Tuesday, January 6, 2009

They came in dozens

Zombies. Not porn stars.


Been playing a lot of Left4Dead recently. I want to repeat too much about a game that's been covered heavily, so I'll skip to my own experience. Playing with buddies at a local cybercafe.



The proposed premise from the developers:

You play one of four survivors in a zombie-ridden apolcalypse. Making your way from point A to point Z with limited guns and ammo. The settings are dark, things go bump in the night and the mood is nihilistic. Eventually flesh craving zombies pop out from every nook and cranny and run at you 28 days later style. Blast your way through them, make it out alive.

Or so they hope.


What playing with your buddies is really like:

Playing with co-op 4 buddies though is similar to throwing 4 people in a dark room with guns and tossing rabid monkeys at them.

If this isn't your idea of fun I don't know what is.

From your first exit into the gloomy dystopia of whateveristan till the time you fucking run into a rescue copter, you'll have friends yelling at you for letting them get mauled by a Hunter (fast zombie that jumps on people and rips at them, people shooting each other in panic and getting into arguments while big motherfucking zombies throw cars at you and wannabe heroes running off into the distance to kill more zombies than anyone else to "CLEAR THE WAY".

Mmmhmm





But that doesn't mean there are times where everything just falls into place, and you're standing on a balcony emptying shells into 50 fuckers running at you. While the other 3 guys have got every door, window and toilet bowl covered for zombies. Copter comes, throw some bombs to clear the path and get the hell out of there.


Live out your Bruce Campbell fantasies. It's goodstuff, really.

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