![]() They are dredging up lost memories and re-writing them at the same time. These cinematic moments make me feel weird. Finally, he takes off with the little girl and locks a gate behind him, leaving Claire with a bleeding lip and a bad mood. Then he roughs up our hero a bit, just to make sure we know he’s a bad one. He threatens Claire with a magnum and gets Sherry to tie her up. ![]() “Oh! Chief…” I say aloud, trying to summon the name of this rotund antagonist. Sherry and Claire wander into a car park, where a man in slacks threatens us with a revolver and a moustache. After the boss battle, I pick up my knife. Cuboid figures with fuzzy voices, a sewer with a crocodile, a giant piece of. Seeing all this unfold is giving me flashbacks. I’m not sure if it’s a quicktimey boss thing or extended to the whole game, but it was nice to pull the pin and lob an explosive behind the gurgly flesh doctor.įinally, Birkin relents, and bumbles off a ledge into the depths below. Basically, if you’re immobilised, you get a quick chance to root around in your back pockets for harmful stuff in your inventory. But this time the quicktime prompt tells me to use a grenade. Except now my knife is on the ground instead of my inventory. At one point he snatches me up and I have to stab him in the eyeball with my knife. And when his grotesque shoulder-eye opens up, plenty of bullets land there too. Turns out Birking Bad over here doesn't like getting shot in the bonce with revolver rounds. The second attempt goes a little smoother. Life’s hard when you’re being grabbed by the face. Outside the pause menu, Claire is clutching her side and limping. “Danger” it says, beeping away with crimson peaks and troughs. The hospital-style health monitor is there too. Except it’s all a lot tidier than I remember. Combining items in the inventory menu brings back as many memories as Birko’s yellow eye. It hurts.Īfter a few whacks, I chow down on all my green herbs instead of doing the smart thing: combining it with a red herb, which heals you totally. I combine gun powder and some sort of Vaseline to make three acid grenades. ![]() There’s ammo and herbs lying around on the ground, which I need because Billy is wailing on me hard. You aim carefully over the shoulder, keeping an eye on your ammo count, and you can do a quick about-face with the circle button (I’m playing on a PS4 pad). This is when the gun-jogging of Resident Evil 4 and subsequent Resi games comes in. Big Billy Birko is swinging his pipe around like an angry pensioner with a cane. It’s boss fight time: a panicked scramble among the concrete guts of a subterranean power station. We tumble into a steamy warren of pipes and industrial machinery. He attacks Claire and cracks the steel walkway. She just looks a bit confused and says: “What.”īehind her, William Birkin is creeping like a creep. Because sane people don't exist in the Resiverse. Redfield doesn’t immediately turn around and face this threat. I can help you, says Claire, reaching into the bolthole.īut Claire, bless her horror movie heart, just doesn’t get it. She huddling, as daughter figures often do, in a dark alcove. Who, aside from inheriting a ridiculous family name, is the recurring daughter figure powering Claire’s story. As soon as I saw a shadow scurrying across the walkway above me, it all came back. But she’s in a dark underground facility right now, peering around with a flashlight. She’s the lass with the cool leathers and the motorbike. Matthew has already fired some shotgun shells as rookie policeman Leon Kennedy, but yesterday I got to play a demo featuring Claire Redfield at Gamescom. The Resident Evil 2 remake is five months away from release. He just thrashed me to death with a big pipe. The same experiments also turned him into a bloke with a giant case of conjunctivitis in his shoulder. William Birkin is the zombified antagonist whose pharmaceutical experiments have turned Racoon City into a shambling shantytown. If you went through the zombie gauntlet of Resident Evil 2 back in 1998, you will recognise this large, gurgling sod. I was beaten to death by the bloke with the big eye.
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