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So I was walking through the park at the center of the mall, escorting a couple of moronic survivors to their inevitable doom. And don’t feel the need to blame yourself, because it’s not your fault if they can’t follow simple instructions or are not able stay away from crowds of flesh-eating monsters. It doesn’t matter whether you give them weapons or guns, or even hold their damn hand they are more than likely going to die. Survivors are completely incompetent and are second only to Otis in the “will get you killed” department. Survivors? Well, I guess I should save them. Only when I was freed from my expository chains did the real fun – and by fun I mean sadness – begin. So far the game seemed fine no real zombie killing had taken place yet, but I was hopeful. I know that she’s an agent for Homeland Security, but is this like the Fox News division? She’s wearing a tight dress-suit with heels and turns her ankle as soon as she steps out of the safe zone. I’ve never understood whether Jessie is just eye-candy or if she ever really served some other purpose. Oh no, he’ll call you again…and again…and again.Īlso found in the safe room was a well endowe…proportioned woman by the name of Jessie. And get this: if you cut him off, or perhaps are attacked by one of the zombies that surround you at every moment, he won’t just shrug it off and leave you alone. Otis is a scourge, and will most likely get you killed whenever he chimes in over the walkie-talkie. In the Safe Room – which could only now be accessed through the most arduous fashion – I met Otis. Wait, where are you going lady!? It’s only a dog! No! NO! Oh, come on! Really? You just open the door holding back the zombies? Thanks for killing us all, idiot. Then, out of nowhere, the old hag starts screaming. At that time I took the opportunity to snap a few “photographs.” Walking around I noticed a woman with a similar tan and style as the guy I spoke with on the helipad. Some old fat man was yelling about zombies and stacking furniture, and this woman wouldn’t shut up about her dog.

Things were going well.ĭownstairs provided little information as well. Carlito informed me that the town is “Hell” and promptly left without saying anything further. Upon 'landing' on the rooftop of the mall, I met a very tanned and gruff looking fellow who called himself Carlito. West! The Mall! Why is it so huge compared to the rest of the town? That doesn’t matter, just take me there helicopter pilot – who I later learned was Brad (or is it Ed?) – and give me three days to figure out this mess. Woah, did you see that gas station explode? Radical!īut look ahead Mr. Here’s Frank West, seasoned photojournalist, entering a town quarantined from the outside world, uncertain of the trials ahead, but ready to get the “scoop” on whatever sinister plot is unfolding. My expression towards the first cinematic was one of intense excitement.

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It was time time to break free of Paradise Plaza and venture out to discover the wonder and mystery of Willamette Mall. My hands began to shake when I placed the disc in the drive and started to giggle as the drive spun up.

You can’t have it all for free, so who cares? And so I went on playing that demo over and over, carefree and in genocidal bliss, doing my young teenage things – probably sitting alone and not talking to girls – until the day I gleefully skipped home with a real, tangible, full-on copy of Dead Rising. Sure, even the demo had the restraint of a time limit.

I was killing zombies, with a katana! A katana! In a mall! What could be better? But this small taste of what was implied to be something bigger, and perhaps better, was enough to send me into a veritable panic. Now, I’m not saying I spent hours upon hours playing the demo, running through a singular section of the much larger piece of game-space killing only zombies due to lack of skill and/or design, for that honor must be bestowed onto the actual game. This beacon of zombified morose this example of all things I have now learned to hate about video games a relative plague on my psyche and the cause of so many lost hours in front of my old SD television – the Dead Rising demo. Way back in the golden days of 2006 – when I was but a young boy and the occurrence of zombie infestations were fairly low – I cruised (fumbled) through my Xbox 360’s marketplace in search of things to cure my boredom, and came across what would come to be both my obsession and the bane of my existence. Opinions by GamesBeat community writers do not necessarily reflect those of the staff.ĭead Rising and I have a strenuous relationship. This post has not been edited by the GamesBeat staff.