The alcohol that slugs us

Rolling stones gather no moss.
So I've been dutifully clocking in my quota of mind-bending games of supreme difficulty and tactics to pass this time of insane boredom.


HEROES of MIGHT & MAGIC 3

This complex and multi-dimensional game would be hair-fizzlingly hard if I'd ever decided to play it on anything other than 'easy' mode. But then, I'm a coward.

I love this kind of ultra slooooww moving games of Real-Time-Strategy that allows you to ponder labourously over your next move. Taking hours on end just to complete 1 single mission and enough time to make a pot of tea during battles.


Build your castle, train your armies and collect taxes. Then have them ruthlessly slain in battle. All in a days work ~ ho hum.

Battles that allow you to sip tea and stroke your beard and generally act like Sun Tzu but without the brains.


Anyway, on to the 2nd game - something not so mind-numbingly slow is Resident Evil 4. (I'm on Pro mode now - yes - Pro mode man!! shoot me twice and I'm dead!! Bwahahaha!)

I'm at the dumpster area that had me shooting at iron maidens. (Below)


An iron maiden in need of serious dental care.

Well, what else do you do? The usual.
Going around a sweet spanish village murdering infected locals. Running out of ammo. Finding ammo. Saving Ashely's butt. Killing monsters here and there. And other sundry stuff.

The satisfaction you feel when you raise a fully maxed-out shotgun at a villager's head and shoot his face off and watch it explode into a shower of chutney is unbelievable. And Capcom knows this so they make the decapitated neck grow out a Las Plagas that will jump through half the screen and bite your face off.



Yep, not for kids.


Our handsome protagonist rides off into the sunset thinking about the paperwork he has to file on all the people he'd killed in the village.

Nah! Just joking.

He's going to have a nice lunch, polish up his Magnum and go in and kill somemore! Yeah!