“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he ...
So, zombie nipples . . .
ReplyDeleteNah, too many punchlines.
It's funny, because RE4 arguably doesn't have zombies in it, and the French ad looks more like a Buffyverse thing than a zombie OR the Iberian villagers that are the mainstay villain in RE4.
ReplyDeleteYou know, you're right. A breast-feeding zombie does seem more Whedonesque than anything.
ReplyDeleteI actually haven't played any of the newer RE games but I am glad that they're putting out non-cutesy stuff on the GameCube, just on principle. I still have a nostalgic fondness in my heart for the incredibly bad dialogue of the first game: http://www.audioatrocities.com/games/residentevil/index.html