“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