Resident Evil 5 Log #1: BRAIIINS. Wait. Wrong game.

Oh boy.

Prepare for this log to be one of those “Hmm, okay let me try to remember what happened last weekend” logs. You see, I’m playing Resident Evil 5 co-op. This is awesome. However this also means I can’t stop and snap photos of every decomposing body I see, nor can I pause the game in order to copy down the information I find in documents scattered throughout the game.

That being said…

::Ahem:: Let me try to remember what happened last weekend. ;D

(Also, a heads-up: I used to be well versed on the lore of Resident Evil, but it’s been quite a while since the series has made my panties wet, if you nah’msayin, so I may be a little rusty. I’m going home and opening up my Resident Evil Archives book and freshening up my memory, for I have failed myself.)

Chris Redfield now works for the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (or the BSAA…don’t ask me how I knew that) and has been sent to Africa to investigate a possible smuggling of a Bio Organic Weapon. He has been partnered up with Sheva Alomar, a member of the BSAA West African Branch. Her parents were killed by Umbrella when she was a wee lass. She’s out for revenge and all that good stuff.

Now, do you remember Jill Valentine? Yeeaaah you do.So back in 2006 she and Chris went after Oswell Spencer (former president of Umbrella) on Rockfort Island (<3 CODE VERONICA!!!) in an attempt to gain a lead on Wesker’s whereabouts.

Upon  infiltrating Spencer’s study, however, they found Wesker instead—standing over Spencer’s body. That doodoohead. Jill and Chris attempted to kick Wesker’s ass, but they failed miserably and Jill ultimately sacraficed herself by tackling Wesker out of a window. Neither body was found so they were both presumed dead. (YEAH RIGHT.) Anyway, Chris and Sheva received a memory card from this guy named Josh (he also works for BSAA and he is the one who trained Sheva), and on that memory card was a photo of Jill. Now Chris has a personal stake in all of this; he needs to know what happened to his “partner”—a.k.a. fuck buddy (it’s so obvious). (And you KNOW he totally fapped to that photo. Capcom just cut it out.)

Eventually we (“we” being Chris and Sheva) found Irving, but he was taken away by some chick in a cloak. Not cool, lady, not cool. And if you turn out to be Ada Wong I’ll be pissed. You’re supposed to be out boinking Mr. Kennedy.

/recap

Resident Evil 5 is a game I’ve played before. It’s also one of those games I got *this* close to finishing but never did. Because that’s what I did back in the day. BUT NOT ANYMORE! I will finish RE5, and you will be a part of it. In fact, the government might even turn the day of completion into a national holiday. <3.

But seriously, I’m having a lot of fun with RE5.  In fact, I don’t remember it being this much fun. Sure, the whole “can’t walk and shoot” aspect can be frustrating at times (“OH! A crate! Let me walk over to it and whip out my knife. ::knife swipe:: Oh. I’m too far away. Okay, let me put my knife away and walk a little closer…”) but it’s nothing I can’t overlook.

The Resident Evil series is one my favorite, and this new route it’s taken (starting with RE4) has definitely required some getting used to. It may have taken some time, but I’m now able to appreciate these games for what they are. So far RE5 feels vastly different than other RE titles (sans RE4) but some elements of prior RE titles still remain. I love reading the documents, exploring every nook and cranny, admiring the detail, solving puzzles…and of course, blasting enemies in the face is always fun. ;D

NOW WHERE’S MAH INK RIBBON?!

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  • Boots_33

    Damn. I never got to play this game co-op. I have no friends. 🙁

    I can’t even join your game cuz yer a PS3 lady, these days. WTF, BRITT?!

    Haha, I kid, of course. I bet that game’s way better with a buddy… although I played it enough to the point where my AI partner had super guns and unlimited ammos. Handcannons, yo.

    PS – I know who the masked lady is. Her nose is bigger than I thought it would be.