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Do you remember what you felt while playing Resident Evil back when you were a kid?
I remember I was so in love with RE. I wouldn't say obsessed, but definitely very into it. I remember I mostly played RE3 and RE2, and when Raccoon City exploded at the end of RE3 I thought that was actually the end of the Resident Evil story. Raccoon City had become my second home, so I felt like the end of Raccoon automatically meant the end of Resident Evil. It really seemed like the end to me. I was very sad. The videos at the end of RE3 and the staff credits song really moved me back then. They are still special to me even now.
I remember I would totally immerse myself in the RE atmosphere back then. I loved everything about it. The music really affected me too. Some of the themes that played in the R.P.D. still haunt me to this day. Like, the front hall theme, for instance. And even now, I feel so comfortable (yet a little melancholic) when I listen to the save room theme (the one from RE2). I have many of those old RE themes on my iPod, and whenever I hear them, I feel something special.
I remember I felt sympathy for all the dead people in Raccoon City. RE was a lot more about drama to me than about blood, gore, and horror. It felt like some kind of tragedy to me. I would read all those files and diaries and feel for all the innocent people killed by the viral plague.
I remember I was so frightened by Nemesis. And I hated and loved him chasing me around Raccoon City trying to kill me, and succeeding quite often. Nemesis is still my favorite RE monster of all time.
For me, the magic of Resident Evil lay there. In Raccoon City. In the Spencer Estate. In Arklay Mountains. I still love Resident Evil, but in a different way. And I'm not saying it's dead now, but to me, the destruction of Raccoon City was the death of RE's initial charm and magic. It's a whole new world now, and who knows where it will take me. But back then...in 1999...there was some magic in Raccoon City I keep failing to capture with words.
Anyone care to help me?
I remember I was so in love with RE. I wouldn't say obsessed, but definitely very into it. I remember I mostly played RE3 and RE2, and when Raccoon City exploded at the end of RE3 I thought that was actually the end of the Resident Evil story. Raccoon City had become my second home, so I felt like the end of Raccoon automatically meant the end of Resident Evil. It really seemed like the end to me. I was very sad. The videos at the end of RE3 and the staff credits song really moved me back then. They are still special to me even now.
I remember I would totally immerse myself in the RE atmosphere back then. I loved everything about it. The music really affected me too. Some of the themes that played in the R.P.D. still haunt me to this day. Like, the front hall theme, for instance. And even now, I feel so comfortable (yet a little melancholic) when I listen to the save room theme (the one from RE2). I have many of those old RE themes on my iPod, and whenever I hear them, I feel something special.
I remember I felt sympathy for all the dead people in Raccoon City. RE was a lot more about drama to me than about blood, gore, and horror. It felt like some kind of tragedy to me. I would read all those files and diaries and feel for all the innocent people killed by the viral plague.
I remember I was so frightened by Nemesis. And I hated and loved him chasing me around Raccoon City trying to kill me, and succeeding quite often. Nemesis is still my favorite RE monster of all time.
For me, the magic of Resident Evil lay there. In Raccoon City. In the Spencer Estate. In Arklay Mountains. I still love Resident Evil, but in a different way. And I'm not saying it's dead now, but to me, the destruction of Raccoon City was the death of RE's initial charm and magic. It's a whole new world now, and who knows where it will take me. But back then...in 1999...there was some magic in Raccoon City I keep failing to capture with words.
Anyone care to help me?
back then Resident Evil was one of the first ture horror games out there my bro brought the 1st home I was 6 or 5 and when I saw the first zombie I ran out the door and when the zombie dog burst out the window I nearly had a heart attck the same with RE2 and 3 I nearly died off playing them I will nenver that experince again.
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