- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
It was pretty funny for me, in a tragicly ironic way... That night I had just been discussing, with my friends, what I hated fighting the most in a video game: Zombies that came back to life, and hive-minded swarms. I like what I kill to stay dead, and I prefer a tough fight with one thing than a shooting fest with lots of freaks (and lets not forget the cloaked ones at the end of the Maw- I practically crapped my pants when I heard them in the dark armory, and saw these shimmers darting around....). So when I encountered my first resurrecting combat form, I thought, 'aw jeez, they just have to be zombie-esque. Just my luck.'. And then, it began to hit me (hit me like the ones that liked to use rocket launchers as shotguns) that these things were also suicidal swarmers. Resurrecting, fast moving, far jumping, tentacle-backhanded-brickslapping, hive-minded enemies that, just for sticks and giggles, were impervious to sniper rounds. Oh man, did I swear that night.