I suck at console games. It's clear to most of my friends that I'm pretty lousy with a joypad. So when I sat down to play Resident Evil 5 with my friend Phil, I was essentially dead weight.
Want to know how much I suck? I run into doors that turn out not to be doors. In my defense, we are running through a confusing shanty town. It's not long before we see this.
Phil's doing a really good job of controlling his temper, because normally he'd be screaming and swearing. He's broken at least one PS3 controller before.
I know we're in trouble when this guy appears for the first time.
How do I know? Well I can't aim to save myself, that's how. Guess what happens next?
This game made me glad to go home. Back to my PC. Give me a mouse and keyboard any day.
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