When a future — hopefully hideously old version of me — lies on his deathbed, I reckon he’s going to regret all the hours he spent playing Resident Evil 4 remake. That’s probably because I’ve spent all the hours playing the Resident Evil 4 remake.
I really shouldn’t be in charge of my own free time. Left to my own devices, I end up in ludicrous situations like that of the last three weeks. Over a 20-odd day period, I decided it would be a good idea to finish Capcom’s brilliant redux six times. Yes… SIX.
