My love affair with Resident Evil began with the first game almost 27 years ago. Indeed, my enduring passion for the survival horror genre started in 1996 when 10-year-old me was scared shitless by zombie dogs bursting through flimsy windows in narrow Spencer Mansion hallways. I’ve since lost sleep over the sequel’s Mr X, number 3’s Nemesis, Resident Evil 4’s Las Plagas, and the series’ abiding suite of hideous scares since – from the stellar old school remakes of recent times, through to last year’s Resident Evil: Village Shadows of Rose.
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