So, it's zombie awareness month, apparently, so here are the greatest individual zombies of all time, but like in most things horror, there are rules.THE RULES: First things first - SPECIFIC CHARACTERS! I could toss out boomers, tanks, and lickers all day, but they're just "types" o zombie. In the grand scheme, nothing too special about them or unique. Second, these are characters that have to have come back from the dead. No Characters that "beat" death by way of necromancy (looking at you Dark Priest Shaft and Chakan The Forever Man). Third, they have to have bodies, so no ghosts and/or poltergeists.Finally, no vampires, as they fall into their own classification, and will one day get their own list.
First things last, right?
Sure there have been plenty other zombies out there that were more threatening, scarier, or actually had some sort of relevance on the plot.
But (and I know I'm aging myself here) for those of us playing the original Resident Evil when it originally came out, turning the corner and seeing this guy, the only words were along the lines of. . .
"HOLY S**TBALLS! ! IT'S A GODDAMN ZOMBIE! KILL IT! Oh crap oh crap oh crap, , why do I only have this worthless knife!? Oh go oh god oh god - and I'm dead! Thank's a lot Chris!"
That is to say, it was an indelible moment of apprehension that we eloquently responded to with modest titillation and delight.
This moment, hitting all of now-older gamers way back in 1996, was brought to us by that unnamed, pale, bald zombie. Good job zombie!
But seriously, how in the nine hells of Rosie O'Donnell did Chris somehow lose his gun in the 52 seconds it took to get inside the mansion from when he was shooting at those dogs? Personally I think he never let it down, and this single act of idiocy gave him a severe inadequacy complex. How else do you explain his decade at the gym that turned him into Conan the freaking barbarian?
Chris Redfield - Gaming's foremost expert on boulder punching.
Alright, I suppose Spoiler Alert - but come on!
Zombie Marston was on the damn logo of the Undead Nightmare DLC pack. If you didn't expect it to actually happen after that, well then I don't want to count the paint chips you've been eating for breakfast.
Anyways, Zombie Marston is hilarious. You get him after you beat the game, and there's nothing quite like hearing scared survivors talking to the decaying John as he responds with a garbled "AAUUGHHGHHGHH!" every time. (Best part: occasionally they respond as if he's made any sort of sense) Or his funny little little rigor mortis shamble as he stumbles around like some sort of . . . well zombie actually.
It's really a nice little bonus feature. I might have preferred something like this proposed alternate ending , but I'll take what I can get.
I guess that's what this entry represents, those times when we get to see our favorite characters in a new undead light. I suppose the cast of Metal Slug could go here, with their bloody vomit replacing grenades. Or even Wario, as becoming a zombie is one of his actual powers in the Wario Land games. Or how about the time it happened to Sam and Max . . .
"So now that you're both the President AND a zombie, what're you going to use as you platform for re-election little buddy?"
"Knowledgeable minds lead to tastier BRAAIIINS!"
But . . . none of those guys featured the awesome spooky surf-rock Undead Redemption had, which more than makes up for it as far as I'm concerned. Seriously, just play the attached video for a listen.Zombie Marston proves that it can actually be a heck of a lot of fun playing as the undead rather than just killing them. Which speaking of . . .
Not a lot of people actually played Dead Head Fred, a little PSP game that came out in 2007. It's a shame actually, the game was a total hoot.
You stepped into the recently re-animated shoes of Fred Neuman, a gumshoe whose case (as well as his life) was cut short while investigating the mafia. Thankfully a mad scientist brought him back - though his skull was replaced by a detachable mason jar which encased his brain - Robocop 2 style.
Except Fred wasn't addicted to nuke. NUUUUUKE!
Like Dynamite Heady, you could use this detachable head as a gameplay mechanic, but unlike the "Original Master Headsman" (Dynamite Heady's DJ Name), you instead switched it out for the various other heads of your enemies to give you some sweet moves and powers. So while not a "normal" zombie, I have to grant some points for originality here.
But what about the rest of the judges on the panel?
CANADA - 8.5
FRANCE - 9.1
ENGLAND - 8.9
BULGARIA - 3.4
What the hell Bulgaria? Why are your standards so high?
OK, so maybe it's not the world's best game ever, but it's still a lot of fun. Mostly because Fred doesn't seem to thing that he's a zombie (even though he totally is), and because he's a sarcastic Jerk-ass voiced by John C. McGinley, who is probably best known as one Dr. Cox from TV's "Scrubs".
That's right; it's a game where you get to play as undead Dr. Cox, breaking down enemies as much with your slow burning insults as with your combination attacks. How did the rest of you not play this?You know what, I don't think Dr. Cox even cares if you played his awesome game or not.
See? Told ya so.
He's British, a rock and roll star, a zombie, and nigh impossible to understand!
It's not Ozzy Ozbourne, but easily one of the least important characters from Darkstalkers! Heeeere's . . . LORD RAPTOR!
*Cue feigned Studio Audience excitement*
Lord Raptor is pretty much what I think every Death Metal-Head eventually wants to be - rocking all night from beyond the grave baby!
He's also pretty much what every death metal detractor want these fans to be - actually dead.
While the zombieism and ability to produce some sweet licks on a guitar are definitely points in his favor, some of his extra-curriculars, like his ill thought out attempt to break into hip-hop in the attached video, definitely detract from his fan base.
Also, his Fonzie impression is merely adequate.
So while he's definitely got his fans, I think it's safe to assume Lord Raptor, like most of the Nu-Metal scene, is probably best referred to ironically.
OK, I'm sorry, that was going too far.
Lord Raptor isn't British - he's Australian.. . . which actually, maybe this explains Lord Raptor better. Perhaps it's just a cultural thing, this inability to fade into obscurity quietly? Some of his fellow country men seem to have a similar problem.