25 Years of Jill Sandwiches – Resident Evil (PS1)

Editorials

The first Resident Evil game turns 25 today, and the series remains one of my favourites to this day, even if it’s holding onto that with a single, decaying finger at this point. I remember playing the first game back in 1997 when I was the ripe old age of 11 (yes, I’m old, hush) as a rebellious response to my stepdad saying that it was too scary for me (also yes, I’ve always been an ass).

From the laughable, live-action FMV cutscene to the first zombie rearing it’s ugly, rotten head up from happily munching on your associate, I was in love with the game within the first few minutes. This isn’t to say that my stepdad wasn’t right, Resident Evil did scare the shit out of me, but it is an experience I wouldn’t have changed and I have stayed with the series ever since.

But what was it about this game that got its teeth into me (pun intended)?