Dead Rising is just nutso fun. It's like I feel about Table Tennis, but with buckets of blood and the occasional garden sheer decapitation. But all is not right in the Garden of the Dead. Here's two things I love about the game, and two things I hate about it.

Hate:
Otis: If that fucking security guard chastises me one more time for having the effrontery to cut him off in one of his rambly non sequiturs on the two-way merely because a horde of the undead are about to eat my kidneys, I will go all chainsaw and shovel on his ass. Let's put this shit in perspective Otis, you're a god damn security guard hiding out behind a door that you decided to weld shut. I'm a guy using a fucking Frisbee to beat back the undead. I know it must get lonely, but deal!

Saves: I'm sorry, but sometimes I'm too busy biking around the mall de-heading zombies with a Nine Iron to stop and use the bathroom, even if that is the only reasonable way for me to save the game. And I'm sorry, visiting Otis in the security room just isn't going to happen. He's too damn clingy.

Love:
Art: Spending way too much time trying to pop children's masks over the rotting heads of the undead without losing my fingers. Then standing back and taking pictures of the slow and the dead as they fall over each other because they can't see anymore.

Play: Dressing up in a Mega Man helmet and grabbing a Mega Man Power Gun toy and then jumping in front of a bazillion zombies and unloading nerf balls into their corpsey faces. DIE! Brian Crecente