Of course, the Nintendo Entertainment System technology at the time couldn't do justice to internally invading a creature the size of a small planet, but its multiple, oozing hearts were in the right place. The last major attempt I can recall was Konami's venerable shooter Life Force. The ancient classic Splatterhouse put in a decent shot with its "Womb" level, but that was hardly bigger than six or seven whale uteruses stitched end to end. Resident Evil had its share of underfed cellular masses, and a few scenes in Extermination were nice, but those were small potatoes. The issue of course, is a serious lack of game environments made from living, organic tissue. Of course, I'm sure you're already aware of exactly what I'm referring to, but for those that continue to deny there's a problem, I'm going to spell it out for you. It's the dark, sinuous root feeding an industry's worth of ills.
It's the elephant in the room that nobody talks about.
One factor more than any other has led them down a sad, downward spiral into the funk they've been in for years. In fact, I wonder how anyone can sleep with videogames in the state they are. I work hard, I live a clean life (at least, clean compared to some) and when I get home at the end of a long day, there's nothing I like better than a good night's rest.
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