Resident Evil reminded I'm still arachnophobic...

I bought Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles for my little white box today since I happened to walk in at Game Stop when it was having a sale. Best 15 bucks ever spent for a shrink wrapped game, new. :D

Anyways, I spent an hour or so placing a dent in the game progress, happily mowing down zombies with my Perfect Shot gun grip(once again, best 15 bucks spent for both gun grip and game.)

And there it was...

One. Big. Ass. Motherfucking spider dropped out of nowhere. Instead of conserving ammo with my handgun, I unload countless lead into the monstrosity. Big mistake.

More drop down, anxiety and adrenaline increasing, just unloading, looking away in fire as I fire blindly at the screen, not caring for an accurate shot, hoping that the spiders are dead.

Then I'm stuck in a room with even two bigger spiders. Be right back, fainting and the bloods gone from my face.

FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!

My little sister Diana had decided to play a prank on me by slowly moving her fingers on my shoulder, mimicking a spiders movement. See above word in bold for my reaction.

My fathers food for thought: Never tell anyone your scared of something.

Be right back, gonna get a baseball bat to sleep with tonight. I'm gonna have nightmares tonight. Damn my near-death level of arachnophobia, also my trypanophobia. :P



The House of the Dead: Overkill, you are now replaced with Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles to pump adrenaline now.