The Typing of The Dead: Overkill

VideoWatch: My favourite typing games

Johnny runs away with the Eurogamer Show.

Working for a site like Eurogamer, you quickly come to realise that everyone on staff has a little gaming niche they're secretly head over heels in love with. Martin Robinson is a big shmup fan, for instance, while Aoife's Stardew Valley addiction currently has her one chicken silo away from a full-blown intervention. My secret passion (for my sins) is typing games. It really doesn't matter what the premise is - if you need to type words to get ahead, I'm into it.

B-movies are pretty great. I mean sure, most of the scripts are terrible and the acting is enough to make Tim Curry's performance in Command & Conquer Red Alert 3 look oscar-worthy, but that's just part of what makes them so charming.

The Typing of the Dead: Overkill review

The Typing of the Dead: Overkill review

Adventurous type looking for thrills.

2013 may be the Year of Luigi, but 2009 was the Year of Tarantino-Inspired Games. I imagine the nervy film director playing the 2009 console game Wet, his trembling hand scrabbling for his small carved totem of Uma Thurman, the mantra 'this is forgettable this is forgettable this is forgettable' running around and around his head. Games haven't done Quentin Tarantino much of a service, really.

The writing for Sega's 2009 Wii exclusive, The House of the Dead: Overkill - later released for PS3 - was similar over-the-top broschlock that was above average for a game, but way below par for a Tarantino homage. However, it was very satisfying as a lightgun-esque on-rails shooter, even if it didn't quite hit the same mark as the absurd dialogue of the classic House of the Dead 2: "G'S BLOODSTAINS?!"

Now developers Modern Dream have given this gawky, spirited shooter the Typing of the Dead treatment: that is to say, they have made a cute typing tutor out of it. As with the original Typing of the Dead on the Dreamcast, words pop up in front of your foes, you type the words, and each correctly entered letter sends a bullet flying into a mutant, zombie, or giant insectoid's brain. Pow! Dead. Now you have learned the phrase 'nostril oil', and so have your fingers. Magic.

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