Ever since i read that part in Stephen King's Dark Tower, where the gunslinger had to shoot his way out of a zombie town, I've always thought there was a ripe idea there for a videogame.
Poll: a Zombie Western would you buy it?
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Yes, but they did make a game, Darkwatch, which is about shooting vampires in the west, I think. I donno I never played it.
Well they've made a samurai western game (Samuria Western, which had kind of zombies in it, or souless killers anyway) & samurai zombie games (I'm thinking mainly of Onimusha but I'm sure there's others), so I don't see any reason why there couldn't be a good zombie western game.
I think it could work really well. Call of Jurez had religious undertones to it, & some types of zombie outbreaks happen for occult reasons, so they could work together really well.
Also didn't Red Dead Revolver have some kind of creepy, undead preacher character in it?
In a lawless, godless wild west, with lots of untimely death & shallow graves, I'm surprised there hasn't been a dedicated zombie western game already.
I'd play it, even if it wasn't that good, just for the coolness of the concept.
I think it could work really well. Call of Jurez had religious undertones to it, & some types of zombie outbreaks happen for occult reasons, so they could work together really well.
Also didn't Red Dead Revolver have some kind of creepy, undead preacher character in it?
In a lawless, godless wild west, with lots of untimely death & shallow graves, I'm surprised there hasn't been a dedicated zombie western game already.
I'd play it, even if it wasn't that good, just for the coolness of the concept.
Oooh yes, that would be good. If they got the gritty violence right, some sort manual reloading system aka GeoW but harder, barricading houses with survivors...and honky tonk piano! Mmm.
Death, from The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, riding his zombie horse would be great in a western game. He could drag living people out of town behind his horse for them to return as zombies.
Remember the film High Planes Drifter? A zombie protagonist, hell bent on revenge could also be a good plot device for a zombie western game. At least it could explain why your character could survive being shot hundreds of more times than your opponents, like in most shoot'em-ups.
Or if not Zombies, the Wendigo could work really well in a western game.
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendigo
"The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Weendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disenterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody [....] Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Weendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption."
Remember the film High Planes Drifter? A zombie protagonist, hell bent on revenge could also be a good plot device for a zombie western game. At least it could explain why your character could survive being shot hundreds of more times than your opponents, like in most shoot'em-ups.
Or if not Zombies, the Wendigo could work really well in a western game.
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendigo
"The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Weendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disenterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody [....] Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Weendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption."
Hell, I wish they'd make a video game just based on 'The Darktower'. They're already doing prequel comics, so why not?
"It's been said that there's some things what man should never trifle with. In Wrights, California, we done found one of those things, and we done paid the price.
It was a dusty July mornin' of the year 1886. The Chinamen was workin' the tunnel for Southern Pacific, 'bout halfway through the Santa Cruz mountains, when they hit somethin' odd. A batch of coal gas- could'a killed the lot of 'em, but instead coughed up some weird shiny rock, size of a watermelon. Fred Durketon, site foreman, said he wanted a closer look at it outside, and the durn fool ended up droppin' the thing. Broke it clean in half, and some weird red dust- kinda like dried clay powder- flew up and everywhere. Musta covered three dozen people, workers and gawkers alike. Somehow I'd been just far enough back not to get touched.
Well, nobody paid no more mind to the rock, 'cept some geologic fella from Sacramento callin' it some kinda agate what he never seen 'round the parts. Didn't mean much to me; the only rocks I cared about were the shiny yellow ones. But that all fell behind when people started gettin' sick... real sick. Doctors thought it was another cholera outbreak, but symptoms were all wrong- I ain't never seen cholera victims complainin' about itchiness, feelin' burned by morning sunlight, havin' hair fall out in clumps. No tonics or medicines did anything for 'em. Inside a couple weeks, almost half the people still in the town were laid up sick in quarantine, some of 'em lookin' real gaunt- like they ain't ate in a dog's age. Some of them ended up dyin'. People were scared.
I remember that mornin' when Hell came to Wrights. May 29. Local saloon was empty, same for the barbershop. Even the Sheriff's office- not a soul to be seen. I don't normally strap on steel in town, but the wind was tellin' me to bring the heat, so I had my quick-draw Colt at my hip.
Wrights wasn't a big town, no sir. Not so big as Sacramento, nothin' nearly like what I hear New York City is like. But Wrights had a bit more than a thousand livin' souls up until May 29, 1886. Trouble was, that mornin', about half those souls weren't livin' no longer. But that hadn't stopped a good number of 'em from joining me out on the streets.
Some fool had set the horses to runnin'. I had no way out but my own two feet. Standin' between me and leavin' were the walkin' dead- hungry for the livin', taking bullets like there was nothin' to it. Lots of the still-livin' weren't, anymore, once the dead got to 'em. The screams... you could hear the screams everywhere.
All I had was my six-shooter, twelve more bullets, and a gut full of fear. But if I wanted to live, I had to get out."
--
This, I would buy in a heartbeat.
It was a dusty July mornin' of the year 1886. The Chinamen was workin' the tunnel for Southern Pacific, 'bout halfway through the Santa Cruz mountains, when they hit somethin' odd. A batch of coal gas- could'a killed the lot of 'em, but instead coughed up some weird shiny rock, size of a watermelon. Fred Durketon, site foreman, said he wanted a closer look at it outside, and the durn fool ended up droppin' the thing. Broke it clean in half, and some weird red dust- kinda like dried clay powder- flew up and everywhere. Musta covered three dozen people, workers and gawkers alike. Somehow I'd been just far enough back not to get touched.
Well, nobody paid no more mind to the rock, 'cept some geologic fella from Sacramento callin' it some kinda agate what he never seen 'round the parts. Didn't mean much to me; the only rocks I cared about were the shiny yellow ones. But that all fell behind when people started gettin' sick... real sick. Doctors thought it was another cholera outbreak, but symptoms were all wrong- I ain't never seen cholera victims complainin' about itchiness, feelin' burned by morning sunlight, havin' hair fall out in clumps. No tonics or medicines did anything for 'em. Inside a couple weeks, almost half the people still in the town were laid up sick in quarantine, some of 'em lookin' real gaunt- like they ain't ate in a dog's age. Some of them ended up dyin'. People were scared.
I remember that mornin' when Hell came to Wrights. May 29. Local saloon was empty, same for the barbershop. Even the Sheriff's office- not a soul to be seen. I don't normally strap on steel in town, but the wind was tellin' me to bring the heat, so I had my quick-draw Colt at my hip.
Wrights wasn't a big town, no sir. Not so big as Sacramento, nothin' nearly like what I hear New York City is like. But Wrights had a bit more than a thousand livin' souls up until May 29, 1886. Trouble was, that mornin', about half those souls weren't livin' no longer. But that hadn't stopped a good number of 'em from joining me out on the streets.
Some fool had set the horses to runnin'. I had no way out but my own two feet. Standin' between me and leavin' were the walkin' dead- hungry for the livin', taking bullets like there was nothin' to it. Lots of the still-livin' weren't, anymore, once the dead got to 'em. The screams... you could hear the screams everywhere.
All I had was my six-shooter, twelve more bullets, and a gut full of fear. But if I wanted to live, I had to get out."
--
This, I would buy in a heartbeat.
I'm always up for a good zombie game/book/movie as long as they don't skimp on the gore and potentially sacrifice story for it.
Oh, I just finished the last Dark Tower book BTW, pretty good series, although I enjoyed Cell more.
Oh, I just finished the last Dark Tower book BTW, pretty good series, although I enjoyed Cell more.
I do not like endlessly running backwards while shooting at me running and jumping Monstrs/undead.
It is kinda idealess and stupid. I like more those enemys who engage me in an tactical and inteligent way by hiding behind cover and waiting for the rigth moment to get me, and where you have to pull off more than just a good aim and a triggerfinger to win the figth.
It is kinda idealess and stupid. I like more those enemys who engage me in an tactical and inteligent way by hiding behind cover and waiting for the rigth moment to get me, and where you have to pull off more than just a good aim and a triggerfinger to win the figth.
Actually it is, I bought it in a cheap as chips deal for the Xbox. You were a mercenery that got sired but then were recruited to the "darkwatch" by the sassy redneck woman who helps you out. Cue lots of fighting vampire/zombies.It was distinctly average and SO MUCH MORE could've been done with it as it felt very boxy and linear. really cool idea though and the melee attacks were sweetErana said:
Dark Watch was okay... but I'd prefer something with more authentic western weaponry instead of all that gimicky stuff.