I don't mean the armed-to-the-teeth, mowing down generic zombies to get from a to b kind of scary that every game seems to copy and paste these days. That **** is awesome, no doubt, but it's far from the horror of my youth. I'm talking about real survival horror, the kinds of games that can legitimately alter your life from that point on, in every negative way. Games that ruin your faith in a just and caring god. Games that make you realize that you're the reason your parents are divorced. Games that make you hate your best friends, and obliterate your sex drive for years to come. Games that go beyond fear, but make you legitimately uncomfortable, like putting it in the butt on the first date. Why did they stop making these games? surely I can't be the only one who misses a week of blood-soaked nightmares after each play, praying to whatever diety or devil will listen to stop the spiraling tower of madness that shot up my spine each time an inside out rottweiler with two heads and nine dicks tried to rape my character out of existence. Sure, the demand now for a game that's so scary it can't possibly be fun is low, but it's got to still be there, right? Does anyone want to feel anything anymore besides light thrills that turn to boredom after an hour? I mean, I know I'm kind of a weird dude, who genuinely enjoys some questionable **** but I can't help but think, and hope, that there are still people out there like me, waiting for that glorious day when a game kidnaps us in a bloody burlap sack and drops us into a pitch black endless hallway full of closed doors waiting to burst open and spray their maggot covered hate spawn into our waiting open arms, where we will duel with a rusty pipe, or three bullets left in the chamber against an unbeatable army of twisted broken mannequin parts. And no flashlight.