When in the course of human events some nameless country in Africa (and maybe the world!) suffers an evil viral pandemic, and motorcycle riding, crossbow/
We were the opposite of badass at first. In the early hours we were clumsy to a fault, continually getting in each other's way, or worse, getting separated. We kept poaching the wrong ammo, wasting health, and were repeatedly straight up murdered by the horde. Eventually, though, we figured out how to mostly stay together, and stopped dying as much. We built up surpluses of ammunition, shared where it made sense, started collecting more loot, and began to cooperate more out of habit than any kind of conscious effort. Further on, we stuck together only when it mattered, and otherwise scoured each area with an efficiency that was a bit of a surprise. We brought actual strategy into play to replace the panic. In short, it's gotten very fun. I don't get a chance to play coop games as much as I would like, and when it works, the enjoyment of playing goes beyond what I usually get from single-player games. And the required AI partner for RE5's single-player mode is a bit brain dead, so coop really is the only way to go with this. Jerry and I are both pretty busy, so it's up in the air as to whether we'll meet up enough to ultimately save world in-game, but if the dead start rising fer realz, be sure to give us a call.