So, you’ve just dropped into the madhouse that is Resident Evil: Purge Operation, where your first mission—should you survive long enough to actually start—is to channel your inner hoarder and snag the best weapons ASAP. Think of it as a zombie-themed Black Friday: the shotgun and sniper rifle are your golden tickets. Miss that early grab, and you’re basically auditioning to be zombie chow. Seriously, if you don’t get your hands on these powerhouses, you’ll be hugging the undead far more than you’d like.
Once that ominous alarm blares (cue evil choir), it’s not just a casual stroll anymore. The zombies come out in a fury, turning the map into their personal buffet. This isn’t some walk in the park—you’ll need to master precise marksmanship because one stray shot is basically an RSVP to a party you don’t want to attend. And forget about standing still; the game’s agile movement system powered by good old WASD lets you dodge, duck, and dive like your life depends on it—because it does. Roll with X like a ninja avoiding that unexpected bite, jump with SPACE when the situation calls for it, and crouch with C for that sneaky sneak maneuver. Trust me, it feels like practicing for an extreme sport where the balls are replaced by hungry zombies.
Speaking of survival tactics, the combat controls are as tight as your grandma’s Tupperware lids. Fire away with MOUSE 1, aim down sights with MOUSE 2 when you want that sweet, zoomed-in kill shot, and for the love of all things holy, reload with R before you run dry mid-fight—running out of ammo at the worst moment is practically a trope at this point. Oh, and don’t forget to interact with F, because sometimes it’s not about shooting but grabbing that one life-saving item just out of reach. I tried to get the crafting down, and ended up with a mess worthy of MasterChef, but hey, that’s part of the fun.
First alarm, first wave—brace yourself. There you are, heart thumping like you just downed an energy drink, trying to keep calm and pull off a flawless headshot while zombies scramble over each other like it’s a Black Friday sale for brains. If you’re feeling cocky, roll in like a pro ninja (or at least try not to faceplant), and if you mess up? Well, let’s just say the zombie buffet is open, and you might be the main course. GG, survivor. Time to jump back in and try again. Who said surviving a zombie apocalypse was easy?