"IM SCREWED.
SCREWED SCREWED SCREWED.
CMON DAMMIT I NEED MORE SUN.
GOD DAMMIT! SHIT!"

These are the general 4 phrases I've been hearing, for close to two hours now. Two hours ago, I presented a game to my mother; who has never been big on gaming. The game in question? Popcap's Plants Vs. Zombies, of course!



To get the record straight, my mom doesn't hate gaming, very much the opposite. She just can't do it. Her reflexes are near non-existant. She can play games, just not many. Turn-based RPG's, and point-n-click adventures. She prefers the latter. I decided Plants Vs. Zombies would be perfect for her, because there isn't a whole lot to keep track of, but it does require some reflex, and makes you think on your feet at times. When I had her start, she wasn't too sure if she'd enjoy it, but soon enough she would find herself enjoying a goofy smile. As she watched her peashooters spit peas at zombie after zombie, her wall-nuts go from happy-go-lucky nuts to depressive broken down shells, she became more and more focused on ridding her yard of those awful zombies.



After two and a half hours, she's become fairly addicted to it. I think it's safe to say that Plants Vs. Zombies may just be the best game of all time. It's got plants, zombies, it will makes you laugh, cry, and maybe. Just maybe. Learn a little something about yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to Home Depot to buy life-fucking-saving plants, because I refuse to let the damn zombies have my brain.