The adrenaline from hearing that first shot fired in a dark corridor, the tension felt as you take cover to reload – these things are typically my nightmares incarnate. In general, I'm much more suited to the less stressful side of gaming and have been a fervent cozy gamer for close to a decade now.
Give me an abandoned farm, and I'll make a fortune while saving an adorable town. Hand me a gun and tell me to aim, and I'll start panic-spraying bullets while silently crying. I never thought I'd ever connect with a shooter, let alone enjoy one as much as I do planting virtual seeds. However, Mass Effect 2 recently came into my life and flipped the proverbial table.
