As I look at the seemingly endless torrent of zombies that Toxic Commando sends hurtling towards me, trying to stem the flow with an assault rifle like Wile E. Coyote trying to protect himself from a falling anvil with a tiny umbrella, I think: this is a good time. This is a very good time. Poke into the murky recesses of my mind a dozen hours after finishing the story for the first time, however, and you might find me distractedly wondering what I'm going to have for dinner.
Let's get one of the main questions out of the way first. It's called John Carpenter's Toxic Commando, but is it actually his? The legendary director has had a hand in the music, and his name is all over the marketing like police tape covering the entrance to a crime scene, but his involvement beyond this is unclear. Let's just say that if he had taken charge of the writing and cutscene direction, and was providing regular feedback from playtests, I'm pretty sure we would have heard about it.
