Alien Ressurection
Many first person shooters seem to have evolved into mad-
dash escapades at blinding speeds through vast open areas 
accompanied by thumping techno soundtracks. Not so ALIEN 
RESURRECTION. This one focuses on the quite, stealthy approach 
where each footfall echoes with dread, where the hiss of 
unfettered electricity is muted by the pounding of a trembling 
heart and where the darkest shadows could conceal terrifying and
 imminent death. Yes…! The slavering beasts are back – more 
deadly and more hostile than ever before –in a game that players
 will find both atmospheric and heart-stoppingly scary.
 

With much of the gameplay occurring in the narrow corridors and 
tiny rooms of a space vessel the tension factor is amplified 
enormously. It’s obvious right from the start that the aliens 
have been on the rampage as, at almost every turn, we encounter
 the blood-spattered corpses of crewmen and the wreckage of 
combat. Conduits spurt steam, sparks splutter and arc and water 
drips in the darkness, all of which creates an atmosphere of 
foreboding and dread.  


Players get the chance to control 4 main characters; Ripley, 
DiStephano, Christie and Call, and gameplay follows a similar 
path to other FPS’s. Weapons and ammo are collectible items, as 
are health packs and you are going to need an ample supply of 
everything. Fortunately, they seem to be well placed and 
strategically available when necessary but it doesn’t alter the
 fact that you always seem to be low on the necessities. 
 

In turn, this makes the gameplay overwhelmingly difficult in 
places and it’s certainly not a game that you could rush about
 in, blasting everything that moves. Save points are few and far
 between creating the need to take things slowly. Check each
 corridor and investigate each shadow through the full 360 
degrees otherwise it’s acid bath time. Logical puzzles and 
object location form part of the play as you move around the
 ambient locations but nothing can prepare you for the sudden 
shock of a face-hugger launching itself towards your head and 
latching on with terminal intent.