Egotastic: In another attempt to remedy the fact that blockbuster titles get all the media coverage, (like the voracious attention-devouring bastards they are) I’m going to introduce some games from the download services of the consoles. These tantalising hors d’oeuvres are just as worthy as the latest retail title. (You know how it is, the weird little shrimp cracker things and rolls and whatnot taste so good, you eat about thirty thousand of the damn things. You’re then too much of a fatass for the now rendered entirely moot main meal. Like contended big cats at the zoo, you’ve been glutted and don’t need to bother getting off your ass. I know this to be actual fact, because I’ve been several times and the bastards didn’t so much as scratch their balls. I fear a taxidermist had been at them, ramming reams of papier maché up their asses or whatever it is they do.) Before this metaphor gets extended further than a pained prisoner on the rack, let’s get to PSN’s 2010 release, Dead Nation.