Dead Space 3 has crawled out of the nearest ventilation duct and popped up with a sufficiently eerie “boogely boo”, but is it a horrifying decaying mass of writhing limbs and blades, or as unappealing as a fresh spring day in an orchard? If you’re quiet and lower that Plasma Cutter, I’ll tell you. Relax. Trust me. It won’t hurt a bit.