If you're looking for a compelling story packed with subtlety and artful nuance, look away now. Splatterhouse offers neither of these things. What it does offer is blood and lots of it. In fact, it's the game's currency and it spills in vast bucketfuls, ready for the game's reluctant hero - the mundanely-named Rick Taylor – to absorb for later use. And once the arterial spray starts to flow it doesn't let up for a second. It's called Splatterhouse for a reason, you know.