PlayStation Unlimited: My palms drenched in sweat, equaled only by the drops clinging from my furrowed brow, I slowly proceed along dimly lit concrete roads, scattered with streetlights that alleviate just enough fear to get me through the seedy alleyways. Knowing full well that each step could potentially be my last, I loot abandoned cars, seeking any means of survival. The last few clips in my SMG won’t improve the situation. Endless, swarming droves swallow every bullet, the blood of my foes only adding to my lingering sense of dread. As my stereo pumps out some of the most horrific sounds I have ever encountered in the digital world, I am forced to remind myself that Dead Nation is just a game, and one that takes place in a reality I hope never to encounter.