When two people have known each other for a long time, they often get comfortable enough to make fun of each other in a friendly way. But sometimes you meet a person who gets way to familiar way to quickly, and thinks that it’s okay to make fun of you, pull silly pranks, or show you his porn collection. If Splatterhouse was a person, that’s who he would be. All too quickly, Splatterhouse assumes that you are its friend and begins bombarding your senses with gratuitous blood, gore, violence, insults, and profanity. Is there such a thing as too much? Read on to find out.