Time of Your Afterlife: Shadows of the Damned Review | Walking through a meat market in Hell isn’t your normal everyday affair. There’s the demons for one, which have the annoying tendency of crawling out from inside the flesh of your screaming dead girlfriend. There’s also the meat itself, which is mostly human bits strung up on cables. Then there’s your Johnson, the British accented demon skull who serves as both your weapon and torch in this circle of the Underworld, cracking wise and offering up romantic advice when he’s not busy laying waste to monsters as your handgun, the aptly named Boner (It shoots out bones, get it?). Finally, you might also have noticed the ten-foot tall chainsaw wielding hick with a harmonica crammed down his throat chasing you through the hellish streets like he wants to smother you in a blood soaked hug.

The story is too old to be commented.