Hell On Earth

I can't express how much Jill Valentine having the personality of a 60yo grizzled old washed-out detective recovering alcoholic with severe and unmedicated depression means to me. She reads news from real newspapers and grunts. She has a dart board she randomly throws darts at with perfect aim and a tired sigh. She uses old pizza boxes to store important and confidential paperwork. She feeds her leftovers to the alley cat outside her apartment. She has posters of scantily clad women on her wall. Her favourite band is a niche underground rock band based locally. She takes naps on her couch-bed with her work shoes on. She's perfect

resident evil but every time leon kennedy appears on the screen last resort by papa roach starts playing