Riddled with issues
Hands up who remembers the puzzles in Resident Evil? You’d be running and gunning through a police station filled with zombies desperate to feast on your brains, only to turn a corner and spend the next fifteen minutes hauling statues around the floor until a chess piece fell out of a gargoyle’s mouth. The real puzzle: who was the architect mad enough to fill a police station with such an obtuse door locking mechanism? Perhaps there is a secret treasure vault beneath the Scottish Parliament, waiting patiently for a zombie apocalypse.
