A Sign of the Coming (Zombie) Apocalypse?

Read the following sentence and tell me if it doesn't send you running to your bomb shelter: I liked Max Payne and beat Paul at House of the Dead 4--in every category. I know, I know. It's eerie. It weirds me out too. It's just not right! I don't know what happened. I was only going to Max Payne to humor Paul. I didn't expect it to be a stylin' B- film or spawn to a household in-joke. (Heck ya, I'd like to report something!, spoken to a 911 operator during the most outlandish shoot-out ever.) I should have seen the warning signs, but I foolishly plunged straight into virtual zombie combat. Now, I'm no slouch in the zombie-killing department. I know my way around a light gun. But I have never been more than an able sidekick--until last night. Though I picked up a light gun naught but one time in two years (also to play House of the Dead 4 briefly in Taiwan), I excelled, taking down hordes of zombies in a blaze of flashing lights. If it were House of the Dead 3, zombie limbs would have been have been everywhere. Amazing and Perfect shots were flying all around. I beat Paul repeatedly in total score and every category of shot. I was so surprised I forgot to go grocery shopping. That's darn surprised.