Zombies. Bombies. Dombies.
"Hey, hey we're the Zombees/People say we're shufflin' aroun'/But we're too busy eatin'/To stay buried in the groun... d".
And now... Nazi zombies. Nazombies. Nazombiazis. Oh.
Stick swastikas on them. Put them in blonde wigs. Staple turkey ham to their foreheads and shove crisps down the back of their pants. However you dress up your zombies... shouldn't we be all over them by now? The last, fetid drops of originality have been drawn from that well, and the buckets are full of mud cakes.
But that's Zombie Army Trilogy - a game that, perhaps appropriately, embraces originality with all the enthusiasm of a recently deceased pensioner.