Dark Souls. I tried to like it. I really did. My roommate is so heavily into it he's gotten 400 hours of play time, and I'm happy he's into it. I played it through the tutorial, and just, could NOT, give a shit. Another friend of mine was so utterly shocked and appalled by my disinterest, that he bought me the game over Steam, and said I was missing out.
Resident Evil 6... and for the record, 5. Maybe I just got burned out on Resident Evil, or maybe my mind just harkens back to a time when the series had legitimate scares back on its PS1 and PS2 days, or maybe I just miss Claire Redfield, but I just could not give any sort of half a damn about RE6 when I heard about it. Yeah, it resolved the unknown fate of one character, Sherry. We've still got Rebecca, Barry, Carlos and Billy left unaccounted for. As much as I love co-op games, the fact the second character was a locked-in aspect of the game played hell on that sense of isolationism that Silent Hill and Dead Space are known for... speaking of which...
Silent Hill: Homecoming. I loved the first game. It's one of the few PS1 games I still even play. I loved the second game, and the third one, even if their PS3 HD releases were so utterly ghastly. Hell, I loved Silent Hill 0rigins because it tried to retain what made the first few games so great. Silent Hill 4 The Room... I played for all of ten minutes, and just went 'meh,' but Homecoming and its combat felt so... wrong. Silent Hill: Downpour did not improve my opinion on the series even from its reveal trailers. And then there's Silent Hill: Book of Memories. The series and what it stood for is dead now... let it go...