june gloom on 22/2/2012 at 02:05
Yeah, it's very much all that while being a love letter to 90s Stephen King ABC miniseries.
Briareos H on 22/2/2012 at 02:16
Alan Wake: Worse than Dear Esther.
june gloom on 22/2/2012 at 02:38
your mom: worse than your dad
even for a nickel
Koki on 22/2/2012 at 06:34
Quote Posted by 242
IMO, the better analogy would be a cross between Twin Peaks/Silent Hill 2/Heavy Rain and Max Payne.
Wow, never watched/played any of these except for SH2 which was of course really stupid.
RE4 + Max Payne sounded much, much better
Renzatic on 22/2/2012 at 06:44
You'll probably hate it.
Koki on 22/2/2012 at 06:58
If you never try anything new, you will miss out on many of life's greatest disappointments
Renzatic on 22/2/2012 at 07:11
You should write a book.
Koki on 22/2/2012 at 07:34
And then have some emo guy read it as you navigate through crappy a Source mod
Briareos H on 22/2/2012 at 09:44
Sounds like a plan. I can do the textures.
Sulphur on 22/2/2012 at 20:38
Quote Posted by Koki
And then have some emo guy read it as you navigate through crappy a Source mod
Which you'd whack off to in secret.
"Dear Estera,
Today I brained two furries riding a tandem bicycle with steel pipe I usually conceal in pocket of my ripped denim shorts. The joy of relinquishing them from their stupid pathetic lives was short-lived, however, as every time I crack open skull of one, two more spring up in their place. Sometimes with ponies. They multiply like malignant melanoma in the sun.
I can not crotchstab them all; no matter how much I try, always too many crotches. The runoff of blood and spunk makes me vomit all over their twitching bodies, and yet more surge over them in a waves of horrific derpiness towards me. I aim the Voss L-AR at them, I close my eyes, and I pull trigger and sigh as molten lead erupts into their seething mass. Blackness envelops me.
I am the bullet. You are target.
As I mushroom into your skull, explosive-tipped, I dissolve your frontal lobe into bloody mush, banishing your indolent poetry and terribad artfag ventures to seventh circle of hell. I will not follow you there; I have carved my own route through blood and sweat and potential Fallout MMORPGs. Everything has a price, even you. Good bye, Estera."
