Spooktober 2023
3. Amnesia: The Bunker
“Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
And also there was a big monster
and I had to use the physics engine to throw bricks at wooden doors or blow them up with grenades. It’s sort of an immersive sim but also has somewhat linear Resident Evil style progression.
They should make the next game go even harder with that.
There were also some big annoying rodents of unusual size whose AI were unpredictable, making every interaction with them annoying.
It started extremely strong but petered off a tad at the end.
Like I said about Condemned, I am diegetic elements’ strongest soldier. Loading bullets one by one and counting them, pouring gasoline, picking up bricks, hand-cranking. My jam.
Anyway World War I was not a good time.
Dulce de Leche”
-Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est (no additions by me at all, RIP Wilf you would have hated Amnesia: the Bunker)
Edit: sorry everybody. going on indefinite hiatus, need a mental health break.
3. Amnesia: The Bunker
“Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
And also there was a big monster
and I had to use the physics engine to throw bricks at wooden doors or blow them up with grenades. It’s sort of an immersive sim but also has somewhat linear Resident Evil style progression.
They should make the next game go even harder with that.
There were also some big annoying rodents of unusual size whose AI were unpredictable, making every interaction with them annoying.
It started extremely strong but petered off a tad at the end.
Like I said about Condemned, I am diegetic elements’ strongest soldier. Loading bullets one by one and counting them, pouring gasoline, picking up bricks, hand-cranking. My jam.
Anyway World War I was not a good time.
Dulce de Leche”
-Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est (no additions by me at all, RIP Wilf you would have hated Amnesia: the Bunker)
Edit: sorry everybody. going on indefinite hiatus, need a mental health break.