When you have read these hastily typed words you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.įrictional Games, like Mr Howard P Lovecraft, from whom I nicked those words above and who is the chief inspiration here (as in their earlier Penumbra series) understand terror. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, came in a Steam sale (only £5.99!). But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it.
I have played many survival horror games in my short (and soon-to-be-concluded) time. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable (Peggle), I can bear the torture no longer and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since tonight I shall be no more.
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