The twisty-turny hallway of the wood shack of horrors doesn’t help my anxiety. I wish I had watched people play this more so I could remember exactly when the zombies come at you. So I manage to get up the ladder to Ravenholm with my flashlight on and my gun ready.
I am never playing though this chapter again. “You could,” I can hear you think, “just play though it again and take the photos.” Well, that and I got really into RPG horror games. (This is why it took me three fucking months to put this up.
Instead, I have taken some stills from a very helpful YouTube playthrough (he-yo GamingReviews) and made small illustrations of my experience. My ability to snap still-screens is inversely related to the proximity of a hell creature making its way for my face. Okay, time out: we need to have a Come To Jesus/No Your Godfather is Legit Dead, Harry © moment. I’M JUST TRYING TO TURN A CORNER WITHOUT SCREAMING, HOBBIT. It’s nice to have someone watch your back, even if they silently sit in judgment of you for the entire time. After a long minute where I stare up at the ladder to Ravenholm I enlist my sister, hereafter known as Hobbit, to bear witness for this leg of the game.
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