Once released and thrown into the fiery pits of controversy some years ago, an updated version made its sudden appearance. Taivo takes the original release, leaving a majority of it intact with only a few changes, while expanding from where the map had left off, making full use of Eduke32’s increased limitations.
Demons have made a sudden invasion on the UAC base and our hero is found waiting inside the trailer of a crashed truck. Enemies slowly creep closer while he reloads a pistol, preparing to do what he does best.
Well this year wasn’t too good in terms of consistent updates, and I kind of botched up the horror event from lack of preparation and having other priorities. Apologies for those who were looking forward to the remaining reviews during November. Same as last year, I’ll be skipping December and will come back to the site in January 2013 after the world has ended. Things might get interesting. And much like before, read on for some trivia and ramblings, otherwise, see you next year!
Imprisoned inside of a dark cell, weak and weaponless, an open window above the bed teases freedom. And a several hundred metre drop. Enough is enough, today you’ve decided to risk any chance at escaping, all it takes is to attract the guards attention. From there? Find a way out and escape. Alive.
After a professional visit in Port Tyris turned sour, pulling some strings bought you passage aboard a ship. All was not to be plain sailing however, foundered in a storm four days out and dragged to rest in a deep, sinister cavern. You retired early during repairs, only to later awaken to the screams of men. And of something else.
After acquiring information about a mansion outside the City owned by a fellow named Roderick, famous for his prized Jade Sceptre, I decided to pay the place a visit. This item could fetch a great amount on the market after all. There has been nothing but bad rumours about the manor, but I’m certainly used to that by now.
Their paunch appearance belied a stunning quickness in step. I began to distinguish the gleam of eyes under the trees […] It brazenly lies before me, and still I could not admit the fool was right. The accursed pyramid was neither Aztec nor Mayan.
– Dent, J.M. “Last Essays.” London: Methuen, 1926.
For the strangest of reasons, the main character awakens to find himself back in the home from his childhood, twenty years into the past. Everything appears to be the same as it once did, except there are two noticeable differences. Something is infesting the house and no one appears to be around. Just what is going on here?
Introduction
Someone has released all the prisoners from Arkham Asylum and provided them with weapons. The escapees have made their way to The Narrows and are terrorising the place and will soon make their way into the city. The bat signal shines into the night sky while Bruce restlessly stares out from his window. This is going to be a long night.