There’s no other word for it.
But then the evil twin of my teammate knifes me again and I stumble to the floor.
I can’t think rationally here I can barely thinkat all.
There’s a story here, but it’s pretty light touch.
A confusing maze of a police station.
An obscene facsimile of an orphanage.
The shadowy alleys of an amusement park where the only fun you’ll find is within your funeral coffin.
Yes, it’s obscene.
Yes, it’s bloody challenging and challengingly bloody.
And that’s the problem with The Outlast Trials for me.
I am, indeed, a ditherer, which means I’m forever being spotted and hunted and bloodied.
(I’ll leave you to decide who it was that was cowering in the bin.)
Your XP, on the other hand?
Pointless, I’m afraid.
Run can be toggled off/on, key bindings can be customised, with Y/Z inversion available alongside adjustable sensitivity.
Thought you’d ducked into that locker before the enemy turned the corner?
Figured you’d slammed the door and slipped under the desk before you were spotted?
Sorry, my friend.
