Making a post-apocalyptic game: Depressing all players

The terrifying desire for control: Mom, I will always be with you

The water friends looked at Chu He who was running away in a panic, and Zhang Dongsheng who was covered in blood.

A dark and gloomy room, a strange underworld soundtrack.

They totally got it.

Good guy, Ninth Art has completely let itself go this time.

“No need to guess, this is probably a terrifying stream of consciousness game.”

“The Ninth Art, you have no heart, you have to sacrifice the youth, youth, and passion that I imagined. You are becoming less and less restrained now, aren’t you? The dog producer is so hellish.”

“Mother, take the kitchen knife, how heartwarming it is.” ”

I guess it’s not that simple. Ninth Art is not like the kind of studio that makes shoddy games to make up the numbers.” ”

Second.”

“I hope so. ”

There are too many details. It was two years ago that I said I saw someone falling off the cliff, and Zhang Dongsheng was imprisoned for the murder he reported on the news. Why is he here again now?” ”

And why do you claim to be helping ?” Zhu Chaoyang.”

In the live broadcast

, Chu He ran away in panic. The scene in front of him also switched at a strange speed. It was dark and gloomy, with rapid music, and finally he came to a mountain filled with heavy fog.

Go forward.

This is an extremely steep cliff.

“Liufeng Mountain, isn’t this the place where I photographed Zhang Dongsheng’s murder?”

“Why are you here?”

However, Zhang Dongshan didn’t leave him much time to breathe and wonder. He was already approaching step by step, wearing a white shirt. The extremely dazzling blood stains on his body also made him look even more horrifying.

“My life has been completely ruined by you.”

“You will also have to pay the price for this.”

Zhang Dongsheng walked forward.

Chu He was completely stunned. Looking at the cliff behind him, there was no way to retreat, right?

Was he chopped with a kitchen knife or jumped?

Either way it’s death.

Chu He finally chose a relatively humanitarian ending. He bent his knees, closed his eyes and jumped down. Gravity and acceleration caused the falling speed to become faster and faster.

The wind in my ears became faster and faster.

Falling, and still falling after a long time.

Finally, only darkness remained in the somatosensory warehouse.

Is this the end?

However, things were not as simple as he imagined.

As a rapid alarm sounded, the VR virtual projection in front of me gradually glowed with light.