FUCK THAT

I must firstly apologise to the legions of younger fans of the comic/blog who respect and look up to me, for the un-PC title of the post. All will become clear when you visit/read the following:

So, there I was, doing my daily read of Kotaku, when I see the post regarding the new viral site set up to trace the release of Dead Space - a game that up until a few minutes ago, I was really looking forward to. Now, I am not someone that will scare easily. I'm pretty sure I can deal with tension and scenes of a disturbing nature. Or a navigation system that uses severed limbs to direct you to the different sections.

So far, there is only one section of the 9 that will eventually be posted on the site, so I decide to get into the game by exploring the background - something I don't often do with new games. I now find myself looking around an intensely atmospheric room (in 3D no-less, bloody Internet has gone mad...) picking up information about a crew-member named George Greggs. So, having read up most the info available, I attempt the 'Aptitude Test', and enter my details. (These questions are hard - like, unless you've been taking notes, don't bother.)

While in a very quiet room, concentrating on the test questions, with the volume up high, I hear something that - if I were of the more incontinent persuasion - would have ended up needing a new change of sheets for the bed:

A woman's whispered disembodied voice - presumably 'Jane' - asks: "George. Save me... [louder]George - Save me." To which I replied "...Huh?! FUCK. THAT."

Dead Space, although made by EA, looks like to me, that it will take the elements of System Shock 2 and multiply it tenfold. I mean, just the website elicited a stark reaction from me. And I played Doom3 - in the dark.

JB