Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 165: If I Have Committed Any Crime, Let the Law Puni

This fucking ga is absolutely insane!!!

Pew felt his entire back soaked with cold sweat!

You must understand!

He's considered a veteran horror ga player!

Over the years, having built his career on horror gas, he's played no fewer than hundreds of them!

But this ga!

Silent Hill PT!

Is the only ga he's ever played where he hasn't even seen a ghost, yet it's ten thousand tis scarier than any ghost encounter!

Sam is like a mastermind who deeply understands the core of fear, ticulously crafting every atmospheric detail, stacking terror upon terror like building blocks, implanting an ever-increasing sense of dread deep into players' hearts!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Pew felt he couldn't take it anymore.

Only now did he understand why players who ca to experience this ga left their seats within three to five minutes, and why so had pale faces and needed friends to support them as they exited.

It's not that the ga is disgusting!

It's that the ga is simply too terrifying!

Such overwhelming psychological pressure and eerie atmosphere even made a battle-hardened horror ga veteran like him break out in cold sweat with a racing heart.

Let alone casual players!

But!

As they say, the more fearful you are, the more curious you beco!

Moving his stiff legs, Pew followed the increasingly strong sll of blood forward until he reached a corridor corner.

Sniffing the air, the bloody scent was emanating from a door at the corner.

And now!

Besides the bloody sll, nurous shiny black cockroaches were crawling out from under the door.

"Eww—so gross—"

Pew grimaced, shrinking his neck.

Then he reached out to grab the door handle.

However!

Before his hand could touch the handle!

Boom!

A heavy thud suddenly ca from inside the door!

"Holy—fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"

Pew scread, his whole body shuddering violently!

Then!

Boom... boom... boom... boom...

The door kept making dull thuds, not frequent but each one clearly audible.

As if soone inside was expressionlessly banging their head against the door.

Pew felt his scalp tingling!

Cowering in the corner, he practically turned into a living "fear.jpg" !

If not for the fact that the psychiatric drugs on the counter couldn't be interacted with, he would have grabbed a handful to shove into his mouth!

Of course!

He had thought about running away!

Screw the loops, screw whether the next cycle would be scarier, he couldn't handle the current pressure and just wanted to bail.

But who was Sam?

The mont the door at the corner made noise!

With a click!

The door at the end of the hallway automatically locked shut!

In this narrow, claustrophobic corridor!

The player was separated from whatever was making those noises by just a thin wooden door!

You don't know if it will co out, or when it will co out, or if it might suddenly decide to open the door!

Who is it?

The murderer who committed the family massacre?

The innocent daughter?

Or Lisa, who died with her unborn child?

Players have no idea.

Even worse!

Now, the only space you can move in is this cramped corridor!

And both ends of the corridor are dead ends!

At this mont!

Fear was almost consuming Pew entirely!

He even felt pressure in his lower abdon, his legs trembling uncontrollably!

However!

Just as he was about to break down!

The next second.

The banging stopped abruptly.

Click.

The door in front of him opened a pitch-black crack.

Then!

The sound of a baby's crying drifted out from the crack—

[Waaah—waaah—waaaah—]

Pew: ...

I'm done.

That was Pew's first thought.

"Are you fucking kidding ?! Bro?!"

But this was Pew.

A veteran of countless horror gas with strong ntal fortitude.

Many players before him had been forcibly ejected from the motion-sensing pod at this point.

Still!

Though Pew hadn't been kicked out yet, he was on the verge of collapse.

Heart rate and blood pressure maxed out, breathing increasingly erratic.

Now, cowering in the corner, staring at that door crack, he yelled:

"What the hell is this? Huh? What the fuck does this an?!"

"Inviting in? What the fuck is in there? A baby? Why the fuck is there a baby here?!"

But just as he said that!

Suddenly!

A realization struck Pew!

There really was a baby here.

Inside Lisa's belly.

At least, before she was brutally murdered, the baby was still there.

But now...

Listening to the eerie, unnatural crying.

Pew felt his scalp tingling intensely!!!

"What the—fuck!!!"

"Saaaaaaaaaaam! You fucking psycho! How could you make a ga like this?!"

This ga is too fucking insane!

When fear reaches its peak, it turns into impotent rage.

Because Pew was powerless, he could only bluster, trying to psych himself up by yelling.

anwhile, the live chat exploded—

'Holy—shit—!!!'

'So... the baby in Lisa's belly was...'

'Oh God motherfucker! This is straight-up hell material!'

'God! I can picture it now!'

'Oh—Sam—he's truly a complete psychopath and madman!'

'Fuck! I'm watching this with a cross in hand, God help ...'

'Sorry I really can't take it anymore, this ga's horror level exceeds my limits'

'Now I even feel like Lisa is watching through the screen...'

'And this is just a demo version...'

'God, I can't imagine how devastating it'll be when the full version releases...'

'This completely redefines my understanding of horror gas...'

'...'

Amid the chatter!

Pew felt his breathing becoming more rapid, the numbness in his fingertips intensifying.

He tried opening the door at the end of the corridor.

Locked.

He tried going back the way he ca, but that path was blocked too.

The sorrowful cries of the baby still drifted from the blood-scented door crack.

Pew wore a pained expression:

"Please... don't do this to ..."

"If I have committed any cri, let the law punish , not make play PT..."

Pew's voice even carried a sob as he tremblingly reached for the door handle.

He wanted to carefully close the door.

But!

The mont his fingertips touched the handle!

Bang!

A pale, swollen arm suddenly appeared!

Followed by a bloated, pale woman's face with a hollow right eye socket, appearing in the door crack!

Gone in a flash!

With a forceful pull, bang—the door slamd shut!

Next second.

A scream loud enough to cover Kora's entire exhibition booth erupted from the motion-sensing pod!

"AAAAAAA—fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

[Beep! Detected abnormal heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, and ntal stability. For your health protection, you have been automatically disconnected...]

...

"Ouch—damn my throat—my throat hurts—"

anwhile!

At Bilibili, Pure Black's livestream.

The motion-sensing pod door opened, and the strear known as "Young Master" Pure Black was crouched outside chugging water and catching his breath.

As one of Bilibili's popular creators, Pure Black was known for his "lightning-fast walkthrough comntaries."

With skilled gaplay and smooth video editing, he had a strong following in the gaming community.

But while usually cool and dominant in other gas, Pure Black had one major weakness—

Horror gas.

He was a coward.

Previously, he had tead up with other creators to play Phasmophobia.

The unanimous conclusion from all his teammates? Pure Black was scarier than the ghosts.

Because this guy was so easily frightened, any slight movent would make him shriek, often causing panic among his already nervous teammates.

But!

Precisely because of this!

Pure Black's horror ga streams were unexpectedly entertaining.

Even earning him the title "Bilibili's Top Scaredy-Cat."

And today!

Silent Hill PT's debut experience.

His fans, never missing a chance to see him suffer, flooded the chat begging to see him try it.

Plus Pure Black himself was curious about this so-called "scariest ga ever."

Thus, Pure Black's Silent Hill PT playthrough began.

Now.

The chat was roaring with laughter—

'HAHAHAHAHA kicked out again, three tis in five minutes'

'He's completely lost his voice'

'Can't bla him though, this ga is straight-up hellish...'

'That door slam scare just made throw my phone'

'Only the old master could do this—while others do jump scares, he does slam scares'

'Well it scared you didn't it?'

'Good thing it's dayti, don't need to turn on lights'

'Feels like the psychological horror has leveled up big ti'

'Definitely, this is way scarier than Phasmophobia'

'Thankfully the pod has safety features, otherwise this ga might actually kill soone'

'The atmosphere is just too perfect, the old master really went all out'

'Honestly, even just this demo could be called the scariest horror ga ever...'

In the chat!

Fans chattered excitedly.

anwhile, Pure Black, after chugging water and visiting the bathroom to calm down, returned to the motion-sensing pod.

Taking a deep breath!

Back in the looping corridor, Pure Black steadied himself:

"Haven't scread this much in a while, my throat really can't take it,"

"But it's still manageable, it scared but not enough to make quit."

As he spoke.

Pure Black cautiously touched the corner door's handle.

Nothing happened.

And the door at the end of the hallway reopened.

Pure Black sighed in relief:

"Not bad, still within my tolerance range, just normal reflexes, not actual fear."

Hearing this, fans naturally teased him—

'Your scream earlier almost scared Lisa to death'

'Lisa: Holy shit that startled ! Close the door!'

'HAHAHAHAHA...'

'Kicked out three tis in five minutes, and you say you're not scared?'

'"Not actual fear"'

'That's your excuse?'

'I respect how every part of you goes soft except your mouth'

'But Young Master's persistence is comndable'

'Kinda worried about your heart condition'

'On the contrary, your heart is the least of our concerns since most people can't reconnect three tis after being kicked out'

'I dub you the Wolverine of horror gas, with insane ntal recovery'

'LMAO horror Wolverine...'

'HAHAHAHAHA dying...'

Reading the chat's jokes, Pure Black entered the next loop while awkwardly explaining:

"Not making excuses, seriously,"

"The fact that I can still reconnect proves I'm not at my limit, right?"

"And that earlier scare was a door slam, which is better than a jump scare,"

"At the very least, Lisa didn't actually co out..."

However!

Just as he said that!

[Sniff... hiss... gurgle...]

[Hiss... gurgle...]

Suddenly.

An eerie sobbing ca from the other end of the corridor.

Clearly a woman's crying.

But!

Mixed with the sobs were choking sounds, as if the crier's throat was being squeezed or had been slit.

Pure Black's words caught in his throat!

He froze completely!

The chat went wild!

'Wasn't it a baby crying earlier? Now it's... holy shit! Lisa! That's Lisa crying, right?!'

'Ultimate jinx!'

'HAHAHAHAHA spoke her into existence! Amazing!'

'Lisa: You called, bro?'

'Holy shit! Holy shit! Young Master's heart rate is spiking again!'

'110... 120... holy shit HAHAHAHAHA!'

'This is insane!'

'Wait? Does this ga have voice recognition? Ask and you shall receive?'

'Old Master: Delivering exactly what you wish for'

'...'

The audience laughed hysterically!

But Pure Black in the corridor couldn't laugh at all!

The crying was right around the corner, either behind the door or in the hallway!

Pure Black's blood pressure skyrocketed!

Inching forward step by step, he finally reached the corner.

Peeking around the wall.

Pure Black cautiously stuck half his head out to look.

Next second.

A scream!

"Ahhhh! What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!!!"

"What is that what is that what is that!!!"

"Sothing's there! Holy shit! There's soone in the hallway!!!"

Amid the horrifying cries!

Though only for a mont!

Pure Black saw it!

And so did the audience!

Under the swaying dim hallway light!

Stood a figure over two ters tall, wearing a pure white dress!

Pure Black scrambled back!

"She won't chase , right? She can't co over, right?!"

Pure Black's voice trembled!

But!

After waiting, nothing happened.

The eerie crying continued from the hallway, neither closer nor farther.

Summoning courage!

Pure Black peeked around the corner again.

This ti!

He saw the full figure—

Almost touching the ceiling light, incredibly tall and imposing, face unseen.

Wearing a dirty white dress stained with what looked like dried blood or shadows, with liquid dripping from the hem.

Her head hung at an unnatural angle, legs spread, long arms dangling.

Creak—creak—creak—

Sniff... hiss... sniff...

The light's grating sounds mixed with Lisa's mournful sobs made Pure Black's scalp tingle, even feeling breathless!

What now?

Pure Black was paralyzed with fear.

Go back?

Dead end, hallway door locked.

Go forward?

Lisa might start moving and give him a jump scare!

After agonizing!

Pure Black steeled himself!

"Bring it on! Just a jump scare! I'm not afraid!"

"If I'm prepared, nothing can scare !"

As he spoke, Pure Black stepped forward!

"Co on! Co..."

But before he finished!

Snap!

The lights went out.