Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 201: Run Now! Run!!!

Thick fog filled the air as dust fell from the sky.

Lin Xiaong walked through the deserted streets of Silent Hill town, following the clues from her wife Mary's letter to find the sanatorium hotel they once stayed in together.

It had to be said, as a global gaming giant, Kora's technical prowess was truly top-notch.

Whether it was the intricate details of the dense fog or the realistic texture of the falling dust, everything was masterfully crafted to imrse players completely.

Moreover.

As Lin Xiaong advanced toward her destination, faint whispering voices occasionally reached her ears.

The eerie, unsettling atmosphere from PT seed to have returned.

And as she continued forward, the whispering voices in her ears grew increasingly frequent.

Until...

Woo——!

Woo——!

Woo——!

Suddenly, air raid sirens blared through the thick fog.

As the alarm grew more piercingly loud!

Several humanoid figures gradually erged from the increasingly dense mist, quickly closing in on Lin Xiaong and forcing her into a small villa behind her!

Truth be told, at this point!

Lin Xiaong was still quite pleasantly surprised.

She silently admitted that perhaps Hao Xianming had a point in disagreeing with her earlier harsh assessnt.

The quality of Silent Hill wasn't actually that bad.

Especially when those shadowy figures approached - the sense of dread was no less intense than in Escape!

However!

Just when Lin Xiaong thought Kora would surely provide so brilliant way to escape this situation!

A disappointing developnt occurred—

She actually found a gun in the nightstand of the master bedroom on the second floor.

And just as she loaded the bullets with a crisp "click" and chambered a round, the humanoid monsters 'coincidentally' opened the master bedroom door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out violently.

Lin Xiaong looked at the fallen 'living dead' monsters - so with neck wounds, others missing eyes or half their heads - and sighed softly.

The atmosphere had been so good earlier.

Whether it was her own defenseless, weaponless state,

Or the terrifying figures lurking in the fog with obscured faces,

Or the maddeningly loud, piercing alarm siren,

Kora seed to have recaptured PT's essence in environntal storytelling.

But this outco!

Was utterly disappointing.

The defenseless protagonist suddenly mastering Arican quick-draw techniques.

The mysterious shadowy figures revealing their true forms.

This frustrating feeling seed all too familiar to Lin Xiaong.

Where had she seen this before?

Oh.

Lin Xiaong rembered.

"Approaching Science."

The show would start with wild supernatural theories and countless suspicious clues, making it seem like sothing paranormal was definitely happening.

But in reality: the electricity-resistant old man just had thick calluses, the ghostly wails at night were just neighbors snoring, the man vomiting blood had gum disease, and the "three years without water" miracle man was actually drinking congee every day...

Gun in hand, Lin Xiaong scavenged bullets from the monsters' bodies and continued deeper into town.

The subsequent gaplay could be summarized in one repetitive cycle:

Alarm sounds → monsters appear → Arican quick-draw → scavenge supplies → obtain clues → continue forward → alarm sounds.

There were still plenty of jump scares along the way - monsters suddenly appearing when opening doors, strange birds swooping down from the sky, etc.

But they were either too obviously staged or lacked real tension. Plus with a gun in hand, Lin Xiaong wasn't exactly terrified - more like calmly progressing through.

To say she wasn't disappointed would be a lie.

After all, Lin Xiaong had been "chased" from Mountain ntal Hospital to Silent Hill.

This contrast was truly disheartening.

It was clear Kora's team had tried hard to emulate PT's style in Silent Hill's overall atmosphere.

And they'd succeeded quite well in the opening segnts.

Unfortunately, they'd only copied Gu Sheng's form without capturing the King of Horror's essence.

They knew how to use eerie tones to create a mysterious, spine-chilling opening.

But had no idea how to sustain it.

Thus, the carefully built horror atmosphere instantly collapsed.

The entire work regressed into a simple monster-shooting ga filled with jump scares.

Shaking her head, Lin Xiaong felt she'd played enough.

"What a waste of a good start,"

Lin Xiaong gave her fair assessnt, then clicked her tongue:

"I wonder if Hao Xianming is having fun at Mountain ntal Hospital."

...

Happy?

I'm fucking dying!

Hiding in a tal locker, Hao Xianming could hear his own heartbeat as he held his breath, not daring to make a sound!

Outside his locker stood a psychopath wielding a spiked club, twitching occasionally and muttering insane nonsense!

What the hell kind of ga is this?

What ntal state was Gu Sheng in when he created this?

Hao Xianming had no idea!

He only knew!

This ntal hospital was wrong - seriously wrong—

Miles realized it imdiately upon entering the library.

Because the place was a bloody ss, with human heads replacing books on the shelves!

From a dying soldier, Miles learned they'd co to suppress "mutants" in the asylum.

Clearly, they'd failed.

And this situation was far beyond what a re reporter like Miles could handle.

So investigation turned to escape.

However.

Mountain ntal wasn't sowhere you could just walk in and out of freely.

As Miles quickly left the library trying to escape and call for help,

A terrifying blood-covered giant over two ters tall grabbed him and threw him from the second floor.

As he was about to lose consciousness, so crazy priest told him things like "you're sent by God" and "our savior."

Miles didn't understand, nor did he want to.

After briefly blacking out, he woke to find a keycard for the main gate, planning to swipe it at the control room and escape.

Unexpectedly.

In the basent surveillance footage, he saw that crazy priest again.

With a click!

To stop him leaving, the priest cut power to the entire asylum!

Forced into it!

Miles went to the basent, needing to find two air pumps and a main control lever in complete darkness to restore power.

Now!

Playing as Miles, Hao Xianming had just restored one air pump.

But upon exiting, he imdiately encountered this spiked-club-wielding maniac!

Thankfully he reacted quickly!

Dashing back to the pump room and hiding in a locker before the psycho could reach him.

Now!

The pursuing maniac was searching the small pump room for him, his erratic, delirious mutterings occasionally audible:

"Eegh... no... sa... hmm! Hmm!"

Scrape—

Scrape—

Footsteps drew nearer.

Peering through the locker's vents, Hao Xianming saw by the pump indicator's faint glow that the psycho was slowly approaching his direction.

Hiss.

Overwhelming pressure made Hao Xianming tense up completely, even holding his breath!

Then suddenly—

BANG!

A trendous tallic clang made Hao Xianming's hair stand on end!

Fuck!!!

I'm done for!!!

The psycho was checking the locker beside his!!!

For a mont, Hao Xianming felt like he might start trembling uncontrollably!

Soon, the psycho's face appeared outside the vent, peering toward Hao Xong's hiding place.

They were practically face-to-face, separated only by thin tal.

Scratching sounds ca from outside as the psycho grabbed the locker handle.

No no no no—!!!

Don't open don't open you motherfucker—!!!

The psychological pressure nearly made Hao Xianming scream out loud!

Buzz buzz!

At this critical mont!

So sound seed to co from outside the door.

Hearing it, the psycho turned away, abandoning the locker to investigate.

"Holy fuck—"

"Huff— huff— huff—"

Hao Xianming practically oozed out of the locker, collapsing to the floor gasping for air.

Felt like I lived two lifetis there!

This ga is fucking terrifying!

Especially that face-to-face mont through the tal vent!

Hao Xianming felt he might go insane himself!

Nearly rushed out screaming "just fucking kill already!"

Absolute torture!

The tension rivaled PT's infamous light-switch scare!

"Not playing anymore, once I get that other pump running I'm done, fuck this,"

After catching his breath, Hao Xianming shakily, cursingly got up from the cold floor:

"I'm going back to Silent Hill, that ga might suck but at least there's guns, whoever wants this suffering can have it, I'm fucking done..."

As he spoke!

Hao Xianming opened the pump room's wooden door.

Inserting the last battery, he activated night vision and cautiously peeked outside.

The basent was dead silent.

No sign of the psycho in the pitch darkness.

Creak—

Slowly opening the door, Hao Xianming slithered out like an eel.

Crouching low, moving stealthily.

Down the corridor past one, two, three rooms.

None were pump rooms, but most contained notes and files.

This design delighted Hao Xianming.

Brilliant!

Unlike Silent Hill's straightforward mission-like information collection,

In Escape, Gu Sheng fragnted the story, scattering it as notes and files everywhere.

Collecting these fragnts gradually revealed Mountain ntal's dark secrets.

From what he'd gathered so far:

The Murkoff Corporation's horrific human experints under asylum cover were undeniable.

Their goal seed to be developing invincible human weapons.

Purpose unclear.

But their main project was sothing called "Walrider."

Tucking away the files, Hao Xianming steadied himself.

No wonder Golden Wind didn't position themselves as villains this ti.

The actual antagonists here were too inhuman.

Hao Xianming also sensed even more depraved secrets behind these insane experints.

But!

Now wasn't the ti for speculation.

As the corridor's last door opened.

Faint red indicator lights appeared before Hao Xianming.

"Yes!"

He quietly cheered with a fist pump.

Found the second air pump.

Restart this, then head to the main console to pull the lever, and power would be restored.

Thinking this.

Hao Xianming didn't hesitate, stepping forward to hit the pump button.

Thump!

Buzz—!!!

The pump reactivated as Hao Xianming quickly opened the door to check if the noise attracted the psycho.

But!

As the door opened—

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"AAAAAH FUCK YOUR ANCESTORS—!!!"

Jackpot!

The psycho was right in his fucking face!!!

Hao Xianming had never scread so horrifically in his life!

A primal shriek!

Before it even finished—

Whoosh—!!!

The spiked club swung violently!

Nail-studded tal smashed into his head!

Hao Xianming's vision instantly turned red!

Staggering back, he collapsed to the floor.

The psycho charged in!

Seeing the screaming maniac raising his club again, Hao Xianming scrambled up like mad!

Playing ring-around-the-rosy with the pump before bolting for the door!

Run!

Now!

Run for your life!!!

A desperate chase erupted through the basent!

Whoosh! Thud! Roooar—!!!

The psycho's howls and missed swings echoed behind!

"Fuck you! Fuck you motherfucker!!!"

Hao Xianming's curses filled the dark corridor!

Crash! Thump! Bang!

Vaulting low walls, dodging pipes, squeezing through gaps!

Hao Xianming didn't care how many tis he fell or got up, just desperately fleeing!

He didn't dare look back - didn't need to!

The psycho's roars pursued him relentlessly!

Screech—!!!

Crash!

With his DV cara dead, Hao Xianming tripped over an unseen low wall and went flying!

Ignoring the pain, he imdiately rolled up and dashed toward the main console.

Now!

The psycho had reached the low wall, clambering over while swinging his club!

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck—"

Frantic, Hao Xianming grabbed the main lever, straining with all his might to pull it up!

As the psycho cleared the wall charging toward him!

"Get the fuck— UP!!!"

Clang!

Whooo—buzz—!!!

Power restored!

Yellow basent lights flickered on!

Seeing the psycho almost upon him, Hao Xianming didn't wait, releasing the lever to sprint for the exit!

Through the door, up to the first floor, until the psycho's roars faded behind!

Thud!

Exhausted, Hao Xianming collapsed!

[Beep! Detected abnormal heart rate, blood pressure, respiration and ntal stability. For your health, automatic disconnection initiated...]

After a silent mont, Hao Xianming's near-death voice erged from the motion pod—

"King of Horror... King of Horror..."

"Don't even need to be King of Horror..."

"You can be my fucking dad..."

"Christ..."