"And I really have feedback from stepping on things! What kind of ga is this? It feels like everything around seems to be real!"
When Jane stepped on the cockroach, she could clearly feel a foreign body sensation under her feet, which surprised her.
The viewers were also sharp and could see it clearly:
"This ga seems to be pretty aweso; the graphics are incredibly realistic!"
"Yeah, it feels like watching a movie!"
"And this interactive scene is so well executed; cockroaches can be trampled to death!"
"Not only can they be trampled, but the other cockroaches also react by running away in fear!"
"Jane, try stepping on a few more."
...
The audience's comnts could be broadcast by voice, so Jane could interact with them even while playing the ga.
Jane had never played such a realistic and interactive ga before.
Right there, she beca very excited, chasing the cockroaches in the room and stepping on them.
Just when Jane was happily stepping on the cockroaches, she heard an old grinding sound:
"Creaaak..."
Jane's heart throbbed instantly, and she looked up suddenly,
Only then did she realize that the wooden door, which had been closed, was now half-open, and she didn't know when it had opened...
"The door opened automatically!"
"It didn't open automatically. Soone opened it. When Jane looked up, I saw sothing flash through the crack of the door!"
"Oh my gosh, it's true!"
"It's true, I saw it too. It seed to be a woman, but it was too fast to see clearly!"
.......
The audience was talking frantically, and Jane realized, yes, she was playing a horror ga!
She didn't know if the woman in the doorway that the viewers ntioned was real because she had been focused on stepping on cockroaches and hadn't noticed it at all...
However, the graphics and interactivity of this ga were beyond her imagination.
This was another horror ga...
Jane instantly had the urge to quit the ga.
"This is a bit scary..."
"Jane, don't be stunned, go and have a look!"
"Yes, yes, I'm interested, this ga is so good!"
.....
"Can't I not go?" Jane cried with a nervous face,
Before the ga even officially started, she already wanted to quit.
"Don't be afraid, it's not real, go and see!"
"Yes, Jane, we are with you!"
"Jane, don't stop, I'll give you a gift, go ahead!"
......
The audience was much more excited than Jane.
After a while, Jane heard the prompt sound of an endless stream of gifts, both rockets and planes.
It was lively indeed.
"Okay then," Jane gritted her teeth, and the large number of gifts gave her courage.
For a little money, she decided to continue playing.
She moved slowly and finally approached the wooden door...
"Ha!!!" At the next mont, Jane shouted, venting her inner fear at the sa ti.
With a bang, the wooden door was kicked open.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Can you make a little noise when you open the door?"
"I wasn't frightened by the ga; I was frightened by Jane first!"
"I was almost taken away by Jane's voice!"
.......
The audience complained, but Jane's nerves were still tense.
Behind the wooden door was a dim corridor.
This corridor looked like a typical household hallway.
The walls were painted white, and various paintings hung on the walls.
But the strange thing was that this corridor was very narrow, estimated to be just over a ter wide, allowing only one person to pass through.
The chandelier hanging from the ceiling was weak, making the whole hallway appear dim.
The narrow corridor ant that once there was danger, there was no way to escape, only to face it.
The dim light ant that even if there were terrifying things lurking in front of you, you might not see them clearly...
The combination of the two created a claustrophobic, oppressive feeling.
"Whew..." Jane's eyes widened, and she subconsciously took a deep breath:
"Damn, this environnt is too intimidating..."
I have to say that the environnt and atmosphere of this ga were really well done. Even before anything appeared, her legs were already weak.
The viewers watching couldn't help but hold their breath. There was no way; the rendering was too realistic, and it was easy to get imrsed.
In a long and narrow corridor, everyone would feel nervous.
"Let's go, let's go," Jane encouraged herself and started walking forward.
Before she took a few steps, she noticed the clock hanging on the wall.
The hour and minute hands pointed exactly at 11:59, and the second hand kept beating back and forth.
It seed that it would never reach the truth of 12 o'clock.
"11:59, so it's midnight?"
"Look at the window, it's dark; it's the early morning, that's right."
"At this ti, it's the ti for ghosts to haunt..."
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