Happy Halloween. rioters!
This week we’ll be presenting our episode exclusively filled with indie horror games much like we did last year. This year, however, we’re running a contest for a free copy of Layers of Fear!
In order to win, just send us a 500 to 1,500 word creepypasta! We’ll put it to a vote around the Indie Game Riot crew and the one we like most will win! You have until November 7th at 11:59pm EST to enter. Send your story to firstname.lastname@example.org!
Who knows, maybe we’ll show the story to an awesome indie dev and they’ll want to work with you! At the very least, you’ll get a great scary game out of it.
EDIT: This contest is closed! Thanks to everyone who submitted and congrats to our winner, Nelson! Follow him on Twitter and let him know what you think of his story which you can read below!
By: Xalavier Nelson Jr.
Reddit leak confirmation.
Live action trailer.
10 days before Release.
Just please, release.
Pre-Launch Post-Teaser Post E3 Feature Announcement Trailer #3 of–
I followed Bethesda through the hell that is the modern release cycle–an endless stream of screenshots, trailers, and bits of tertiary information that manage to aggravate me both at how much, and little they reveal. At any one moment I felt my preorder was either spoiled or entirely justified–one perk description, one gorgeous photo framed like a 50’s diorama, one extravagant Pip-Boy app, making all the difference…And then the day was here. Just like that. A mountain of (likely unneeded) tension popped in the anticlimactic sound of the postman delivering my mail, and a couple-hundred tired editors releasing their outlet’s respective reviews simultaneously.
I had (of course) bought the Pip-Boy edition–steelbook, bulky box, what was essentially an expensive phone case, and all. Sticking the disc in the slot of a several hundred-dollar dedicated gaming device, I watched the various progress bars tick by. Updates, patches, obligatory “zero day” DLCs that both humorously poked at the absurdity of preordering in the context of the Fallout universe, and profited from it. I screamed, internally. I binge-watched Friends on Netflix while pretending to not notice itstill wasn’t ready. Yes, I suffered in anticipation of this joy. I BLED.
I BLEED FOR YOU, FALLOUT 4.
Okay, maybe that last one was a bit exaggerated, but you get the point. I was breaking into neat little mushroom cloud-shaped pieces. Fallout was the reflection and I was Narcissus, lusting after my vision of a cheery, kitsch postapocalyptia that it seemed I could never have because OH GOD ANOTHER UPDATE REALLY HUH WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED.
Finally, it was ready. Finally, panel in the minimalist UI that is all the rage in Console-Land pressed, I watched. Finally, finally, my time had–
New G a
Load G m
Hello ma’am, do you need a-need a-need a-need a-need a
Please God, no.
I adjust the bridge of my character’s nose to the left and the entire model begins shifting, stuttering, melting.
You can NOT do this to me. You hear me, you plastic piece of–
A plastic, waxy hairdo decorates an invisible scalp. I don’t have a face. All is gone but two bulging eyeballs and chattering teeth where lips should be. “Almost finished, dear?” my spouse says, mockingly.
DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED?
The rebel leader’s inspiring speech is undercut by the sound of a wet fart and his body slingshotting into the air.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I CARED?
His disembodied voice continues to lecture me about the “The People.”
THE HOURS–THE EMOTIONAL ENERGY I SPENT?
Mr. Handy inexplicably clips into his entourage and begins making jokes about dental care. Their voices mix.
THE UNHOLY NUMBER OF MEMES I MADE?
“..brush, brush, bru..”
“…all we had, until..”
“But with you..”
Teleporting quest givers.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WORK.
An army of Deathclaws screams, dropping the framerate to single digits as they fly backwards across the horizon.
This save file is corrupted.
Error. Report crash details?
Error. Report crash details?