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STALKER 2’s latest update adds an easily missed new questline, while dispersing accidental mutant crowds
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STALKER 2’s latest update adds an easily missed new questline, while dispersing accidental mutant crowds

Get in here, stalker. STALKER 2: Heart of Chornobyl just got its meatiest patch in months, the Sealed Truth update, which has added a spooky, story-based new questline along with various bug fixes. The new quests, which take you deep into the monster-infested bowels of the X-18 laboratory (previously visited in STALKER: Shadow of Chernobyl), seemingly play up HoC’s horror side, and word is it’ll loosely tie into the plot of the incoming Cost of Hope expansion. Which sounds good, alt

Idols Of Ash review - a terrific spelunking horror game that makes you choose between a rock and a giant centipede
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Idols Of Ash review - a terrific spelunking horror game that makes you choose between a rock and a giant centipede

When I think of Idols of Ash, I think of seven sounds, listed here in order of deepening dreadfulness. The first and nicest sound is the clink of my silvery grapple sinking its hook, interrupting the rush of air past my ears as I fall. That's the second, less nice sound. The third sound is a distant, tectonic groaning, disconsolate and wakeful: it could be the wind again, pushing through some unaccountably musical lungful of stone. Yeah, I'm sure that's all it is. The fourth sound is defini

A Storied Life: Tabitha review – a cosy yet pensive puzzler where the biggest challenge is getting someone else's story straight
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A Storied Life: Tabitha review – a cosy yet pensive puzzler where the biggest challenge is getting someone else's story straight

It is, as I write this, one year to the day since I and two fellow, newly-orphaned siblings finished the process of auditing, packing, and clearing out our childhood home. The final task: enduring the fearsome rattling and suspect braking of our dad’s neglected Renault Megane, just long enough for it to sputter to someone mad enough to buy it off us. The irony, that this clanking full-stop on the end our bereavement’s lengthy administrative aspect could so feasibly kill me, was not