Returning to Outlast 2 with renewed optimism proves that I’m more than just a mouse
Enjoyment for me comes in many forms, and sometimes it arrives in the form of being in the dark, alone, and terrified. So I decided it’s finally time for me to try and finish super-scary survival horror game Outlast 2, as my initial attempt proved a little too much for me. Oddly, I had no trouble with the first game. Yes it’s just as grotesque and terrifying, but there’s just something about religious cults that I can’t comprehend, and therefore this sequel scares the living hell out of me.
I’d already gone through most of the game, but all the running away from the crazy locals took its toll— once I found myself in a seemingly abandoned mine I stopped playing. Now returning, I feel fearless, and I’m filled with raw determination. I take my first brave steps, and true to form I immediately fall off a ledge and get captured by two feral mud people. While they refuse to let me go I’m greeted by their leader: a scary, naked, lanky, lady by the name of Val. I can’t hear what she’s saying to me because my raw determination and fearlessness have been replaced with cowardice and the sudden onset of terror.
A tremor shakes the mine, and a couple of boulders conveniently crush the two sickly sycophants, leaving me alone with tactile Val, who’s taken a particular liking to me. Without thinking, I take out my camera, switch on the night vision, and make a run for it. Panic sets in as I meet a dead end with Val closing in on me, but I’m saved by the tremors once more—a cave-in blocks her path to me. Apparently safe for now, I squeeze past the rubble in my path.
“In panic I dive under the water but it’s too late – she’s seen me, and I get a bit of a slapping”
The section I’m now in has been flooded, and I’m forced to wade through the water to find the exit, which of course I discover is blocked by live electrical wires. Time to find the off switch. I begin my search, but as I turn a corner, surprise surprise, Val is stood right in front of me. In panic I dive under the water, but it’s too late—she’s seen me. I take a minor beating, but manage to get away. She’s hot on my heels. Leaping from the water, I run into an empty room and lock the door behind me. Frantically searching around I spot a locker across the room and jump inside. All seems quiet as I catch my breath, but Val starts banging on the door and barges through, searching for me. Okay, it’s now or never. I bolt from the locker, out of the room, and back into the water. Incredibly I don’t think Val noticed, but I’m not going to hang around to find out. Not far from where I stand I notice the switch I’ve been looking for. I flip it and make my escape from this watery hell-scape. But things are never that easy and the wires are still sparking. There’s another switch to find. Val isn’t stupid. It won’t be long until she realizes I’m not actually in that small room any more, so I work fast. As soon as I flip the second switch, though, guess who appears? It’s my good friend Val, of course, and she wants to know where I went. I admit, I let out a whimper. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I run for the exit. I can almost feel Val’s gangly arms clawing at my back as I crawl under the wires, make it to the other side, take a deep breath, and promptly switch off the console. What? Don’t judge me. I did only say I’d try. I’ve proved I’m more than just a mouse; I moved up on the food chain to scaredy cat.