Surely in this last few years, with the pandemic, you might have wonder... What's next? Someone is going to make a mistake in a far, far region of the world, and get us all infected once again, with something even more deadlier. Do you remember how it felt? The desolation of the streets, the silent dread, the lockdown.
Here's a game that will make you feel something similar, but this time you are not locked with your family or friends. You are completely alone, with your mind and your witts, trying to make sense of it all.
You are engineer Isaac Clarke. You thought it was another routine repair mission with a plus. Visiting your beloved girlfriend who happened to work at the USG Ishimura, a planet cracker, a mining vessel that is harvesting minerals from a nearby planet Aegis VII. Everyone has their life made with the riches in this planet, and you dream about how to use them to make your life, and of your beloved, Dr. Nicole Brennan, happier on some quiet, distant world. You miss her so much.
You are used to the buzzing sensation of the ship beneath your feet, of the void sparkled with stars ever present in your cabin windows, and yet, you only feel the emptyness of the abyss because she is not around. You are so sensitive to her absence that when you get close by with your crew, there's a magnetic feeling telling you she's there. And that's what you are hanging on until something happens.
A malfunction on the vessel makes the automatic dock a complete disaster but, with no mayor incidents. As you walk through the bridge contemplating the big welcome advice "USG ISHIMURA" ahead you can take another grasp of your belonging. You are used to the feeling of the tight suit around your body. Protection is a norm, you see. Everything is made of pure metal and it wouldn't be any other way to protect you from the vacuum of space. The helmet in your head feels like another part of your body, and this is the secret of human beings survival: Tools. Enourmous tools that drive over space.
And you are in one of them. But that's when you start to feel it. The lonelyness starting to creep in. How could such a massive vessel crew not present themselves in the event of such crude, rude landing? You don't know. But hey, people are just people sometimes. You have repaired a long list of vessels by now and you know people just don't care sometimes so you relax again.
Authorizations codes fly as you keep getting further inside the vessel. Your team security are ahead. They are soldiers after all and you are engineer so you wait behind.
The standby room is completely empty, no welcoming commitee. No other engineers from whom you could get some insight to get to work at least. No one but a messy room. You hear an electronic voice welcoming you, sync up with the ship and yet, you are unable to contact anything or anyone. This is beyond not caring.
Hammond, the crew leader loses his temper. He want's to know what's the real damage here and so sends you get a report on the vessel's function on a monitor room just a few steps away. To be honest, it would be a relieve to know what the hell is going on once and for all and in just a moment you regret knowing as almost half of the sensors on the ship beeps telling you it's quickly falling appart.
The alarm buzz. Biohazard? The sound of metal being stomped on by something heavy, muscular keeps you on your toes as screams of confusion fill the feed. Then the screams become something more: Desperation. Fear of death and is staining you as well. Something yells. A beast. And you would know. There's nothing like that in outer space. The deafening silence is now replaced with the pulse rifles shooting at something you can't see from the monitor room but then it creeps from behind of one of your friends.
You would hope it's just some beast, a dog, a bear, but it's something human, with boneblades piercing through it's extremities so stretched, deformed, you don't know how to refer about it. It happens so fast you can't even speak; Stabs your frent right in front of you beside the security mirror and you can see his face in cold terror as life abandons him and the creature just disposes of him by launching his body on the floor. You can't think, but you feel. it's only interested in killing everything on it's path.
You just know you are next, your friends have rifles. What do you have? You have to run. Your concern for your friends dim to nothing as you find the way through the halls ecoing with your steps and haunting screams of creatures that fall from the ceiling using the air ducts as hunting scheme. They pierce through doors, walls, screaming for your blood and your body moves by itself avoiding, looking for a safe place. Fucking finally, an elevator.
You launch in going whenever as long is not there. It's a 3x3 elevator. You never liked them so much but now it feels like it's a piece of fucking heaven at least until a creature uses it's blades to open the doors wide open, yells at you while you taste the cold possesing your body with the deafening sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The automated doors closes again with force, piercing the creature in half and bathing your suit and your helmet with red, bright blood. You breathe as if you where below water.
Your heart goes yet too fast as the elevator keeps going and you wish it never ends. But it does. You just know they are on your track. You come out silently and you notice it's an engineering zone. You thank your own unconscious senses to leading you always home. Tools. They can fix almost anything, and you have an idea on what you need.
You see a plasma cutter. Conveniently fashion as a gun, it shoots tiles of plasma for cutting metal. For once, you are not thinking about fixing a metal obsctruction, but rather a very fleshly one. Your body is so filled with adrenaline that the dread of the words "CUT OFF THEIR LIMBS" Writted with blood on the wall feels more like an instruction than fear. Now you have something to work with and you feel you can make an stand even if last. You can hear voices, human, in the distance. While you grab all the supplies you can you quickly move towards the sound and open the door that identifies you only to witness yet another human being slaughtered by a creature, fiercely stabbed to death.
You shoot. Surgically you remove the daunting blades with the cracking sound of bone and tissure letting the beam through. After that you just don't care. You keep shooting until there's nothing but a beating pulp of blood and then you stomp on it with your gravitation boots for good measure, feeling ribs and crackling bones become nothing but rubble.
You want to cry but you can't. you just know you can't. As your senses widen, you stare at the poor bastard crew member's face, tainted with blood. You want to go back with your team but there where so many of these creatures out there. Are they even alive?
There's only one way to find out!
Explore the USG Ishimura and find the cause of all the horror that lies ahead. Face the terror, the madness, the strange cult that worships these creatures and the daunting object responsible of the whole monstrous vision. But have all your wits about you... because at some point you won't know of you are still yourself, or something more.
Dead space remake launches you with the stories of crew members who had hopes, love, and yet horrible fates. With fascinating sci-fi mechanics you will take satisfaction on making clear more and more to these fucking creatures that you won't back down. Nicole... Nicole... are you there? You will wonder. If she's somewhere in the middle of all this mess she is going to need you.
So wait no more! Dwelve in the deep space loneliness horror and take on the challengue of survival and develop your courage. Who knows. You might need it in real life someday.
Screenshots from youtube source above.
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