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♪ dramatic music

Electromagnetic pulse bomb.

Fries every electrical circuit.

Fries people's heads.

In a total lockdown,

which character will you play?

Will it be '‘Germaphobic Cole'?

Or '‘Psychopath Fitch'?

Or will you chose me?

I'm '‘Alice'. My syndrome is '‘Wonderland'.

It's my one edge, against the '‘monsters'.

Games in the box! Jaz, it's done!

You should feel proud of yourself.

You think he's satisfied?

Ja, with himself!

They made me a producer.

So these days, all I do is herd goats.

Even if it's over a cliff?

Eddie Coetze. Still playing games.

You made too many compromises.

Spoken like a true gamer.

I made some suggestions.

We're getting love-letters from Eddie now?

It's more notes.

From the security guy?

You've seen those rubber-bands at his wrists.

He's a package wrapped way too tight.

♪ sinister music

What the hell was that?

Something's wrong with Martin.

Martin, can you breathe?

It's got to be a power-surge?

Are you gonna make it, Marty?

We are getting him out of here!

Oh, boy! Trouble's coming!

More tremors? Like an after-shock?

Exactly like.

And it's back!

Aah!

In case of an emergency,

move calmly towards the exits.

But what if there are no exits?

Help!

Someone decided we should play this game for real.

'‘The Janitor' is here.

Follow Him. He will save you all.

♪ dramtic music ends

We need to get the fuck out of here!

Aah!

What are you doing?

Getting out of here!

-Come on, let's go. -No, I don't feel bad.

Sibile, trust me, we have to go now, ok!

Look...

Maybe it's not as bad as it seems.

Now where's the fun in that, huh?

We just swapped smoke and fumes for

mold and spores and rat-shit.

Which is the least of our problems.

This mean building hated us, even before the pulse.

And now...

'Mean' just turned malicious.

♪ dark music

I'm telling you, it's not safe in here!

You listen here, pumpkin!

We're not safe in here, from anyone...

including ourselves!

And '‘The Janitor'!

Hello!

Anyone?

Hello!

Is anybody there!

Bleating sheep.

In need of direction.

You got a plan, Dom?

Yes...

Save us all.

Great plan.

Only I got bad history with '‘shepherd-types'.

Turned out more of a wolf.

♪ menacing music

What are you looking at?

Shadows.

They're not mine.

Move on!

Please! Help me!

There's still so much to do, Thabo...

I need water!

Yeah!

Sure. A '‘Power-up'.

Regeneration.

There's a dispenser below us.

The first thing we need... is water.

I just said that!

There's a dispenser below us.

I just said that.

And the dispensers, like you,

are his responsibility.

Why's he talking in '‘third-person'?

Well, maybe that's the only person left.

Someone's coming.

Visitors.

There's just so much to do.

♪

Frank!

It's a message...

From God.

What the hell was that?

Great rendering.

Well, it sounds to me, like it's better down there...

than it is up here.

You coming?

Aah!

All this time and we finally made it

to the other side of the door.

Fuckin' great!

Someone took the fire axe.

Someone took the water.

What?

Rynette?

My God!

What has it done to everyone?

Well... I can't work with a headache.

I know how that feels, Rynette.

It was so long...

The weight!

And who's got time for the hairdressers, huh.

I'm so busy...

It's way more practical.

Oh, and it suits.

Do you like it!

Umh!

Madness!

Got to be a '‘Relentless Stalker'!

The nemesis in the vents!

It's a given!

Eddie?

He's up there... Right behind us!

Format's tired, sure.

But in '‘survival-horror, it's a staple.

And I'm here to refresh it!

Your nemesis has got heart.

And he's talking to us.

You know Eddie?

Yeah, the creepy guy!

The Security guy who ain't so secure!

Ssh, ssh!

A fuckin' peeping Tom!

He's coming!

And I don't think we want that.

He was already a little strange even before things got... crazy.

I mean, who knows what he's like now.

Come with us...

No, I can't.

You've got to!

We don't know what that thing's done to him.

And none of that sounds like it was any good.

Have you seen his arms?

He hurts himself.

He might want to hurt us.

Or you!

I'll be fine.

Like bugs in the game.

Mistakes get made.

They gotta be cleared! Gotta crunch those bugs!

You... you're the bugs in your own game!

What does that mean?

Trouble! Like there isn't enough.

It means he's coming here.

For us!

Maybe for you.

We gotta move!

You guys are just being paranoid.

-Of course... there's Thabo.

Can't speak for him, but,

he's terribly agitated.

Actually...

Thabo's the one with the axe.

♪ face paced music

It's my water.

I need it.

Our man with a plan.

Casually approaching the guy with the axe.

Genius.

I'm going...

'‘The Janitor' will save her.

No! No! No!

She says she isn't coming.

She says she isn't coming!

We tried. Okay?

But right now, you don't get to save anyone else, but us.

Power-ups?

This is no time for make-up.

We're not following that guy with an axe.

Eddie's coming.

His issue's with us. '‘Us' includes you!...

So I'm betting our company's better than his. Right?

The building, the people.

People's heads!

An EMP will do that.

Yeah, but look at us!

We're still functioning.

I mean...

Poorly, perhaps, but we haven't lost it completely.

Not yet!

Yeah, but why not?

Who the hell cares?

It gives us an advantage.

You don't care!

A psychopath is always a psychopath.

For you, life was always just a game.

And now it's full of monsters!

Look at him! He loves it!

It's a bunch of nerds.

Social inadequates.

The last of the post-production '‘cellar-dwellers',

working out of hours.

How fucking dangerous can that be?

You missed! Motherfucker!

♪ racing music

Oh no!

Ah!

I can hear you!

Talking about me!

'‘The Janitor' will talk to her.

Ask him to join us.

To share the water.

Thabo's not comfortable with that idea, Dom.

Stop...

following me!

It's my water.

I need it.

You can't have it!

Aah!

You stole Rynette's hair spray?

You reckon she wanted more hairspray?

I left her with the scissors...

It looks like she wanted the scissors!

So this is what we've got!

Ignore the grill!

Take the off-shoot!

What '‘off-shoot'? I don't see it.

I see it! It's down there!

What about the water?

Who cares! Take the off-shoot!

Take me!

Nice hair!

Hello, Eddie.

Just trying something new.

Those guys...

They seem very unsure of you.

I'm not taken seriously enough.

Mm...

But you can help with that.

I told them!

And I'm telling you...

I am not leaving!

Exactly that!

So '‘Wonderland' shows the way.

And with real game-play potential...

You may have the one syndrome in the place,

actually lookin' out for its host.

It did help.

Fuckin' amazing survival-mechanism, Sweetheart!

Oh, I'm stickin' with you, kid.

Mwah!

When it's all about atmosphere.

Gently rising tempo...

You go all '‘slash-happy' at my players.

Don't you know...

the antagonist never hurls himself straight off against

the protagonist? But then again,

you're not the antagonist, are you?

Here, hold this.

Aah!

Who the hell was that?

Was that Thabo?

'‘The Janitor' could have saved him.

I think Eddie found Thabo!

Thabo's the one with the axe.

Maybe he found Eddie?

Either way, everyone's freaking out, everywhere.

Maybe they are, but we're still in check.

We're still being rational.

Eh! We think we are!

'‘The Janitor' will have have his day.

'‘The Janitor', who thinks he's Superman?

How rational is that?

The pulse '‘prodded' us all.

That's clear...

But how badly?

It's bad!

Really bad.

The importance of story.

And environment.

♪ dramatic music

Maybe, maybe some of us stayed more sane than others.

'‘Cause we were in our own rooms.

Us in the office.

Eddie, listening in from the Monitor Room.

'‘The Janitor' in the store-room.

Yeah!

Conducting, metal-lined boxes.

I saw the mesh beneath the plaster,

when the pulse hit...

Maybe it worked like a Faraday cage?

Boxes that took most of the pulse around

rather than through us,

stopping the worst of it from climbing into our heads.

But still, I know them.

We spent months together,

exploring each other's psyches for the game.

With them I can likely guess at what's coming my way.

With you?

I can't.

I don't know you, Dominic Boyd.

I don't know you... at all.

And I need to...

if we're going to keep you.

So, if you're going to be our hero?

-Yes. -I need more!

'‘The Janitor' can help.

I've made bad decisions before.

Look, I just want to help.

Just let him prove it to you.

Seems you can also slip in and out

of the third person narrative when it suits.

He does that. Sometimes.

He's also mysterious.

-So don't fall in love with him.

With you?

-Oh, it could happen! -Ah.

You could be tempted.

It's understandable.

In a highly-charged situation like this...

Yeah, sure.

Elevated psychosis can lead to inappropriate intimacy.

Anything is possible.

People lose their inhibitions, hm?

So you just a narcissistic, self-centered...

Anything might happen.

Yeah.

Sure.

Who knows?

I got you, Dom.

Messianic. Grandiose.

You're probably some bovine idiot, who could really fuck us up!

But, you're benign.

It's a start.

This place...

oozes like a festering boil.

There's a cancer in its lungs...

We're breathing it in.

I can't go on in here.

I won't.

Errol!

It's Caspar.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Hey!

Hey!

Stay sharp!

As a knife, Sweetheart.

Help Caspar.

Sure thing.

Now-now, don't you go all fuckin' '‘Rynette' on me, okay.

Huh-ah!

Don't you worry.

Remember...

I am right behind you.

It's getting warmer in here.

It's getting hot.

And it fucking stinks.

You seen this dead shit underfoot?

Stop it.

Dead-shit. A lot of dead shit!

I'm not looking, alright?

Aah!

Jump-scare, Pumpkin?

It's Abraham.

Death suits him.

Come on!

It's quite a look!

Those have got to be Eddie's notes.

They can't be. He's behind us!

The scissors?

Are Rynette's.

So is this...

they're hers.

These are definitely Eddie's notes.

The same Eddie who was behind us in the vents.

And who is now in front..

How did he do that?

You sure they're hers?

I don't know, Dom.

Maybe I'm imagining it!

Or maybe it's '‘cause I rememberr swinging them at you!

As long as you're sure.

Eddie left this here.

He's telling us he's here.

He's in control.

He comes and goes when he wants,

he kills who he wants,

and he'll kill when he wants.

Eddie Coetze didn't kill Abraham.

It was the monoxide.

Toxic fumes?

Killer-Fog!

That's what we named it in the Game.

Look at him...

There is foam on his lips, and his nose.

Yeah, I can see that!

That's how we wrote it.

So not just a '‘Janitor-thing', then?

Errol?

What are you doing?

User-interface in real-time...

No pausing the game.

No pulling the player out.

Total immersion in the game...

Of course, if I pick that up, I know I get attacked

straight by some whacko.

You want a piece of me?

Come and get it!

Ooh...

Argh...

Ummgh...

You killed me?

I need you.

We need you. Right here.

Don't you worry, Sweetheart!

I'll be there when the credits roll.

What is that?

They've been cooked!

Monoxide ignites at a naked flame.

The explosion...

Ground Zero.

Gasses all burned up.

There we go...

Killer-fog's gone, Pumpkin.

Nothing to worry about.

Just us folks.

I'm creating the wind.

Because everybody knows the wind keeps the fog at bay.

And the fog is coming back.

Do you hear the modulating white-to-pink noise?

The fog's gone.

Down the building.

It's coming back...

I suppose I should filter.

Automate the cut-off frequency. The resonance...

But then, the digital methods are somewhat static.

And no longer optional.

Besides, I prefer the bicycle method.

How do you know it's coming back?

The fog?

I can hear it.

I can hear the fog in te old pipes.

How did Eddie Coetze get in front of us?

To the Foley-pit... The old showers. Great acoustics.

Fog, and flame...

Brief vacuum.

What isn't vaporized, blows both ways.

Till it stalls.

Till it comes right back.

Both ways!

No!

Be gentle!

Just how did Eddie Coetze get up-front?

Some other time, Dom.

It's getting cold. Do you feel it?

Sound matters!

Matters a lot!

Sound enhances the story.

Puts the players firmly in an environment...

Environment is the story.

The Fog!

It's dropping with the cold outside air.

It's coming our way!

I got it.

'‘The Janitor's' got the answer!

Eddie Coetze's got a key!

Run!

It's how he got in front of us.

Dom!

Eddie Coetze's got a master-key!

Run!

Players should relate to,

interact with their environment.

Immersion's the key.

In the environment.

In the images.

In the sounds!

And great acoustics!

♪ fast paced music

Best is in the dark...

With sounds that let the players

create their own visuals.

Their own monsters...

Build them in their own heads.

The dark... is always the worst.

I don't want to die.

Who's there?

Who is that?

Umm. Who is that?

And who else would it be, Dominic?

Julia?

I didn't expect to see you.

Do I need to make an appointment?

Umm, oh, Dominic!

After everything we've been through.

The fog... it's gone!

But never your cloying a of self-pity. Am I right?

Have I ever told you this hurts me more than it hurts you?

Yes, you have, lots of times.

For what good it did?

For what good you were.

I always did my best!

Um, never added up to much,

just promises, never quite delivered.

You always let me down.

I won't let them down.

I'm saving them, you'll see.

More promises?

'‘I'm sorry'.

Is that what you wanted me to say, hm?

I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused.

Sorry that I pushed you?

I'm sorry that I had to tell you the hard truths.

You'll see.

This time, you'll see.

Um, so much time...

So much wasted time!

I can lead us all out.

Lead? You?

Who do you think you are, hmm?

Oh! I know!

Someone that never could live up to expectations.

Finally made it all the way to mediocrity.

There's no one else.

Oh yes, there is.

Of course there is.

And you know who!

You know!

Eddie.

♪ Eddie

I want a complete loss of control.

Complete disempowerment!

That isn't right.

I said the bread and read the shed

that the shed at the head of the bead

the shed was red, just like the bread...

Just the one question!

Who's the woman in the deep-end?