Where we give new meaning to "forever alone" - Let's Play Lone Survivor!

Well.

Hi.

My name is...



Used to know how long I'd been here. But now...

...now I've got no idea.



Holed up here here, the sound of those things outside...



It's all that I hear.



Just me. The...

(Please note: we'll be alone in facing whatever confronts us. No guides. No spoilers. Just us, blind and alone.

I have no idea what is to come. I have no idea who, what, or if we'll ever find someone. Or if we'll bring "forever alone" to new heights.

I never trusted those fortune-tellers anyway.)

(Also: a big thank you to Mitchi for gifting this game. Thank you for reminding us that no matter what ending we get, we're not forever alone.)

Can't go on like this much longer. Almost out of supplies...



...I've got to find them. If nothing else... I...

How long have we been standing here? Not these thoughts again. This'll be the death of us sooner or later.

We need to keep moving.



We don't want to linger here. It isn't safe.

Some idiot's gone and graffitied the walls with an ugly boxed "x". Hooligans.

I don't want to sit down here. Call it gut instinct, but it feels unsafe.



But the coffee... it's gotta be safe. I can just barely identify it.



Have you seen our eyes?

Of course you haven't. We've barely been able to keep them open wider than a slit.

There is no morning in a post-apocalyptic world. There's only the hope of tomorrow. And if I want to reach it...

There's not much, but what is there is...

Lovely.



The HELL



Damn.

This is why I shouldn't drink unlabeled beverages.

...it was a triple shot, wasn't it?

This looks so interesting./stare

I like how MC is drinking a random cup of coffee and completely ignoring the strange box person.

In spite of the (triple-shot) espresso, you wouldn't be able to see my eyes in this darkness. I certainly couldn't see yours.

But we don't need eyes to hear the moaning growing louder... louder...



...no trouble seeing it now.

Shit.

It's one of them. But I don't think it can see me. If I can just sneak past it where the wall's a bit thinner...




...there's barely enough room, but that's okay. It's not like my belly's sticking out into its path.

I haven't had to worry about weight loss since the outbreak started.

A friendly mound of pink jelly! Let's be pals.

As soon as it passes by, I'm gone.



I've got a cloth mask, a raggedy shirt, and bags under my eyes I could trip over. It's got fuckin' lightning pulsating around it.

Doesn't take a genius to



I thought we'd started in a forest.

...have these been here all this time? Just what the hell is hiding behind them?



Well I haven't become the lone survivor without taking a few risks.

Wait, that's not a ridiculously huge grin? I guess it being a cloth mask makes more sense, but the thought of this wide, mentally unstable looking grin left on the MC is inherently entertaining.

Thankfully, as long as the monsters continue to lack peripheral vision and/or the ability to turn their heads, you should be just fine!

I guess you're not the only one doing this blind, Ozzo-chan. ;)

What you didn't see was the monster ineffectually swiping just in front of my face.

Unfortunately monsters can only turn 180 degrees (and nothing in-between!), so it couldn't taste-test my head.

I love the mood the game is setting!

I missed you, Ozzo <3
Looks like an interesting game... Just the right amount of creepy.

Thanks, Umazes. Missed you all too. <3

It's nice and soothing to do an LP again. At least, as soothing as it ever is in-between all the romancing.

EDIT: For the next three and a half hours, Lone Survivor is 50% off on Steam ($4.99). If you want to play along, or if you simply wish to play it another time, this is a good time as any to pick it up.

Did the curtain close behind me? This is a theater? Am I one in a cast?



I'm not alone.



But she doesn't respond. It's like the curtains I came through swallowed me up again.



I reach out tentatively. What's so important that she's clutching it as though



as though it was her only tether to this world.

It's a pocket flashlight. It fits perfectly into my shirt pocket -- or what's left of it.

It's still pitch dark here. The only light I've seen so far has come from dubious drinks and Tesla Jellies.





SHIT HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN



...it was all a dream?

Is this how it all begins?

W-What's going on?
...
This is going to be one of those games that completely messes with my mind, isn't it.

Is this the real life. Or is this just fantasy. Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality. Open your eyes and see.

Ugh, my head. It's pounding. And not a drop to drink.



Just as bad as the days. There's never a break. If I ever needed a kitkat...



...but at least I have someone more reliable. Someone's who's stuck by me longer than I care to remember. Someone who lights me up even in my darkest moments.



Flashlight-kun.

It's tempting to lay about in bed, forgetting my past life. Even if I'm awake...



As I get up I accidentally kick something, hearing it skitter across the floor.



I ought to be more careful with my drugs. They were scarce enough before the outbreak.

C'mon, Mr. Green, you can join Flashlight-kun in my shirt pocket.

Every morning I turn on my radio.

Call it a ritual. At least it lets me know I'm not completely alone.





There's always static, and the message was garbled. But it's a start. It's somewhere to go looking.

As tempting as it is, try and keep your sanity! Talking to all of your objects will only increase the pain when you have to use them and they're gone.

Well Flashlight-Kun won't abandon us Umazes

Their shoes and coats still hang in the hallway. Nothing mine to take.



Nothing but a lone battery. (Not so lonely anymore, are ya?)

Every morning, the same dirty face stares back at me.



Except, today...




For now, at least. I'm here on borrowed time.

No air-conditioning. Barely any ventilation. The stench is just awful.



It's beyond human consumption now, but the Tesla Jellies might find it palatable.

At least the Atkin's diet is useful for something.

My bag's bulging now: between the front door key, the diary page, and the rotting... bait... I barely have enough room for my most important find.

(This seems like a cheery place to take a break. The scary world will have to wait. Wait for what, you ask?

For our plushie's christening, of course! Taking suggestions now for our adorable friend's name.)

CATSON. /shot

Lord Purrnyan.
Or Master Meow.

Actually Catson is an amazing name, Umazes

Ozzo dear, I love you. Just letting you know that I'm gonna hang out NOT here till I finish CP since well hell you already know why.

Also name the plushie Fenix. Do it.

Master Meow

It's like someone printed out all the angst they could from Facebook.




My three best weapons are a light source, a set of keys, and rotting meat. I'm fucked.



Who lived here?



...you sick fuck.

I sleep that night without the terrors returning. Not that the day is much better anymore.



Got to face this, though. Can't stay cooped up in here. All I have left is rotten meat.

I can hear them.

I shut the door as silently as I can, but I don't even feel safe in my room anymore.



Some soul from a kinder world left a map upon the wall. It's mine now, as well as the letter that came with it.



Your wisdom overwhelms me. You must be the hooligan loitering around the hallway.



Scrounging for scraps.



Naked.

Draco left quite the impression on the other tenants.




Lost his mansion, forced to rent with Muggles...




I'm surprised it's only violence.

Now that I'm out, I just want to huddle back up in bed.

But I can't. Not the least because of the Jelly between me and my room.



I was hoping for some lighting.

I just hope my flashlight doesn't run out of juice bef

I can feel the walls of my stomach rattling together. It hasn't come to the bait yet.

But it might. I can't keep walking through this hole forever.



...why do the walls look so fleshy?



Just where the hell am I?!



Don't dwell on it now -- HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?

I'm completely lost. And I can't find the Jelly.



But I'm out! That's all that matters.



Not before I take the squid under here though. Seems like the Jellies haven't gotten their hands on this yet.