![]() ![]() My character jumped and dropped his torch. With a flashlight in hand, I wandered out of the cutting room and back into the hallway and then there was a shriek that sounded like a get getting yeeted. Very technical stuff, and it made me feel smarter than I actually am. I continued following the guide, taking out pieces of Tobey, examining them, cutting them, and even withdrawing some fluids to examine in the centrifuge. It wasn’t as horrific as I thought it would be, which I am grateful for, but it was still a little uncomfortable. Still, I followed the instructions and carved through the flesh, and then pulled back Tobey’s chest to expose all of his wonderful innards. It’s one thing to shoot a masked baddie in Call of Duty, but to cut open a life-like human facsimile? That’s different, and a bit close to home. Then I was told to take the scalpel and open his torso. This was the easy part and my lunch was holding steady in my stomach. You have to ask his innards and see what they say. That’s Tobey’s story, but how did he end up on the slab? You can’t ask him. The local arsehole kids sometimes bullied him, but he didn’t cause much trouble, aside from begging outside the gas station and offering to wash cars to make some cash to feed his addiction. The poor guy was down on his luck and had turned to the drink. He was known around town as a homeless boozer whose wife had run away years ago. First, a quick look at the police file to learn the circumstances of the victim’s demise. ![]() He essentially guided me through the actions required to perform the autopsy. The meat locker? Cold storage? Do I sound cool yet?Ī quick set up of a camera, minus the ring light and OnlyFans login, and it’s time to see what the poor bugger on the table died of. That’s what I assume autopsy veterans call it. After a quick mooch around it’s time to grab the video camera (the game takes place in the early 90s) and get to work in the butcher’s room. I call them ‘goosey peas’ because it makes them less associated with being terrified.Īnyway, the game begins with your character, Jack, in his office. And if you’re wondering what goosey peas are – they’re goose pimples. Actually, it might be, but from the 30-minute demo I played, that wasn’t the vibe I got as the goosey p’s ran up my arms and stuck the hairs on the back of my neck on end. And no, it’s not a cutesy rom-com deal where the lonely 30-something who only hangs out with dead people suddenly finds love with their neighbour. Unlike, say, Bus Simulator or Lawn Mowing Simulator, Autopsy Simulator seems to have a story of sorts. ![]()
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