Screenshot / The Rite
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04-December 15
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Legend of the Loch
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I squelch my way through the damp soil atop the headland, fleeing the old farmer undoubtedly still behind me with his gun. I am beginning to understand that the denizens of the Loch are more than just "a mote unfriendly," and with what I can only presume to be one dead German hiker behind me I can only wonder what has become of the other - and what might become of me, should I continue to run blindly into the oppressive darkening fog.
The answer is not long in coming.
All at once, I come upon a crag jutting up in my path, and as I clamber up the face of it I hear a withering screech from beyond its crest. Peeking slowly over the rock face, I am horrified to discover the other German at the center of some kind of ritual. Hooded figures sway slowly around the perimeter of a glowing, circular cavity in the rocks, impossible to see from the Loch below. There is a horrific shrieking coming from within. I think it can't possibly be the German making the noise, but I am no longer particularly confident in my own judgements. My head swims with the adrenaline of running and I find it hard to look any closer, as though some outer energy is pushing my eyes - my mind - away from the scene. -
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Can we just talk about this? This looks insane. Well done.
I preferred it when it was more subtle. still cool though.