So far, so Outlast, but Outlast 2 manages a few departures. And, this being a sequel to Outlast, you’re probably going to wind up being mutilated, covered in gore, or both. In short: you’re going to do a lot of running and a lot of hiding, because a lot of insane people want you dead. One helicopter crash later, and the pair are thrust into a hell of apocalyptic religious cultists and murderous heretics, all of whom believe that this pair of outsiders are related to their crazed prophecies. Outlast 2 dispenses with the first game’s setting of a decrepit asylum overrun by murderous inmates and moves us instead to rural Arizona, where an investigative journalist and her husband – the latter being the player character – are trying to figure out what the hell happened to a mysterious murder victim. This isn’t the sort of Christianity based on forgiveness and turning the other cheek.Īlright, enough whinging. Yes, let’s make the person who’s scared of everything play the horror games. You can tell which bit it is because I make a strangled cry that sounds sort of like a duck being shoved into a dishwasher. If proof is required, go to our YouTube channel and watch the four videos made when I suffered through it for this very site part-way through the third, I was genuinely terrified.

Those words were “Your Outlast 2 review code is ready”, which are seven words that – on a scale of one to shitting myself – rank somewhere up there with seven like “That spider on your shoulder is huge.”

“I love you”, for instance, or its antithesis of “Maybe we should see other people.” I’m rambling about words because my Outlast 2 experience started with just that: words causing a visceral, intense reaction. You can bridge worlds or evoke memories you can create a maelstrom of thought and emotion. With just a few simple syllables, you can convey an entire wealth of meanings.