It's armed with a night-vision mode that is all but required for exploration, plus a scoped microphone that lets you pinpoint an unseen enemy's rough location (helpfully, Temple Gate's resident maniacs are fond of muttering to themselves as they blunder about). It's two damsel-in-distress quests for the price of one, and in both cases you can expect to be repeatedly tantalised with the sound and sight of your quarry's suffering - in keeping with the infantile notion that the absolute worst thing you can do to a Guy is pilfer His Woman and make her squeal.Īs with the first game, Outlast 2's signature mechanic - and probably best trick - is your handicam. When not hiding in cupboards or rattling door handles, you'll also experience flashbacks to Blake's childhood, wandering around a deserted school in search of his old friend Jessica, while contending with things like blood-filled toilets and smoking, skinless phantoms. Temple Gate's apocalypse cult has its own homegrown prophet, Sullivan Knoth, author of a profanity-riddled testament you can piece together as you explore. So begins a 6-10 hour nocturnal struggle to reclaim your spouse, a trek that boils down to sneaking past mucky, scripture-quoting bumpkins or running obstacle courses with said bumpkins in hot pursuit. On regaining consciousness, he discovers that Lynn has been kidnapped by the folk of Temple's Gate, a wayward and highly unhygienic Christian sect who are convinced she's about to give birth to the apocalypse. Blake and his wife Lynn are investigating a murder in rural Arizona when their helicopter crash-lands, as helicopters do. The aforesaid dopey white knight is Blake Langermann, a photojournalist whose devotion to the craft is such that he'd rather film people than fend them off while they're killing him.
The new Outlast has its moments as a horror game, thanks to some neat perception dynamics, but it's exceptionally short on subtlety or charm. The quintessential feminine symbol, it's by turns an apt and awkward thematic device for a story that is saturated with casual misogyny, in which women exist largely to be bagged, brutalised and served up as bait to yet another of gaming's dopey white knights.
#OUTLAST 2 RAPE FULL#
Well, I guess I had someone in this hell hole who didn't want to kill me.You'll spend much of Outlast 2 navigating by the glare of a full moon, whose light gradually shifts, in what could be a nod to Bloodborne, from chilly blue through malevolent orange to a ghastly, climatic red. I walked away, the taste of her tongue still lingering. I got up, speechless, trying to understand what the fuck just happened. She got up off my chest and walked away out of sight. She didn't move off my chest, not before pressing her broad forehead on mine again, saying in a sexy, husky, growly tone "We will continue this later." Her hot breath now smelled more sweet, due to her saliva having just came out of her mouth. She finally started pulling up as I gasped for air.
Her saliva mercilessly smothered every aspect of my mouth. Eventually, she pulled away, but not before using her hand to lightly push my head down and slowly drag her tongue across my teeth and gums, then across my lips. I couldn't breath, since her long, sweet tasting tongue was so far down my throat. She licked ferociously around my teeth and gums, even resting her tongue on mine, her saliva smothering my mouth. The kiss felt hungry, her tongue aggressively forcing its way in my mouth, her mouth tasting sweet. Before I even had the opportunity to say anything, she pressed her hot, surprisingly soft lips against mine. She was breathing heaviliy, causing her hot breath to assault my face continously, its rank smell invading my nostrils. She leaned even farther forward, pressing her broad forehead on mine.
She got down on her knees, straddling me.
#OUTLAST 2 RAPE SKIN#
Her arms came up, pressing mine down, lowering the sleeves so the skin of her arms could press down on mine. To the point I could see every hair on her face. She put her ax down and lowered herself down, making her face.very, very close to mine. I was expecting to die, but she.wasn't killing me. Panicking, I got up, but before I even got up, she grabbed me by the throat and threw me to the ground. I'd replaced the battery earlier, so the battery life was at full. I quickly crouched behind a wall, getting on my stomach and taking out my camera. "Jesus, woman, do you ever quit?" i said. Marta was her name, if I'd remembered correctly. I saw a woman with a gigantic ax slowly walking towards me. But what? I walked forward, then started hearing.whispering of some kind. Wait a minute.whatever's down here is far worse than them. I had no idea why they weren't following me. I had just escaped those fucking christians by sliding down a hill.