It was a very bright high resolution day with a peaceful slow sunshine down in the valley. A pressure in the air, dense soft seconds into hours of waiting invisible standing... one could imagine a world of silence where nothing really happens as time spins around the shaders and frames. It is the Day of the Tentacle when one has imagined to sit down and contemplate the silent remains of nature itself. Those short journeys in the search of that center. Those experiences without words eventually led by a sharp and pure interest.

This is the file left by Kris Kubasik in the site of impact long before the Great Erasing Day: " machine quickly sizes the area, prompting me to dispatch an elite team of Special Forces Operatives on a fake rescue misson. I say no ! During the Shredding, the true nature of the artifact quickly emerges, pointing to the existance of several disturbing corporate entities on Earth, and ultimately the trigger for a massive-scale bewildering invasion. The battle to save earth begins as a flesh freezes the tropics into a gostly white frozen landscape, a nameless land... The area in which the disasters have turned into a barren wilderness, filled with artifacts-hunting characters and vicious mutants. As you wander the land in search of items and people on your objectives you´ll find out you are absolutely alone. Silent is around like a company that whispers low and calm. You can listen to your own heartbeat, you breath deep, you wish then there was someone there or at least some far very low rumor which would warm you enought."

It is the crisis of the self, a shock imposed by our own biology (now that things have lost their common sense, contemplation holds us toghether) It is the shift of time which leads us to the homeless guide, the emptyness of dead rooms in space.



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