Missed the pants-wetting experience of P.T. when it was available on the PS4? Well, if you don't mind a 1GB download, you can experience for the first time (or again, if you have the colonic fortitude), in this almost-complete recreation, made from data-mined assets.
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We all died a little inside when Lilith's Allison Road was jettisoned into the aether. The reasons behind the decision were to be revealed at a later date, with said date turning out to be "now". Though you'll find little solace in the answer.
I'm walking through a damp, dingy corridor and somewhere a woman is crying. The sound makes me nervous but I can't quite figure out why. And then she appears -- a female figure, disfigured and indistinct, twitching in a way no human being moves. I stare for one second too long and then she has me -- she's in my face, attacking, ripping and tearing my flesh as the screen fades to black. But I'm not playing P.T.
Hold on a second. Hold on a good goddamn second. When did this happen? Did I miss a memo? Where was the bloody Calendar invite?
How was I supposed to prepare myself. How was I to steel myself against the possible noises I would make, the bodily fluids I might excrete? Had I known this day was going to come I would have at the very least invested in a solid pair of rubber pants.
How was I to know that video games would suddenly become scary again?