Having played in this order: Man of Medan > House of Ashes > Little Hope, this felt the weakest of the three. The technical quality bar is still pretty high, but it adds little to nothing in terms of gameplay compared to the first entry, the only main difference actually being a step backwards (quick time events having warnings long beforehand make the otherwise tense situations extremely easy).

We found the plot resolution quite unsatisfying, almost felt cheated. Other than that it's another enjoyable party game.

with the exception of some dialogs (mostly at the beginning of the game) that don't make much sense, i enjoyed it.
graphics are good, history is good


SPOILER (kinda):
the only character that i did not have nothing against during the hole game was Andrew. John and Angela are SO fucking annoying, Taylor keeps being a bitch for a good portion of the game and Daniel is an ass during the prologue.

A definite improvement over Supermassive Games' previous entry in The Dark Pictures Anthology, Little Hope continues to offer a decent blend of choose-your-own-adventure excitement with heart-stopping horror wrapped up in a janky, unoptimized bow. Narratively, I wasn't as distracted by the baffling decisions characters made when I wasn't in control of them, and it also gives Until Dawn a run for its money in terms of satisfying conclusions. But again, the game lacks the polish and prestige of their PlayStation-exclusive spook-show, leaving it in the weird middle-ground of AA titles from days of yore. Apparently Ashley Tisdale is the star of the next installment, so maybe they can put some more money towards animating the character models in a way that doesn't evoke the terror of a bad marionette show.

Shortly after I graduated from high school, I had made the executive decision to implement a "gap year" in my linear life before entering college. During this year, I had to fill down time with sporadic decisions, woefully, in order to get the water in the mill of my mind turning. Often, I would peruse my neighborhood around midnight, moving various thoughts shooting around in my head from my mouth to a field recorder. Simple fleeting synapses of my brain remembering fonder times or merely speaking to break the silence (as I had less respect for such an absence at the time). I no longer have these recordings, but to this day, the only recollection in my mental possession of those jaunts was walking the exact path I had taken almost every day for years to get to the bus stop for school. Said route is now paired with the best & worst instances of being in high school, but one of history nonetheless. I still live in this neighborhood, & I remember the exact path to this day. Turn left from my house, then left at the end of the street, turn right, then an immediate left, then another right to arrive at my destination. Occasionally, I include this forsaken yet back-of-my-hand "bus route" as part of bike rides on my own volition, as to prove to myself that my life finally has the breadth to no longer be linear.

If you had any doubts that Silent Hill 2 is thee most inspiration horror game of all time, look no further.