Organic life as we know it no longer exists.
The robot marches down cold metal corridors, an abstraction fueling its imperative to maim the maze's residents. Screams and fluids and the clatter of lead fill the halls, sonic companions to its 267bpm Core, threatening to Break the quantifiable limits of its own medium.
Twisted anatomy is reduced to a fine red paste with machine efficiency, its crimson cascade a nourishing reprieve for the automaton. Their demise is merely an overture to the sanguine opera to come, for they are legion.
All of this informs its diegesis, which is to say,
MANKIND IS DEAD
BLOOD IS FUEL
HELL IS FULL.
"ULTRAKILL" (the word, not the game) is a microcosm of itself, a singularity of simulated violence that refuses to be spelled any other way than fully capitalized. It is effortless in its totality, the sum of my words a mere approximation of its true glory. The best thing I can say about ULTRAKILL is that it is ULTRAKILL- brutal, uncompromised, glorious, gratuitous, beautiful.
It belongs in the dictionary.
The robot marches down cold metal corridors, an abstraction fueling its imperative to maim the maze's residents. Screams and fluids and the clatter of lead fill the halls, sonic companions to its 267bpm Core, threatening to Break the quantifiable limits of its own medium.
Twisted anatomy is reduced to a fine red paste with machine efficiency, its crimson cascade a nourishing reprieve for the automaton. Their demise is merely an overture to the sanguine opera to come, for they are legion.
All of this informs its diegesis, which is to say,
MANKIND IS DEAD
BLOOD IS FUEL
HELL IS FULL.
"ULTRAKILL" (the word, not the game) is a microcosm of itself, a singularity of simulated violence that refuses to be spelled any other way than fully capitalized. It is effortless in its totality, the sum of my words a mere approximation of its true glory. The best thing I can say about ULTRAKILL is that it is ULTRAKILL- brutal, uncompromised, glorious, gratuitous, beautiful.
It belongs in the dictionary.