We thought we'd share with you some of the thoughts of the character you will play in The Corridor, custodian Ri Anderson
Custodians are trained from childhood and Ri has spent years inside the memories of some of the most depraved minds.
Below is an extract from one of his Journals.
'It was not for the first time that I sat fearful and alone desperate to keep my eyes shut from what I knew awaited me, from what I knew I must face, and yet I knew my duty. I knew the role of a Custodian. Cautiously I opened my eyes, the visions of past experiences rushing through my mind, filling me with dreaded expectation.
To both my great relief and great trepidation I found myself in a bare metal room, sealed off and alone from the outside world. I felt the smooth metal beneath my hands and a shiver shot through my very soul. The room was cold, dank, old, but that wasn't the source of my distress. Something felt… off. Like the very air itself carried a kind of necrotic impurity.
Where was I? Why was I there? To what nefarious purpose did my new isolated cell serve?
The elongated silence was pierced suddenly sending my heart racing and I scrambled away from the sound. What was that? Then I realised, the loud scream was metal on metal as gears ground together causing me to descend deeper into this new hell I’d walked into. Duty had forced me to these depths again, duty had forced my from the real world into this realm of insanity, duty to discover the mystery behind our latest spree of heinous murders so fowl even the press shied away from the details.
In the distance I began to hear them, the sounds that would forever haunt me in my quiet moments. The sounds that would be there, waiting for me in the silence of my own mind. The vague whispers in the dark, the mumbling's of the mad. The devils and demons that speak of unspeakable things, that try to tempt you, to twist you, to turn you away from yourself. The notes and strings that pierce through the very veil of existence building in a rampant crescendo threatening to drive all reason from your mind. Noises and distant echoes that seer visions in your mind of the most horrific of existences, of tortures and violations too personal and intimate to bear.
I felt it building inside, a pressure pushing against my will, threatening to break. What state of mind was this? Were these things happening? Had they happened? Were they memories or secret desires made corporeal? Were they the killers thoughts or, more troubling, were they my own? Was this who I was? When would this end?
Then the world came to a shuddering halt.
I breathed deep, took a moment to gather myself, and walked out into the darkness.
The work of a Custodian is never done. '
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