The 13 nastiest things we saw, did, and suffered in The Evil Within

Bloody hellish

The Evil Within is a horrible game. I mean that in the most delightful sense, of course. I love a good survival-horror experience, and this new one, from original Resident Evil creator Shinji Mikami, is shaping up to be exactly that. This is no glorified cover-shooter with tentacles thrown in for good measure. It's a malicious, brutal, tense, atmospheric fiend of a thing, that takes nothing but the most utter joy from putting you through the wringer again and again, in a giddy array of increasingly unpleasant ways.

I recently played my way through a solid couple of hours of the game, currently set for release in October. Two concepts struck me during those 120 minutes. Firstly, The Evil Within feels like exactly what real survival horror would have evolved into by now if we hadn't gone the route of grenades and rock-punching over the last generation. Secondly, the genre's original spirit has become one hell of a twisted, inventive, sordid little genius during its sabbatical. Here are the 13 nastiest things I happened upon.

The horribly familiar ambiance

One thing is instantly apparent when I start playing The Evil Within. Ive been here before. Or rather, Ive been somewhere very much like this. Somewhere that felt the same, while in reality being a different place entirely. Its like the way that bad dreams all have variants of that same, hyper-aware, weighty atmosphere. Recognition rapidly dawns on me. Im in Resident Evil 4 country.

Theres the immediate iconography, of course. That horrible, rotting staleness of the rural horror setting. The skewered cows head on a pole. The all-permeating mist that thickens the air and tightens the tension, giving the space around me a choking heaviness and kinetic life of its own. But it goes beyond that. The Evil Within is undoubtedly a new, unique game. It's certainly not retreading old ground, as you'll discover a little later on. But that atmosphere--that thick, stinking, foreboding atmosphere--can't fail to conjure up distraught memories of what happened last time a game felt like this. It's wonderfully wonderfully vile and exciting, all at the same time.

The extreme widescreen horror-vision

A simple detail, this one, but one that will screw with your head for the entire duration of the game. Director Shinji Mikami, gleeful engineer of utter bastardry that he is, has chosen to render the whole game in a super-widescreen aspect ratio, with black bars at the top and bottom of the screen narrowing the display down far beyond the usual 16:9/16:10.

The end result, frankly, is horrid. While it doesnt necessarily make the game any more difficult to play, the distracting, claustrophobic sense of being boxed in is a permanent, subliminal source of stress. Is there a threat above me? No idea. Is there something at my feet getting ready to take a large, nourishing bite out of my knee-caps? No way to tell. If I want any idea of the overall level of danger, I need to back up, take a look, and then head back in, hoping Ive spotted everything. Its a simple but damnably clever design trick, making my immediate environment constantly dangerous by nature of its sheer proximity.

The twisting, surreal nightmare of it all

A little later, I find myself in a long, subterranean corridor. I have a couple of NPCs with me, relating vague backstory and reducing the sense of tension through the illusion of human contact. Just as Im starting to relax a little, all of that goes away in the most drastic way imaginable. In a flash, the entire corridor changes. Theres now a new, distinctly foreboding room ahead of me in the distance. I turn around to consult my companions, but theyve gone, along with the corridor behind me and the staircase we entered it from.

The safe area Ive already cleared out is nowhere to be seen, and what stretches out in its place could now contain anything. Having no choice, I press on to the new chamber. In it, I find nothing good.

An unkillable spider made of limbs

Instead, I find the rapidly materialising corpse-spider creature youve probably seen in the trailers. She/it is a skittering nightmare of a thing, immediately chasing me back down the corridor with the unapologetic threat of an instant kill should I not make it through the easily-missed side-door in time.

On first attempt I dont make it. The reason? While there are plenty of unkillable, run-and-hope enemies in The Evil Within, the game puts a great deal of emphasis on the hope part of that equation. And the reason for that is...

Sebastian's total lack of athletic ability

As well as a desperately fragile health bar, protagonist Sebastian has a stamina gauge, governing his ability to sprint. This might sound similar to Resident Evil 5s system for managing the noble art of zombie-punching track and field, but in truth its a far more malicious little bugger. Its not there to give you ease of escape, but rather to take it away.

You see throughout my demo--taking in two separate sections of the game, several hours apart--at no point does it provide me enough juice to perform anything approaching an impressive getaway. Sebastian has a scant few seconds of sprinting ability at best. And at worst, if I dont keep a close eye on his energy reserves and slow down before the meter is (rapidly) depleted, hell find himself staggered, stuck to the spot while he catches his breath. Any advantage cleaned from the initial run is immediately undone. Its utterly brutal, and it puts a very big smile on my face.

A horrifying no-win situation

Immediately following my escape from the limb-failing horror of my last pursuer, I find myself atop a very long industrial staircase, spiralling down into darkness. At least thats what I think. After descending a few flights, I find that it drops off to nothing. Crap. I start to think about alternative routes, but Im not allowed that luxury for long. Theres another flash, and an apparition of Ruvik--the games invulnerable, current big bad--appears in front of me.

His movement is slow, deliberate, and full of single-minded intent, like that of a ghostly Terminator. I turn 180 to run, already knowing that theres nowhere to go. Theres nothing back there but the locked door I used to keep the corpse-spider at bay. But right now theres nothing to do but get away from from Ruvik and hope for the best. Based on current knowledge Ive got a few seconds to survive at most, but given the immediate situation Ill happily take those few seconds over dying right here and now. I make it to the top and await the inevitable. But it doesnt come. Instead the entire staircase collapses, plunging me hundreds of feet to whatever lies below. I inhale a brief sense of reprieve, but it doesnt last long. What lies below is hardly an improvement.

A blood-drenched deathtrap

Sebastian regains his senses in a moderately-sized industrial chamber. There are concrete walkways on either side, but in the middle, where I am, is a large, waist-deep pond of blood. Imagine the Death Stars trash compactor, but with floating, discarded anatomy instead of rusting space junk. I quickly scramble out and start to explore.

Along the way I find a few interesting details. Crates that bestow a paltry handful of much-needed pistol rounds. Ladders that lead to platforms going nowhere. The occasional petrol can, lying around or suspended from a chain. A few levers sticking out of the walls. Finding no route out, I experiment with detonating and activating what I find. The former explode uselessly. The latter deliver the full brunt of unseen harpoon traps. Soon Im limping around on minimal health, still looking for an exit. The Evil Withins environments are clearly not here for my convenience. Quite the opposite. The surreal, twisting dream-logic of the corridor above should have told me that. Suddenly aware that Im getting no easy answers, I resolve myself to look harder. Then Ruvik comes back.

A blood-drenched deathtrap filled with zombies

He doesnt directly attack this time. Instead, he fires a flash of light across the room and disappears. Its not a good light, like the kind at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Its more like the kind emitted by a small nuke going off in ones toilet just after unzipping. Five or six shambling but aggressive mutants rise out of the blood and come at me from every direction. Im low on ammo and health, having already used the rooms resources while exploring it. And previous experience tells me that any of these things can take off 2/3 of my health bar in one grapple attack. Im in trouble.

Clearly, the traps were meant for another target. Its now obvious what that dangling petrol can was for. Unconvinced Ive got anything left to work with, I get moving, telling myself Im using tactical use of space and elevation to get the upper hand, but knowing that Im also just running away. I manage to take down a couple of zombies with headshots, and eventually find the one petrol can I havent already wasted. I kick it towards a group in a doorway and detonate it. But theres one left. And I only have one bullet and one spear trap. I shoot to get his attention, then run to the trap and hope for the best.

A brilliantly obtuse, brilliantly macabre puzzle

In the later mansion section--theres a brilliant sense throughout the demo of Mikami taking back his old survival-horror territory and making it even more unpleasant--things become slower, but no less harrowing. While the mansion is a rangey, multidirectional structure full of optional areas and rooms, my ultimate progress is curtailed by two main puzzles. One requires me to seek out three severed heads and probe them with an electrified needle in order to play out hallucinatory backstory and release the gallons of blood that unlock a main doorway (yep, you just read that), the other demands that I find the hidden combination to a safe.

While Lucas has already detailed the former, the latter is even more interesting, being related through the same abstract, implicit instructions that fueled the classic survival-horror puzzles of the 90s. I find a scrap of narrative history relating a brutal execution scene, but no direct objective. After a little exploration, I discover two copies of a painting depicting said event. One has its top half torn away, the other its bottom section. I count the number of people in each half and hope that the resulting numbers make up the combination. They do, and I press on. But the process of getting that far is nothing like as easy as Ive just made it sound.