Recent reviews by Dead Can Dance

A sea of tails, red eyes, black fur and a thirst for blood is devouring anything that breathes in medieval France. A metaphor for all the ignorance and hatred of the middle-ages comes between you, an independent young woman, and your five-year-old brother. Amicia initially sees gentle and kind Hugo as a weight to be carried but she soon realizes he's all that's left for her in this sad world. And not even the antichrist will stop her of saving him.

You can be all you want here.

Ascend through the menial labor you have to reach the epitome of a business career.
Be addicted to opium to alleviate the dread of what you have seen.
Lose yourself in dreams and receive alien signals from forbidden gods.
Paint these visions and sell them.
Fuel with coin and blood doomed expeditions to lost places.
Kill nosy insects and hide all clues that would accuse you.

And last but not least:

Read occult literature that would point to true power beyond the coin.

I'm alone in a wood house that somehow lost its front entrance. I push a cabinet on the passage, to block any of those things from coming in at night. Then I lock myself in a room I previously barricaded the window, and put broken glass outside, in the living room, to hear when something is attempting to enter. I hold my plank with nails as if it was a saint.

The night is alive, the house creeks as it breathes the unnatural night wind, a feral dog that almost killed me during the day is barking outside, as the devil himself was smiling to him. Then the dog dies with a loud screech. Something otherworldly feminine screams... The cabinet is pushed back with a loud noise. And the only sound that will make me lose it is the broken glass being stepped on.

I can't see anything in the dark, but I desperately try to, with my back to the wall to avoid unnecessary danger. Then I hear the door opening, and my hair follicles erecting on my arm tell me that something is in the room with me. It didn't make any noise on the broken glass, because it floats. It's a ghost, and its scream is hellish.

Darkwood is one of those rare games, that when you purchase, you will feel an experience you'll never have, to be in another world, to suffer things that don't exist. You will suffer physically, your heartbeat will go up, you'll get goosebumps and curse outside noises for interfering with the game.

I've always wanted to be on one of the many battles across the soviet front, to see its people struggle for survival against a well-trained and brutally efficient enemy who always wanted to exterminate the slavics on a firm belief that they were ultimately inferior as humans. I wanted to see them almost failing in this goal.

Mind you, I didn't want to die with them, but I wanted to see human nature and the will to survive as a nation trample every possible prediction to the contrary.

The iron will and hellish vengeance of the Soviets produced a powerful orchestra of force to push out the Germanic invaders back to Berlin. The red tide was unstoppable.

In COH2 you are the maestro and every bubble in the wave. You live, rejoice and bleed with every one of the soldiers and tanks on your command. Epic music and destruction fireworks are set to portray a clash of giants composed of men. They die and win battles of unspeakable ferocity. It's like a whirlwind on a storm dancing as you tell it to.

And you exist there, expressing yourself as a force to be reckoned. Every bullet, grenade, shell is you backlashing the possibility of annihilation. Could we ask more of a game?