Alan Wake Review
Posted May 16, 2010 by Jallen (157)
Alan Wake, I didn’t come up with the title, “Departure” sounded so much better, but Barry had insisted that it would sell better being self titled. I don’t even feel that I wrote it, the intangible Darkness that lured both Alice and me to Divers Lake had forced me to write the story you are about to read. It was an age old story, one older than the written word itself but that didn’t stop me attempting to add many nuances and well fleshed out characters to it. An ancient Darkness was pouring out of its prison at the bottom of the lake, clinging onto artists to make it corporeal, but it had a weakness, light! The Darkness could take control over people but it needed me, the writer, to be of sound mind so I could finish the story just the way it wanted, with its freedom but I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I first arrived at Bright Falls the environment that surrounded me was gorgeous, from the glistening waters in front of me to the majestic mountain background that stretched out before me. It seemed that miles and miles of expansive wilderness waited me to get lost in. While the nature surrounding the town was a sight to behold, the town itself was less appealing. It was old and worn, the paint was flaking if you looked just behind the store fronts and all the metal in the town seem belt and rusted. This town had seen better days; times had been tough since the local mine shut up shop. It also seemed strangely separated, with more fences and obstacles than your average prison.
The townspeople were friendly, if not a bit simple. They had managed to ruin my holiday before it had begun though, I was immediately recognised as a famous writer and the waitress at the local cafe (Rose) was one of those obsessed fans Barry takes joy in introducing me to. Sorry but anybody that keeps around a life-size cardboard-cut-out of me around is somebody I don’t want to talk to, I read Misery. I wanted the keys to the cabin we rented and Rose directed me to owner towards the back. I wanted to leave and hurried to get them, taking note of the crazy old bikers at the table. When I headed into the dark back corridor a woman who appeared to be in mourning approached me with keys and directions. We quickly left and spent the night at the cabin in the middle of the massive body of water, Cauldron Lake.
The sound of water was still fresh in my memory and I had hit my head hard, I had been in a car crash. It was night, Alice was missing and I was seriously hurt, the lights were on at a gas station in the distance I had hoped they had a phone. Clumsily making my way through the dark of the woods a shining note glittered in the darkness. Picking it up I read the cover title “The Departed by Alan Wake”. Had I written this? Another one shone further along the path, picking it up it talked of men possessed by a dark presence and attacking me. Finding a loggers yard I had hoped the trip to the gas station was unnecessary but it suddenly become much more pressing. A man name Stucky introduced himself, in a manner, he was covered by darkness that clinged to his bulky frame. The impenetrable darkness that surrounded the man clawed at my soul but the axe Stucky was holding above his head seemed like a more important danger.
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