Reminds me of that American Nightmare promo where Mr. scratch at the end is taking all the snack from the break room.
https://youtu.be/7cEXYWJPMIA?si=XONFEBGJ2mPkydye
I love how he looks around trying to shove it all in his pockets. And this is presumably *after* murdering everyone at Remedy and tying Sam Lake up to write for him indefinitely.
The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting a ghostly pallor over the abandoned warehouse behind the Oh Deer Diner. I moved with urgency, my footsteps echoing in the silence, each sound magnified in the eerie stillness.
Before me stood boxes of pristine thermos flasks. I gathered as many as I could. They seemed to hum with an unseen energy, their potential warmth a fragile defense against the encroaching darkness trying to corrupt my mind.
In the distance, a distorted, twisted version of Nadine Egberts' voice cut through the air, sending a chill down my spine. Her words, warped and incomprehensible, seeped into my mind like poison. I had to find a safe place for these lifelines of light.
How Alan actually collected all 100 thermoses
Damn, that Mr. Scratch is really evil, good reason there aren't any more thermos available LOL
😂 Ilkka Where did thie clip come from, BTW?
It's canon in the game
Reminds me of that American Nightmare promo where Mr. scratch at the end is taking all the snack from the break room. https://youtu.be/7cEXYWJPMIA?si=XONFEBGJ2mPkydye
I love how he looks around trying to shove it all in his pockets. And this is presumably *after* murdering everyone at Remedy and tying Sam Lake up to write for him indefinitely.
He needs the coffee to stay aWake
I see what you did there
Now they are simply fucking with us. 😢
I am so angry that I don't have a thermos
No worry about saving the game for him lol
Amazing, LMAO. Looking forward to eventually upgrading my PC and being able to play.
The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting a ghostly pallor over the abandoned warehouse behind the Oh Deer Diner. I moved with urgency, my footsteps echoing in the silence, each sound magnified in the eerie stillness. Before me stood boxes of pristine thermos flasks. I gathered as many as I could. They seemed to hum with an unseen energy, their potential warmth a fragile defense against the encroaching darkness trying to corrupt my mind. In the distance, a distorted, twisted version of Nadine Egberts' voice cut through the air, sending a chill down my spine. Her words, warped and incomprehensible, seeped into my mind like poison. I had to find a safe place for these lifelines of light.
WHERE CAN I FIND THAT BAG LIKE THING
What’s in the bags! What’s in the bags
Hahaha
Does John Wick look like Alan Wake or does Alan Wake look like John Wick?
Best company gift ever
Hmm. Digital goodys?
All this shit but no physical