
Hell Clock Review
HellClock is a gorgeous dark fantasy retelling of the late 19th century War of Canudos brought to life by Brazillian dev team Rogue Snail. Dive into the depths of Purgatory, and take a glimpse into the demons of Brazil's Past, Present, and Future. Race against the clock, see how deep you can go, and don't worry if time runs out. You'll just keep coming back in usual roguelike fashion. Showcasing fantastic music and absolutely stunning visual style, let's take a closer look at what has quickly become one of my favourite games of the year.A very minimal, sleek and clean UI

Black Myth: Wukong Review
Before we talk about Black Myth: Wukong, let’s take a quick look at the story that inspired it - "Journey to the West" a Chinese novel from the 16th century, I believe it's a good story to know before you start the game. The book is about a monk named Tang Sanzang (also called Tripitaka). He travels from China to India to collect important Buddhist scriptures.He’s not alone, three special characters join him:Sun Wukong, the rebellious Monkey King with magical powersZhu Bajie, a pig spirit who loves to eat but has a kind heartSha Wujing, a quiet river monster who wants

Gah! Review
Gah! “An interjection denoting frustration and/or excitement.” At least this is what the dictionary says because in our game here, "Gah" is a demon in a realm beyond our understanding. And he has some challenges for us to dive deep into this isometric roguelite experience. What will it be for you at the end? Frustration or excitement? You can't know that without giving it a try, but in this review, I will provide you some insight about what to expect from this early access dungeon crawler game. The game starts with a short cutscene and this is also a small presentation about the

Fountains Review
The thick rustle and snap of wool was deafening upon your rapidly unexpected descent. Down…down...down…down...You land with an unceremonious thud, a fluster of dust clamoring to the air at your sudden arrival, the specks flickering in the glaring sunlight that poured from the mouth of the craggy hollow above. Every bone in your body aches, ribs sore with each laborious breath. Even long after the sound of footsteps, hushed voices and clanking of armor fade, you are slow to rise. Groaning, you pull yourself to your feet, fingers rolling across your stinging palms as you dislodge debris of stone and bone:

Lies of P Review
A mechanical click. The system thrums to life.Ba-dump. Tick.Strong yet intricate fingertips flex, eliciting a soft whirr of mechanics, before wrapping the surprisingly articulate tips around the edge of the chair. Artificial muscles flex.Ba-dump. Tock.Ebony eyelashes flutter, parting to reveal cobalt irises. The grip tightens, a boyish frame rising from the plush red velveteen of the chair. Ba-dump. Tick.Thoughts, memories, experiences and LIFE course through inner workings, glowing bright and blue. Gears turn and springs flex and release. A mechanical heart beats and thrums in time with the rise and fall of each step.Ba-dump. Tock.The partially coagulated blood gives a soft