The tapping stopped. The monitor flickered violently, and a voice—monotone, digital, and horribly familiar—spoke through the speakers. It was his own voice, pitch-shifted and hollowed out.
"Session started, Elias," the game said. "Let's see how many days you can make it." The.Long.Dark.v2.05-P2P.zip
Suddenly, a heavy, crunching sound echoed from the speakers. Crunch. Crunch. Something was walking through the snow in the game. The camera whipped around, but there was nothing there but the swaying, dark silhouettes of pine trees. The tapping stopped
With a soft ping , the progress bar filled. The status changed to Complete . "Session started, Elias," the game said
He slowly turned his head. Pressed against the dark glass, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of the monitor, was a hand. It was pale, frostbitten to a dark blue at the knuckles, and entirely too long.