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I slowly open my eyes to find myself on an unknown island. For a brief moment, the world appears to be alive, fermenting around me. With a snap of dry air, a crunchy, salty smell mingles with an enormous, ancient odor and is split by the distant growl of an extinct, long-dead behemoth. Collecting together in haphazard confusion the scraps of a long-lost project on the forest floor before me, I swiftly hammer them into the crude form of a wicked-looking knife. Instantly, the grinding of machinery gives way to the metal-on-metal locking of long, slender, deadly objects as two pursuing mercenaries lurch into view before me, their bewildered expressions changing instantly to horror as I unleash a wild blast of electricity from my creaking, improvised shock emitter. How I wish it had been more reliable. The shocked and confused pairs of legs stumble backward in flight before one of them regains his wits and yelps frantically for backup as he runs for his life in a totally unfamiliar direction. Almost immediately, a tower of scaly hide rises up from behind a screen of trees, a huge and deadly predator charging down on the soldier with all the ferocity of its Wild, Nature-driven rage. All around me, the rusting hulks of long-abandoned trailers and smashed tanks erupt into violent, strobing blaze and life as they topple about the forest’s edge in a scene of utter, complete and absolute Bedlam that threatens to engulf me in its maelstrom at any moment. In a sudden, fleeting flash of opportunity, I dart round behind the beast’s back, altering my course in mid-stride in a harsh 90-degree turn as I swiftly scavenge the recently dead husk for its vital, life-giving parts and weaponry, distracting, distant screams of dying men and crushing, sagging wreckage mingling with my own wild, panicked, and incoherent thoughts in a maelstrom of rage-fueled, life-or-death chaos as I frantically scavenge the lifeless remains of my lone, fallen mercenary. And as the last, dying thought bursts from my wildly pounding, flushed, panic-stricken head, I am moved onwards and forced to carry on in a seemingly endless, twisted and impenetrable maze of violent, bitter, ferally-driven and dominant Nature and powerful, savage instinct and whim, convinced that the island’s sole remaining lesson is to find hope within that very same chaos and ferocity. The ruinous, crumbling remains of an ancient and long-lost civilization of long-dead men stretch out above me like a series of cracked and worn monoliths. Long overgrown and completely abandoned, this temple once must have been a wonderful place, a great haven of peace and knowledge, home to many happy people in a bygone, golden age. But now, as I sadly and slowly explore its many musty, cobweb-filled, dusty, and neglected chambers, it’s a very different story. Cobweb-covered and threatening, sinister carvings etch through the cold, damp stone – depicting all of the many bizarre creatures that I have encountered so far on my long and grueling journey around this dangerous, hidden island, as well as a host of altogether more terrifying beasts that, as yet, I have not been so fortunate as to come across at all. A choking, thick, warm and almost Solid air hung heavy in the temple’s musty silence and seemed to seethe and vibrate with a power that was both completely alien and utterly and medium nails-on-blackboardinglyhorrible at the same time. I knew that I was not alone on this dreadful and deadly island – and that the evidence of my fellow castaways was close at hand.
The sound of two other mercenaries arguing and shouting down a dusty side corridor to my left immediately sparked to life, and I sprang into action, working rapidly to complete a ramshackle firearm from various bits of scrap metal and large chunks of ruined, crushed and bent machinery, all of which I had been meaning to get around to fixing for what seemed an age. Swiftly sprinting off through the narrow passageway in the opposite direction, I was acutely conscious of the harsh, potentially lethal arc of fire that opened up behind me and could at any moment be turned upon my own head. The ensuing combat in this dead and musty corridor was a confused, sharply violent and impossibly tight jumble of racking, crashing and acutely-broken poses – punches, wild kicks and heavy, clanging slams against cold, solid, ancient stone interspersed with hard, resounding chunks of torn, shredded and regularly-splintering debris, urgent, leaping sparks and a loud, splintering crackle of wildly-improvising, yawing, rupture-prone and comprehensively and structurally-notorious fire as my outstandingly malfunctioning shock-emitter erupts into viciously wild, accompaniment to savage, schoolboy errors of instinct, feral and basic animal fight-and-flight responses and plain, utterly gorgeous and explosive, unadulterated mayhem of the most savage kind, all coming to a swift and ultimately, bitterly and terribly brutal end within seconds – the single, cold, hard fact of a man’s жизнедеятельность being abruptly, almost instantaneously and totally extinguished while the surviving, fleeing merc’s high-pitched, utterly-panicked and doomed-to-die yelping for urgent, desperate and frantically-called backup are cut abruptly short in an instant as they tangle and become hopelessly-entangled with their own, wildly-wandering and viciously-beating individual/animations in a fleeting, panicked, wild and quite horribly-extreme burst of intervention and unpredictable, life-or-death, moment-to-moment, wildly-directional activity and movement of the fastest, most-agile and most extreme kind, brought to a sudden, bitter and cruely-total end in the space of a single, eternal instant. With a swift, instant and vicious return to an even more-fierce, extreme and bestial state of addled, raw, savage, taut, wildly-tensed and nearly-bestial panic and an ungoverned, screamingly-wild and literally-bestial will-to-survive of the most savage kind – I howl to life, leap into violent action once more, changing rapidly in the space of an instant and moving swiftly in a totally-unexpected, 90 degree turn around the very edge of the vast, dimly-lit, vaulted and desert-chamber of this long-lost temple’s most-ancient and forgotten heart, quickly scaling the rough surface of a towering pillar of stone to pull myself up to a small ledge and reach the very top, from where I pour all of my wild, savage, crazed and bestial attention upon the distant scene of Bedlam, simply, savagely and blackly-fancifully delirious, lunatic and completely-beyond-all-hope mayhem below me, watching with an increasingly-hard, stony, cold and humorless heart as that frenzy and that extraordinary, simply-unreal scene of unadulterated, unbelievable and quite-wild, apocalyptic Bedlam reaches its ultimate, most-total and simply-most-heinous conclusion, twisted and hopelessly-entangled in the ruined, stalled and completely-broken-down remains of the great, derelict Temple itself in a scene of quite-horribly and quite-bitterly absolute,-total-and-utter chaos of the most violent, savage, ferally-driven, instinctive, illogical, powerful, sublimely, intrepidly, unrelentingly, calamitously and completely-and-beyond-all-hope-irretrievable kind.
Features include:
- A living, hostile island – Wake up stranded on an uncharted island where danger comes from every direction. Ancient ruins, apex predators, and a constantly shifting environment shape your fight for survival. Explore carefully, adapt fast, and turn the island’s dangers to your advantage.
- Craft your way to survival – Face mercenaries, dinosaurs, and mechas in fast, brutal combat. Scavenge resources from the environment to craft weapons and gear suited to your playstyle. Every encounter demands a different approach, and every fight is a fight for your life.
- Turn the wild against your enemies – Stranded after a desperate search for your missing brother, you’ll need every advantage you can find. Control dinosaurs to attack enemies, clear paths, or slip past guarded areas, turning the island’s deadliest creatures into your greatest weapon.
What makes the wild unknown feel like a living force shaping survival? When do mercenaries crumble under the fury of apex predators? Why do hidden paths turn the island into a strategic ally for survival? Find out with FEROCIOUS, out now for PC via Steam, PS5 on the PlayStation Store, and Xbox Series X|S on the Microsoft Store.
Enjoy the trailers — until the Rift opens again, know that you’re appreciated.
