Pixels for Breakfast writes: I was running down a hallway, being chased by fifteen or so mutants, all screaming for my blood. I had six bullets left for my pistol, with my trusty knife holstered on my belt as my last resort. This wasn’t going to be pretty, and I needed to make a decision. Do I go left, or do I go right?
I took the right, which led me into a small, confined room with more mutants inside, and I went down with a glorious scream of rage.
This is Teleglitch, and it totally kicked my arse.