The Vanishing of Ethan Carter was “weird fiction” pulp done right, and it looked amazing. If it were a dame that had walked into my office I could safely say she was a looker. She had legs that went on forever too. I assumed control of the paranormal P.I. Paul Prospero, a burned out detective that’d seen too much, and investigated a letter from Red Creek Valley. A letter sent by one Ethan Carter. As I entered the sleepy little podunk I was greeted by a grisly sight. Ethan Carter was in danger, and I was his only hope.
“This game is a narrative experience that does not hold your hand.” the game claims on my first foray. We’ll see about that.