Ahh. You found the van. They always find the van.

Quick, I haven't got all night, the accordion's busted agaaain, so here's the deal:

There's a house full of porcelain dolls. They don't move. Most of them. One wears a key on her cold little neck. You need it to leave. And if her eyes meet yours for one single second, your body isn't yours anymore. You go quiet. You go porcelain. You join the collection.

So don't. Meet. Her. Gaze.

Nine doors. One key. Far too many eyes.

Infiltrate. Bring friends. Please bring friends, because some of the dolls are them. Two little teams of ghosts, both clawing for the same key, both one blink from the shelf. When your idiot friend gets caught you'll hear him howling in the dark. Oh, they can still talk, that's the best part, so go dig him out. Or don't. Only one team walks out of the manor tonight.

It isn't hard. It's just unfair.

Now, try to survive THIS. I've an accordion to see to.

the Ringmaster (retired)

(management accepts no liability for stolen bodies, missing friends, or the noises after dark.)

GLANCED : FPS games are over*... Let's place for FPVs ("First-Person Viewer") where just a glance... KILLS.

More and more games are automating shooting? With this game, we wipe them out! No more friction ! Make way for real stares-downs, real battles that sometimes make you look away on the street, or, on the contrary, leave you unable to look away...