{"id":263462,"date":"2026-07-14T14:36:11","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:36:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/horror-game-developer-my-games-arent-that-scary-entrail-ji\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:36:11","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:36:11","slug":"horror-game-developer-my-games-arent-that-scary-entrail-ji","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/horror-game-developer-my-games-arent-that-scary-entrail-ji\/","title":{"rendered":"Horror Game Developer My Games Arent That Scary – Entrail JI"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I should\u2019ve seen this coming. Nodding my head, I put the wig back into the box before tucking the box under my desk. “I\u2019m in no hurry. I can wait a couple of days until I can increase the percentage to a level where I\u2019m satisfied.” Checking the time and seeing that I still had some time, I decided to check my phone and answer any questions that the freelancers had for me.<\/p>\n

In the end, I spent the next two hours like this before it was finally time for me to head back to the dorms. As I packed my laptop into my bag and left the office, I was greeted by the sight of the Section Chief. “Oh, good timing.” It looked like he was looking for me.<\/p>\n

“…You should\u2019ve received the money by now. In any case, you said that it will take about a week for you to program the game, correct?” “Yes, about that much.” If everything went well, yes. “Good, good. In that case, there\u2019s a perfect opportunity for you to showcase the ability of your game.”<\/p>\n

“Hm?” I paused for a moment. What did he mean? “The Guild has recently hired a batch of new recruits into the department. There are not many, about ten, but considering how we\u2019ve lost quite a few, this might not even be enough.” “…..” “Well, either way, they\u2019re all quite talented. I\u2019d like to use your game to train them. If all goes well, we might start using your game to train the recruits.<\/p>\n

Oh, and…” The Section Chief paused, looking at me with an ambiguous smile. “A special guest will be coming.” A special guest? “Who?” “…That\u2019ll be a surprise.” The Section Chief chose to remain on the ambiguous side as my leg twitched. \u2019He\u2019s not a little ghost boy. He\u2019s not a little ghos\u2014wait, no. That\u2019s wrong too.\u2019 “That\u2019s all from me. I just wanted to tell you this before\u2014” “Wait.”<\/p>\n

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hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears\u2026 All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet\u2026 [Congratulations, you\u2019ve been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want it. Let me quit. \u2726 Note: Your world might experience some changes. But don\u2019t worry! It\u2019s part of the game! \u2014\u2014\u2014 This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that\u2019s the case, who do I curse? An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord Server | EPUB 2026 | Dequivsia OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1: Prologue Click.<\/p>\n

Click. The rhythmic sound of the keyboard echoed in the otherwise quiet office space. It was dark, the flickering overhead lights casting weak shadows on the walls. Takakakak\u2014 The unmistakable sound of footsteps sliced through the silence\u2014sharp, rapid, and disjointed! They came from behind, quick and heavy, like someone sprinting just out of view. The steps skittered to the right, then to the left, frantically\u2014as if whatever was making them was circling… hunting. Then, just as abruptly as they began, they stopped. Silence. Suffocating. [Would you like to quit the game?] [\u25b6 Yes] [\u25b7 No] I didn’t hesitate.<\/p>\n

I pressed ‘Yes’ and closed the game. “Ugh…” I exhaled in relief as I slumped back into my chair, gripping my stomach. That was close. I was quite used to feeling nauseous by now. It tended to happen whenever I played horror games. I wasn’t good with horror, never had been.<\/p>\n

My tolerance for it was razor- thin, and once I hit that limit, it wasn’t just fear that came rushing in\u2014it was the urge to vomit. So, why was I playing this game in the first place? It was simple: I had no choice. The gaming industry had become oversaturated. Too many people with too many skills, and nobody was hiring unless you were willing to specialize in something big.<\/p>\n

Like, say, horror games. And here I was, sitting in an office full of them.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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