The case files, at the time of writing, are limited in their setting and the creatures available, but their procedurally generated nature offers replayability. There are currently only six chapters available in Labyrinthine, given the game’s Early Access status, but each chapter is suitably terrifying and has creatures that are perhaps a bit smarter than the ones found in case files. Once you’re in a team you can then choose to play through the game’s chapters, which follow the story of fairground worker Joan, or through case files, which offer one-off procedurally generated maps to play. I’m actually quite a big fan of the in-game chat, it’s similar to Phasmophobia in the isolation it creates when you’re separated (and the game will try and separate you), but we opt for Discord a lot because it stops us feeling too isolated (read: we are scaredy cats). So, if you’re too far away from your teammates, you won’t hear them. There is in-game voice chat but this is based on proximity. You can choose to team up in a public match with strangers or group up (like we do) in a private match with your friends. Plus, it’s hard to wring their necks from so far away. I really wish I could find them, after all, they are the ones that convinced me to play Labyrinthine. I call to my friends but all they can do is giggle in glee. The thumping gets louder and I prepare myself for slaughter as the source of the sound corners me: Mean Groot, I call him, a clubfooted creature that stalks the labyrinth. “It's coming,” I scratch down the microphone as I bolt down one of the routes off the crossroads. “Got one”, I excitedly relay over Discord. I see a shrine made of skulls and candles in the middle of a crossroads, beside it sits one of the five Seals we need to secure our escape.
This labyrinth we’re trapped in is full of routes that look the same and our method of dropping glowsticks everywhere we go becomes redundant when half of the maze is covered in the pink glowsticks - we would perish in an apocalypse.įinally, a light at the end of the tunnel - literally.
Instead, we’re communicating over Discord - not that it helps. We got split up some time ago but, due to having the navigational skills of rocks, we hadn’t been able to find each other again. As I cautiously move forwards down the foggy, hedge-lined path ahead, with only a dim torch lighting my way, I ferociously drop pink glowsticks in hope that they’ll lead one of my friends to my location.
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