It is the darkness in whence I was borne, and in that very same darkness, it is where I take my leave. It mystifies me. It consumes me. It transmutes my entire fiber of existence. My inner thoughts and recollections of past times immemorial continually haunt me every step of the way. So much so, that I often seem to question my passing realities at every imaginable fork in the road. It is an accursed existence. But an existence nonetheless. An existence over which I have no tangible or intangible control over. And yet... facing the trials and tribulations of this bleak reality is preferable when considering the alternative. A non-existential dream world. One in which where no rhyme nor reason flows. During the events of time passed, I am grateful to have borne witness to such an unforgiving and desolate reality. For if I had not shouldered the risks, taken responsibility for my failures, how could I have understood?
This is honestly so increadibly beautiful, especially when you play through the game and you remember every emotion and reaction it brought you. If only it was possible to experience that again.
@@wickerhazbrownsauce8564 Yeah man! Like that feeling of being at the end of a difficult night, then in the midst of all of the terror, you start to hear a determined note almost breaking through the darkness, like as if something is reaching out to you. And then all of a sudden the white flash, moment of silence, and then; calm
@@sindremordalkristiansen4414 To date, this is the only game that has truly sated me. No other game has made me feel more broken then this one, and the premise is so simple. The game itself sound's like a punchline. "Man walks into a haunted decrepit polish forest..."
@@wickerhazbrownsauce8564 If this game teached me something - then it is the will to live. Everything can happen to me, but I feel like I cannot die, as long as I really want to live.
Same man same. I recently played signalis, and while I loved it, I thought it paled in comparison to darkwood (at least in terms of atmosphere and horror)
Lines, power lines? my neighbor? My apartment.... wait... I never checked out our basement... mushrooms... tasty pulsating mushrooms.... the radio? Hmm I doubt any channels would be... “Sleep.” The radio bursts. Something is very off. Up my flat, an infinite corridor. Roots. What is happening? Home sweet home. She left soup, It’s been so long since I’ve had something to eat besides mushrooms, strange meat, and wood. It’s so warm, her love concentrated into a single dish. She’s not home is she? Where would she be? Susiek! For once I see an old friend, my little Susiek. Perhaps I should give him a treat. He’s waited too long for me, it astounds me how he still remembers. Roots... coming out of the floorboard... the screw driver, I need to see... the kitchen... board by board, roots are revealed, the bedroom, the white sheets and pillows left untidy. Not right... under the bed... cold... a space... I move it... a hole... no... no no no... Susiek?! SUSIEK?! Where is he?! What is happening... what is... oh no... alright... I have no choice... I need to wake up... I need... to wake... up... the hole... there’s nothing to illuminate it... just a bottomless void... alright... let’s see
My clothes... my body... where... what? There’s sleepers... women... men... and a great being... it wants me to sleep... it warms me... euphoria... love... pleasure... comfort... but... is it a lie? Of course it is... if it wasn’t, then why did I wake up? Maciek... his flamethrower... now I know... Give it... give it Maciek!! GIVE IT!!The sleepers finally awake. Stop, they tell me. They don’t want me to do it. I don’t care, these people do not deserve to die, but they have no choice. The being, I have only these last words for you. You live your life lying to people, showing them worlds they desired or not to be in. You give a forgiving death to us, I however will not be as merciful. I recognize what you are. You’re an embryo. An unborn child. You know what happens to unwanted unborn children, it simple. but that... is none of your concern.
@@rion7088 I take the flamethrower, it gives a loud hiss. It was like it had made its decision that there no stopping the events that were about to unfold. The sleepers watched in horror as the fury of the inevitable inferno unleashed upon them. They gave screams of mercy, STOP! Don't realize that you will burn along with us??!! A few of them started attacking me but they were no match for the power of the flamethrower. As I moved along many of the sleepers tried escaping through a wooden bridge while pushing each other off. The flamethrower didn't have time for courtesy and helped me clear the bridge with ease. I stop.....I look around...... I'm surrounded in flames..... This is it..... All the struggles.....All those nights.....With the hope that I could return to my dog, my wife, my true home......All for it to end like this... I start to choke.....It's hard to breathe......I collapse to the ground......And slowly close my eyes..... The last thing I hear is the Demonic Screeching of the Being....... Till I feel a great warmth come over me.
The first night is not really dangerous, noone had attacked me, so I don't really remember it that much, I only remember that the door had opened on its own
ENDING SPOILERS *WARNING* Has anyone ever thought that the main character of Darkwood might be Samson? The main character is given Back his Power (The Flamethrower) literally destroys a Temple (The Tree) where a False God (The Being) is being worshipped and has the temple collapse on him taking everyone else with him (Being burnt alive) I thought it was an interesting take on the true ending of the game. Feel free to add your own interpretation or correct me if I'm wrong
I sleep I die. I wake up I die. But at least I save people from a horrible fate. Not the good choice. But at least it's the right thing to do. Now...I can finally rest in peace. Knowing that it's over. It's...finally...over... Home. My last hideout. My bed. Finally. Sleep.
En realidad de gobierno polaco ya había logrado centralizar La plaga, los que estaban ahí eran sujetos de prueba, los cuales, iban a tener una muerte tranquila, hasta que vino el protagonista, solo hizo en realidad nadie vio cómo lo correcto
@@horrorfan8785 en realidad fue cuestión de que el protagonista lo perdio todo, su humanidad, literalmente este podia comer madera para recuperarse, o gritar como un salvaje para que lo dejen en paz, el resposable absoluto era el ente, entonces ya habiendo perdido su humanidad, no le importo matar a esa gente, puesto que ellos tampoco eran humanos del todo
one of the best horror games ever created and one of the most... underrated
Sometimes I only want to be a tree. A tree that grows in a deep, dark wood buried in time, forever.
And sometimes I want to live in such a world. To be the sane in the madness. To be the calm in the storm.
To be the flame in the dark.
Be yet we are human order thin time
Be yet we are human order thin time
It is the darkness in whence I was borne, and in that very same darkness, it is where I take my leave. It mystifies me. It consumes me. It transmutes my entire fiber of existence. My inner thoughts and recollections of past times immemorial continually haunt me every step of the way. So much so, that I often seem to question my passing realities at every imaginable fork in the road. It is an accursed existence. But an existence nonetheless. An existence over which I have no tangible or intangible control over. And yet... facing the trials and tribulations of this bleak reality is preferable when considering the alternative. A non-existential dream world. One in which where no rhyme nor reason flows. During the events of time passed, I am grateful to have borne witness to such an unforgiving and desolate reality. For if I had not shouldered the risks, taken responsibility for my failures, how could I have understood?
I pissed out of my ass one time all over a tree.
Well, it was more like a bush but still.
This is honestly so increadibly beautiful, especially when you play through the game and you remember every emotion and reaction it brought you. If only it was possible to experience that again.
Holy shit, you too?
This game has done something to me. I can't forget it.
*And that voice, her voice is so beautiful...*
@@wickerhazbrownsauce8564 Yeah man! Like that feeling of being at the end of a difficult night, then in the midst of all of the terror, you start to hear a determined note almost breaking through the darkness, like as if something is reaching out to you. And then all of a sudden the white flash, moment of silence, and then; calm
@@sindremordalkristiansen4414 To date, this is the only game that has truly sated me.
No other game has made me feel more broken then this one, and the premise is so simple.
The game itself sound's like a punchline.
"Man walks into a haunted decrepit polish forest..."
@@wickerhazbrownsauce8564 If this game teached me something - then it is the will to live. Everything can happen to me, but I feel like I cannot die, as long as I really want to live.
@@nocturnaljoe9543 yes
Sometimes I regret playing darkwood, because I have not found another peace of media that makes me feel the things darkwood made me feel
Same man same. I recently played signalis, and while I loved it, I thought it paled in comparison to darkwood (at least in terms of atmosphere and horror)
play Pathologic and Silent Hill
Lines, power lines? my neighbor? My apartment.... wait... I never checked out our basement... mushrooms... tasty pulsating mushrooms.... the radio? Hmm I doubt any channels would be... “Sleep.” The radio bursts. Something is very off. Up my flat, an infinite corridor. Roots. What is happening? Home sweet home. She left soup, It’s been so long since I’ve had something to eat besides mushrooms, strange meat, and wood. It’s so warm, her love concentrated into a single dish. She’s not home is she? Where would she be? Susiek! For once I see an old friend, my little Susiek. Perhaps I should give him a treat. He’s waited too long for me, it astounds me how he still remembers. Roots... coming out of the floorboard... the screw driver, I need to see... the kitchen... board by board, roots are revealed, the bedroom, the white sheets and pillows left untidy. Not right... under the bed... cold... a space... I move it... a hole... no... no no no... Susiek?! SUSIEK?! Where is he?! What is happening... what is... oh no... alright... I have no choice... I need to wake up... I need... to wake... up... the hole... there’s nothing to illuminate it... just a bottomless void... alright... let’s see
My clothes... my body... where... what? There’s sleepers... women... men... and a great being... it wants me to sleep... it warms me... euphoria... love... pleasure... comfort... but... is it a lie? Of course it is... if it wasn’t, then why did I wake up? Maciek... his flamethrower... now I know... Give it... give it Maciek!! GIVE IT!!The sleepers finally awake. Stop, they tell me. They don’t want me to do it. I don’t care, these people do not deserve to die, but they have no choice. The being, I have only these last words for you. You live your life lying to people, showing them worlds they desired or not to be in. You give a forgiving death to us, I however will not be as merciful. I recognize what you are. You’re an embryo. An unborn child. You know what happens to unwanted unborn children, it simple. but that... is none of your concern.
@@rion7088 this is great! I’d totally read a Darkwood book
@@rion7088 I take the flamethrower, it gives a loud hiss. It was like it had made its decision that there no stopping the events that were about to unfold. The sleepers watched in horror as the fury of the inevitable inferno unleashed upon them. They gave screams of mercy, STOP! Don't realize that you will burn along with us??!! A few of them started attacking me but they were no match for the power of the flamethrower. As I moved along many of the sleepers tried escaping through a wooden bridge while pushing each other off. The flamethrower didn't have time for courtesy and helped me clear the bridge with ease. I stop.....I look around...... I'm surrounded in flames..... This is it..... All the struggles.....All those nights.....With the hope that I could return to my dog, my wife, my true home......All for it to end like this... I start to choke.....It's hard to breathe......I collapse to the ground......And slowly close my eyes..... The last thing I hear is the Demonic Screeching of the Being....... Till I feel a great warmth come over me.
SUSiek
@@arguably8390bruh
You never forget your first night...
I'm never forget any of this terrible night(mares)...
I have already forgotten mine and I got this game like 1 week ago, I remember my friends tho
I remember the lamps moving for the first time. I was petrified.
I remember the first time a banshee spawned. It was a friendly fella
The first night is not really dangerous, noone had attacked me, so I don't really remember it that much, I only remember that the door had opened on its own
I recently entered silent forest and i'm looking forward to face these stories!
Incredible game!!
Sleep...
The trees hum so calmly.... They sing so beautifully....
Can you hear their song?
ENDING SPOILERS *WARNING*
Has anyone ever thought that the main character of Darkwood might be Samson?
The main character is given Back his Power (The Flamethrower) literally destroys a Temple (The Tree) where a False God (The Being) is being worshipped and has the temple collapse on him taking everyone else with him (Being burnt alive)
I thought it was an interesting take on the true ending of the game. Feel free to add your own interpretation or correct me if I'm wrong
Given how much heart, warmth and feel the developers managed to convey on this game, I wouldn't be surprised if what u just explained is correct
There's the most relaxing video on UA-cam.
i miss my darkwood.
I sleep I die.
I wake up I die.
But at least I save people from a horrible fate. Not the good choice. But at least it's the right thing to do. Now...I can finally rest in peace. Knowing that it's over. It's...finally...over...
Home. My last hideout. My bed. Finally. Sleep.
En realidad de gobierno polaco ya había logrado centralizar La plaga, los que estaban ahí eran sujetos de prueba, los cuales, iban a tener una muerte tranquila, hasta que vino el protagonista, solo hizo en realidad nadie vio cómo lo correcto
@@eranodelpum9752 Todo es cuestión de supervivencia.
@@horrorfan8785 en realidad fue cuestión de que el protagonista lo perdio todo, su humanidad, literalmente este podia comer madera para recuperarse, o gritar como un salvaje para que lo dejen en paz, el resposable absoluto era el ente, entonces ya habiendo perdido su humanidad, no le importo matar a esa gente, puesto que ellos tampoco eran humanos del todo
I guess the mushroom granny aged well
Not really, she was too delicious.
@@ToraoTakabe well thats the effect of aging
Nice mushrooms, you mind if i grab one or ten?
"Eat the granny"
Nahh, "smoke the granny"
“Inject that granny into your bloodstream”
I played Darkwood maybe couple years ago, why I come here again and again...
The darkwood Is calling, but will you answer?
@@M0NST3RKlLL idk🤔, maybe we can't run away from themselves, I think that the stories and experiences that we have become part of us.
Im gonna put this on while I read Cormac McCarthy
New Dawn but edgier
Edgy but brilliant, those damn slavs
Nowhere is Safe
Nowhere is Free
Nowhere is Peace
Nowhere is Me
You old bag of bones.
How do you call someone, who eats old people?
Vegetarian.
The road home...
kankiya
🍴Om nom nom 🍴