1917 : The Prologue
1917 : The Prologue is a psychological horror game with elements of an escape room. All events in the game are occuring during the October Revolution in 1917 in Russia. The game is based on memories of those who survived in this dark time.
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November 5, 2020
5 years and 271 days ago
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Mixed32 reviews53.1%
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1917 : The Prologue is a first-person narrative psychological horror with the elements of an escape room.
Outside the entrance door, which you have just entered, the rain is gloomily drumming on the umbrellas of rare passersby, and the wind roughly tears off the yellowed leaves from the trees, taking them away and throwing them on the ground. Just like many destinies and lives were thrown and broken in the fall of 1917 in Russia.
You climb up the crumbling stairs, and the only noise — the noise of your steps — echoes along the entrance, betraying your presence. Now you have a door in front of you, dimly lit by the timidly quivering fire of a match. But what is this door? Why are you here? Who are you anyway? Do you remember? No?
You have only one way to find this out.
To enter the door and to pass all the logical chains using your quick wits; by learning bits and pieces to restore everything that was lost from your memory.
And remember — there is always a choice! Even when it seems that everything is destroyed and there is no turning back. Even when it seems that nothing can be returned.
There is always a way to look inside yourself and do the right thing. Can you?
Outside the entrance door, which you have just entered, the rain is gloomily drumming on the umbrellas of rare passersby, and the wind roughly tears off the yellowed leaves from the trees, taking them away and throwing them on the ground. Just like many destinies and lives were thrown and broken in the fall of 1917 in Russia.
You climb up the crumbling stairs, and the only noise — the noise of your steps — echoes along the entrance, betraying your presence. Now you have a door in front of you, dimly lit by the timidly quivering fire of a match. But what is this door? Why are you here? Who are you anyway? Do you remember? No?
You have only one way to find this out.
To enter the door and to pass all the logical chains using your quick wits; by learning bits and pieces to restore everything that was lost from your memory.
And remember — there is always a choice! Even when it seems that everything is destroyed and there is no turning back. Even when it seems that nothing can be returned.
There is always a way to look inside yourself and do the right thing. Can you?
