There’s a mysterious new video floating in cyberspace, and its raising some interesting questions across the video game industry. It features a beautiful windy autumn forest, filled with a mysterious fog. A life-like human hand floats gently in the air. Slowly moving through a handful of short scenes, the hand glides its fingers up the bark of a tree and seems to be feeling the surfaces of statues. There’s an eerie feeling that something isn’t right in this forest, but any clues at just what it could be are nowhere to be found. But, what’s most surprising in this video is that if you watch the bottom right of the screen at the 1:08 minute mark, you’ll see the pink glow of the tip of a Move controller.
NeoGAF forum user Toppot has done some digging and found out that the game is being developed by none other than Plastic, the developer of the artistic PSN title Linger in Shadows, and it’s being enabled by Santa Monica Studios, known for their staple PlayStation franchise God of War.
Eurogamer recently contacted Plastic about the game and this is the reply they received:
"We all at Plastic admire the speed and style of NeoGAF member Toppot, who managed to combine the hints and classify us as a developer of next Santa Monica Studio production.”
“We also encourage you to find the game title. We are planting the seeds now…"
What lies in wait in this mysterious autumn forest? We’ll just have to wait and see, and you can be assured that any new clues that are solved can be found right here at Movemodo. Can you decipher anything new out of the video? Let us know in the comments section below.
[source eurogamer.net]
Comments 4
Heavy Rain meets Penumbra/Amnesia? WANT WANT WANT!
I like the look of this. I must say though, that statue had an exposed boob. The players only interface is a grippy hand... They should add some code to count the number of times that boob was groped and upload it somewhere for all see
That's pretty cool looking. Looks like an updated Myst type of game.
'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of wo, Like warriors by an unknown foe, Were in their strength subdued, The virgin Earth Gave instant birth To springs that ne'er did flow-- That in the sun Did rivulets run, And all around rare flowers did blow-- The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale, And the queenly lily adown the dale (Whom the sun and the dew And the winds did woo), With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears The love of years Is wasted like the snow, And the fine fibrils of its life By the rude wrong of instant strife are broken at a blow-- within the heart do springs upstart of which it doth now know, and strange, sweet dreams, Like silent streams that from new fountains overflow with the earlier tide of rivers glide deep in the heart whose hope has died-- quenching the fires its ashes hide,-- Its ashes, whence will spring and grow sweet flowers, ere long,- the rare and radiant flowers of song!-Edgar Allan Poe
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