Monthly Archives: August 2013

It’s a unique sound they make. The marching of Theraen Empire Soldiers. But if Grimrock has taught me anything in the brief couple of hours that I have been trapped in here; that things are not always what they seem. … Continue reading →

Every corner seems to have something. It’s to the point that my mind has turned against me. Every fear I have ever had seems to be alive in Grimrock. The torch casts flicking shadows against the wall and it seems … Continue reading →

Most would say they enjoy being right. I am not most. I typically hate being right. This is because I have a very sarcastic sense of the world around me. I typically believe if things can go wrong, that merely … Continue reading →

Lit torches. There’s a care taker that roams Mount Grimrock then. “There’s a caretaker here,” I said, as I detached the torch from the wall. “If we can time it right, we must be able to see how he’s able … Continue reading →

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. Prisoners “pardoned by the King” are brought to the top of Mount Grimrock and thrown in to find their way to the bottom and escape; should they escape, that means the … Continue reading →