It’s golden hour on a Texas homestead, and I’m limping away from a dilapidated house towards a dirt road. The Slaughter Family is at my heels, taunting me with japes and revs of a chainsaw engine. My friends are dead after being stabbed repeatedly in the driveway. Worse still, I’ve run out of stamina and have already been slashed several times across the face by a rangy, greasy man determined to finish me off. As I get closer to the main road, Leatherface catches up, shoves a chainsaw through my gut, and drags it straight up to my chin. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre devs scream in despair, and I can hear the yells of other team members not on game chat echoing in the background.Â
