Дом > Новости > Dreadmoor: Fishing in a Post-Apocalyptic Mystery A Dark Folk Tale of Forgotten Waters and Haunted Catch In the year 2147, the world had long since surrendered to the Silence—a slow, creeping decay after the Great Scourge, when the sky turned blood-orange and the rivers ran thick with rust and memory. The cities were hollow tombs, half-swallowed by the creeping fungal forests that whispered in dead tongues. And in the backwater delta of what was once Northern England, they still called it Dreadmoor. Not a town. Not a village. Just a cluster of half-sunk piers, salt-caked shacks, and a single wooden church with a bell that rang only in dreams. Here, people didn’t farm. They fished. But not for fish. They fished for them. The legends said the river beneath Dreadmoor wasn’t water anymore—just liquid sorrow, a remnant of the tears of the drowned gods. And when the moon was thin and silver, and the air tasted like old metal, the old ones would wade into the shallows with rusted hooks and lines spun from spider-silk and dead man’s hair. They didn’t catch food. They caught memories. Not just yours. Theirs. You are Elias Vane, the last apprentice of Old Merrow, the man who taught the people to reel in ghosts. You were born under a red moon, and your hands never dry. The river calls to you like a lover. It hums your name. When the elder fisherfolk vanish—some said eaten by the eels, others that they chose to dive into the dark—you’re the only one left with the knack. The first night you go out, you catch a child. Not a body. Not a corpse. A memory: a girl in a drowned dress, laughing as she skips stones across the surface. Her fingers brush yours. Her voice is like wind through broken glass. And then she says, "You’re not supposed to remember me, Elias. I was your sister. I fell in the year the sky split." You’ve never had a sister. Or have you? Dreadmoor: Fishing in a Post-Apocalyptic Mystery is a narrative-driven, atmospheric horror-lit game that blends psychological dread, environmental storytelling, and ritualistic gameplay. Core Mechanics: Fishing as Memory Extraction: You cast your line into the ink-black river using tools forged from relics—each with a unique effect (e.g., a hook shaped like a weeping eye might pull up grief, while a bone rod might reveal guilt). Dialogue with the Catch: The memories you pull aren’t passive. They speak. They argue. They beg to be forgotten. You must decide: return them to the river, hold them in your mind (risking madness), or trade them to the Hollow Sisters—mysterious figures who live in the drowned church, offering answers in exchange for pieces of your soul. The River’s Echoes: The world shifts subtly when you lie, or when you remember too much. Buildings melt into childhood homes. The sky flickers with alternate timelines. The river remembers everything. Themes: Loss as a Living Thing: Grief isn’t an emotion—it’s a creature that lives in the water. Identity in Collapse: Who are you when your past is not your own? Ritual as Resistance: In a world where truth is unreliable, ritual becomes the only anchor. The Unspoken Truth: The river doesn’t feed on memories. It is the memory. And Dreadmoor… is not a place. It’s a wound. And every time you fish, you’re not pulling up the dead. You’re pulling up the before. Will you learn the truth of your sister’s face? Will you feed the Hollow Sisters the last piece of your childhood? Or will you cast your line into the dark and let the river decide—once and for all—what you were meant to forget? "Fishing in Dreadmoor isn’t about catching what’s lost. It’s about seeing if you’re still worth saving." — The Last Entry of Old Merrow, found on a rusted locket, inside the drowned church Dreadmoor: Fishing in a Post-Apocalyptic Mystery Coming soon to PlayStation, PC, and the dreamless nights of those who dare to remember.