Tag Archives: Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture

There is a run button in The Chinese Room’s cerebral Shropshire-based exploratory story. You won’t need it. The idea here is that you’ll take the time to drink in the world you’re exploring, actively reading the clues ushering you towards always-tempting answers. How did the quaint English village of Yaughton …

When we Brits do the apocalypse, we do it in style. We’ll have none of this exploding petrol station nonsense, nor any of that revolver-touting, sunglasses-wearing, one-liner spouting poppycock. No, sir. We take our end times with no sugar and a stiff upper lip, thank you very much. We are, …