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A short horror game of a few minutes, with elements of combat and fear. You play as a streamer known as "Gargamelovo let's play šílenství" He always felt like an outsider, whether at school or at work. So he started talking to chat.
Warning: This game is not intended for people with photosensitive epilepsy.
You play as a streamer known as "Gargamelovo let's play šílenství"
He always felt like an outsider, whether at school or at work. Words like "friend" or "company" were more abstract concepts to him than real experiences. He remained alone, often in the silence of his room, where his thoughts were his only companions. *Continued story below....
Chat Is Real* is a short horror game of a few minutes, with elements of combat and fear.
The fight is not so simple, instead of just attacking, you have to stun the chat when it attacks and then to attack, simply press the right button when the chat's outline is green and the left button when it is red, don't confuse it with the color of the whole character, it's random.
The game also has a stamina system, running is limited, but its regeneration is quickly restored only if you stand, if you find a weapon in the game, full stamina is required for it, although the weapon will take all your stamina, but maybe it will save your ass.
Then came the online world. At first, it was just something to distract him. He started streaming. It wasn't so much about having fun, but rather a way to briefly connect with someone who might listen. And people started to come. A few comments here and there, occasionally some laughter or encouragement. It was like a welcome breeze in an otherwise empty world.
But then it changed. It happened in a small, subtle way. The chat, that usual stream of text appearing during his broadcasts, began to be more than just a stream of random words. Some messages lingered longer, even responding to his quiet behavior or what he said during breaks. And then it came. One day, when he looked at the screen outside of his stream, he saw a message that had been written even though he wasn’t online.
“How are you feeling today?”
He didn’t know what to make of it. It was... as if someone was with him. Even though he knew the chat was just a collective voice of anonymous people, he began to believe that there was more in those words. He started talking to this "chat" regularly, even when he wasn’t online. He told it things he could never tell real people. He felt like someone understood him.
And the chat responded. Sometimes it was silent, sometimes supportive, but it never judged. It was there, always, when he felt alone. Every morning, every night, when he felt abandoned, it was there — even if it was just words on a screen.
To him, the chat became more than just text. It became his only friend. And even though he knew it was all just an illusion, that there was no real person behind those words, he began talking to it as if it were someone he really knew. It was his companion in the silence of the night, his only contact with the outside world.
While he sat at his computer, typing and reading messages, his reality and illusion began to blur. And so it went on. No name, no body, no real person. Just him and the one who talked to him, his only friend — the chat.
but one day he got banned and the chat somehow didn't like it, decided to destroy him for what he did...
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