If you own a DS you owe it to yourself to follow. This original FPS horror for the Nintendo DS is developed by, published by, and conceived in the bowels of hell itself. As the only game of its kind on DS, the game has instantly gained cult classic status even before its release, and as its October 31 release date draws near it's time to dive a bit deeper into its twisted world.As part of an ongoing feature exclusive to IGN, developer Renegade Kid has worked with a mysterious movie director that - for whatever reason - doesn't want his identity shown. 'Director X' has worked with the team in creating a series of twisted trailers, each showing off not only a bit of in-game action, but also live-action horror cuts. Along with each of the videos we'll be featuring a personal diary by Director X on the filming of these trailers. Ninja saga fiddler 2019. Enjoy, and don't forget to trick-or-treat at a local game store this year; Dementium will be waiting. August, 2007 DIRECTOR'S DIARY: 'SCREAMERS' I'd just started shaking off the chills from my first short live action video for the great guys over at ' when Gamecock called me for another.

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I wasn't so sure if this was a good idea anymore after that bloody debacle with the giant hissing Madagascar cockroaches. (My friend Joe the roach whisperer insists they were not actually roaches but some sort of highly evolved beetle. Beetle or roach, my nightmares continue.) Gamecock suggested I try something simple and fun but I was short on time and I'd only taken the first job on a dare. I asked for some script help from Todd Tilford, a sort of professional creative person I'd heard about from the early days of id Software. He quickly handed me some pearls to run with.

The first was one of the simplest, or so I thought: lots of people scream in petrified horror, and we're pretty much done. The only catch is that I don't want to hire actors for these videos, I want real screams from real peoplefor free.

I contemplate where to find my victims and how to convince them to truly belt it out for me. On a hot muggy night I canvas a busy block of hapless tourists. 'Excuse me, would you scream for me for a moment?'

Doesn't go over so well. I become embarrassed, which quickly leads to my old friend shame. 'Excuse me, I'm being forced to make a silly video about being scared. Could you help me for a moment?' Finally appeals to some young ladies in pink and white athletic wear who take pity on me. But the girls absolutely suck and it's apparent that I will soon graduate from shame to wrath. The next contestant is Casper, an elderly homeless man who volunteers, 'to kill some time before my next appointment', he explains.

But his heart-breaking lost little rasp comes out with a puff of yellow smoke and a sigh. 'It's not as easy as it used to be', he says almost cheerfully.

My alcoholic father taught me that to truly scream in a non-emergency scenario can be a great pleasure, and requires something special in addition to your voice box. It's not something you can fake like smiles, orgasms or urine tests. Sometimes I will scream alone in my car for hours. When my car is impounded I will scream and scream into my pillow while the cat hides under the bed, scratching the mattress. Shuffling home from my first night of fruitless fumbling I realize it's not as easy as it used to be for me, either.

Or maybe that's what Casper meant in the first place. On my way upstairs, I bump into my next door neighbor. Her unlikely name, Jools, is the same as the king of the Dementium team. I'd recently texted her, 'How much blood is too muchor is there no such thing? ' To which she replied, 'Um.I hope you have the wrong Jools?' Jools recognizes my look of defeat and invites me over for some shish-k-bob. I take her up on it gratefully and bring over a bottle of crappy wine.

Three of her friends come over to join us. All four, it occurs to me slowly, are attractive young bisexual women, so I methodically open up with my sob story, and the manipulative pity party works perfectly. One of them innocently suggests that they try screaming for me. The others agree excitedly to help. I suddenly have four hot screamers on a platter. It's noisy and bright in Jools' apartment so one at a time I invite them across the hall to my serene flat. I stand the first girl straight up in the dark, point a big HDV camera at her mouth and a blinding flashlight in her eyes, and encourage her to relax, breathe deep, and give it all she's got.

Her first attempt is far worse than the deplorable pink and white tourists. The septic trickle that leaks out of her is a pathetic parody of a whimpering moan that wouldn't scare a tweaking gerbil.

'OK that was totally great', I tell her, 'but now, try it with about ten times more passionI think that means 1000%.' As she prepares, a whisper passes through me from behind the lensif I were to murder my neighbors, one after another, they could scream as loud as they wantedthey could even scream, 'JOOLS HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE DIRECTOR X REALLY IS KILLING ME'and the next one would still come over for her turn. I notice that my prey is looking at me a little differently now. Did I say something out loud? When the scream comes, it scares the holy hell out of me and I almost drop my camera. This small young lady's blast has come out like a volcanic slam that literally shakes my brain. I'm not just saying that.

I can feel my brain bouncing like Jello in an earthquake. My cat grows to twice her actual size and leaps to higher ground. My audio levels are through the roof. And the scream never ends. My eyes start watering.

Paint chips flutter off the ceiling. I'm positive that vessels in both of us are bursting and bleeding into formerly important places. Finally the inhuman roar ends with a heavy echoand something infinitely more subtle, but even more exciting happens: my new friend's face lightens up in the most peculiar and distinctive way. For an instant, she expresses utter shock that this pure rampage has come out of her own nimble body. She may as well have spontaneously laid an ostrich egg. Then comes an unmistakable face, one that I'm pretty sure can't be faked by the best of us: it's the look that comes after a first orgasm.

A beautiful blend of dismay, pride, surprise, and slightly guilty delight, as one floats into their new and much more interesting body. 'I never screamed like that beforeever!'

She confides with a shiny grin. When I hesitantly share my post-coital analogy with her, she immediately agrees. 'It was totally like that, and I almost feel like I just had one! I'm gonna scream like that all the time!' All of the generous ladies from next door agreed that screaming that night was a crucial event that should be repeated regularly, on or off camera, or even in front of a DS. I prepared the next dinner, a shrimp stir fry with caramelized sweet onions that don't stink your breath, and am now dating one of our gorgeous screamers. Apparently this is the first love affair originating from 'Dementium: The Ward', but will doubtless not be the last, as screaming and sex and love and fear and hospitals and monsters will be forever intertwined.