You look on as your colleagues are slaughtered by the abomination that has crawled out from the dark. You know how this goes indeed, you have seen this all before. Suddenly, you hear the metallic clanging of something in the vents. Within a few moments, you find yourself inside its sleek, retrofuturist lobby, unintentionally quarantined from your team behind reinforced glass. All of the Ishimura’s lights are out, and the only sound that emanates across the galactic airwaves is garbled static.
The skeletal silhouette of the USG Ishimura-a gigantic mining spacecraft referred to colloquially as a “planet cracker”-looms in the distance as your colleagues, a security officer and a technology specialist, prepare to dock the ship. Dead Space opens with a descent cribbed straight from the annals of Hollywood sci-fi history.
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