Let's play a story.

PT 2: The Coalition funds our missions, but they don’t tell us everything. Mining, surveying, transport—it’s all just an excuse to send us deeper into the black. The water between stations isn’t empty. Things move just beyond the floodlights, watching, waiting. The bounties we take barely put a dent in whatever is out there.

And the cultists? They’re everywhere. Standing too still in the halls of Coalition bases, whispering to each other in voices too low to hear. Their eyes linger too long. Their smiles last too wide.

But something isn’t adding up. The separatists are supposed to be the enemy, yet we’ve seen the same fear in their eyes that we’ve felt ourselves. Maybe they know something we don’t. Maybe they aren’t the real threat down here. Maybe we’ve been fighting the wrong war.

We’re in too deep. And I don’t think we’re getting out.

PT 1:
In this solo run of Barotrauma, I’ll be navigating the dangers of an unforgiving ocean, managing my sub, and trying not to get ripped apart by whatever nightmares lurk below.