Reports of horrors lurking in the shadows reach the newsdesk and one reporter returns from an assignment with a haunted expression and bloodied fists. He asks if he can head back to the streets to follow up on a lead, and slips a holy relic and a revolver into his satchel when he thinks nobody’s looking. One junior editor has been carted off to the asylum already this week and it’s only Wednesday.
Enough about the inner working of RPS though. I’m here to tell you about Daily Chthonicle [indiedb site], a free game about running a newspaper serving an Arkham-like town in the grip of terrible horrors. It’s splendid.