“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here,” croaked a gravelly voice from the stairwell. It heralded the slow, graceful descent of a veiled white figure – and set the tone for our journey to the depths of Hell itself. Our path was covered well; even the darkened elevators we rode, delivering us to our damnation, had otherworldly creatures lurking within them. Along the way, we met many who had followed the Pagan’s Path and were corrupted or driven insane. A wild-eyed, bloodied, disheveled man snatched our poor cameraman from the group and offered him to a group of cultists clad in white (and became quite upset when we eventually returned to retrieve him). Mysterious figures in bedazzled silver masks and shiny red cloaks often served as our guides between scenes. Upon witnessing a nun who’d hung herself, her anguished cohort wailed “You did this!” accusingly at us, as though convinced we were already tainted by the hand of evil. She later returned with a pitchfork and seemed hell-bent on exacting revenge!
Trust was hard to maintain around the cast, as their characters could- and frequently did- turn dark at a moment’s notice. Not everyone we met was still (or ever) human, either… trying to progress through a foggy green swamp had an enormous spiderlike monster (!) coming after us. We narrowly escaped the imposing Medusa in her lair, and later in our journey, we boarded a boat to escape the lost souls clawing at us from murky waters… with a skeletal reaper at its helm.
The passion displayed by the cast was powerful, and it felt like the majority of them did their best to immerse us in the world Delusion had created. There wasn’t much dead space either; at nearly every point- including the elevators we rode on- at least one actor guided, interacted with, or attempted to scare us. With that said, some scenes would’ve benefited from a few more.
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