NoE has one of the most interactive groups of actors in the State’ at least in our experience. Now, it’s worth mentioning that we define ‘interactivity’ in two ways: verbally and physically. Some of them, especially in the Mortuary (when we didn’t know any better), would respond to our insistent banter with deep, sinister voices… demanding that we take part in their eccentric experiments’ usually involuntarily.
They also had prompt explanations for why our options for escape just weren’t gonna cut it’ at least the ways they had in mind. Still, their back-and-forth verbal interactions were great, dialogue was on-point and relevant to their characters, and we even recommend some slight coaxing on your part; you know… just to get the full experience! (It’s amazing how far complimenting a strong jawline will get you.)
On a different note, these guys (in the Mortuary) were definitely the most handsy at the haunt, not thinking twice about sitting us on their exam tables, trying to force-feed us some kind of glowing drug in a test tube, burying our heads in a split-open torso, or scalping our heads to get to our brains. Though, we will say that none of them were exceptionally ‘rough’ with this, and you might be surprised how graceful getting body-slammed can be. We, of course, as reviewers, can’t really refuse to take part of the action, so we did what we could to make getting killed as painless as possible (says the people writing this review).
Pro Tip: Do yourself a favor – If they try to physically move you, don’t resist.
It’s also worth noting that not all of the interactions are aggressively physical, per se, or even physical at all. Some of the clowns used tickling or grabbing (in appropriate areas, mind you) to keep us from getting where we needed to go, but they weren’t the most talkative bunch at NoE’ excluding the two girls in the toxic area that kept us from quickly escaping.
The psychos in Conley Manor, next to the marauding morticians, were strong contenders for the best actors at NoE. Very few of them said much to us, but what they did say made it quite clear that we weren’t welcome in their home. The patriarch of the bunch swung at us with machetes – hard enough to take chunks out of the wall – while he and the others gave us deathly stares and stalked us throughout the various rooms. The eerie whistles they gave as they slowly followed us made for the most suspenseful parts of our evening.
No matter the methods used in response to our presence, we, and several groups that came out behind us, quickly learned not to f**k with the monsters and, actually, it was best to generally avoid confrontation at all costs. Still, we came out wide-eyed and grinning from ear to ear thanks to their efforts.
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