Wall Of Insanity 2

There’s a moment, early in Wall of Insanity 2, where you walk into a narrow hallway lit only by flickering red lights, blood smeared across the walls like someone tried (and failed) to claw their way out. You hear nothing, until you do. It’s not music, exactly. It’s the sound of something shifting just out of view. That’s when you realize: you’re not alone. And you’re definitely not in reality anymore.

This is a sequel that doesn’t just build on the first Wall of Insanity, it rips a hole in it and crawls through to the other side. As the last surviving cop of a botched raid on a cult hideout, you awaken in a rotting world of decayed dreams and reality gone wrong. And your only way out? Guns, grit, and just enough ammo to stay alive.

Combat is slower and more deliberate than your typical third-person shooter. Every bullet matters, every bomb can save your life, and every checkpoint is a moment worth celebrating. It’s got that survival horror DNA, think Resident Evil 4, just shot through with indie ambition.

Yes, the touch controls could use a second trigger button, and enemy spawns sometimes feel unfair. But when the lighting hits just right, and you’re ducking into cover while some unknowable thing screeches your name from the shadows? Wall of Insanity 2 delivers.

It’s tense. It’s tough. It’s terrific.

And most importantly, it doesn’t blink.