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Check this amazing concept demo,

I had this idea since long, inspired from Silenthill where you go for rides, in foggy town , ending up in twlight loop, meeting with different characters and exploring story through your car mostly.

This is successful KS project, does good job to nail the atmosphere and have decent mechanics.

Enjoy the ride

THE ATMOSPHERE
Placed in a rural American highway, Rides with Strangers truly represents the eerie atmosphere of being a Hitch Hiker. Our goal was to design each scene and asset to represent a creepy and uncomfortable mindset. We want the player to really feel as if they them self where the hitch hiker on a dark creepy road, or inside some complete strangers car.

Trough out the game, there will be several stops, pit stops, motels and gas stations. Rides with Strangers goal is really implement the experience of what you might actually come across on a hitch hiker’s journey across state. One of our rewards is for you to be implement in this environment, in the game there will be several wanted / missing signs which we will put your picture and name on. Imagine that your face plastered across the game as a wanted or missing person.

Every Stranger who will welcome you into their car tonight has been meticulously constructed, from their design to their dialogue, to represent the link that exists outside of polite society. Will you be prepared to face them knowing that these horrors could very well exist within your real waking world? Will you be able to put down this game and return to your regular life, watching strangers pass, knowing this could happen to you? Whoever you end up sharing the ride with, remember to keep a careful, watchful eye. Remember, despite the small talk, that they are not your savior but a wolf in sheep’s skin.

Edit:

You can help increase the funds to add more creepy strangers,

http://www.reflectstudios.com/rides-with-strangers

First Stranger

The History Of The Father
Full Name: Donald Earl McArthur
Date Of Birth: July 15th, 1964
Height: 5’11
Hair: Balding
Eyes: Brown
Sex: Male

Bio:
It was a hot humid day in the summer of 64, the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The kids were off from school playing in the water trying to cool off, the fathers were at work and the mothers doing house chores. On this day though the mother of Donald Earl McArthur, Clair, was giving birth to Donald. Clair was only 19 years of age at this time and it was not acceptable by her local community to be with child outside of wedlock. Clair had to make the hardest sacrifice of her life on this day, the day she had to give up her beloved new born son Donald.

Donald was given to the local church community to be raised in the ‘Sons Of Our Father’ program, it is here where he will be taught the the lessons on becoming a priest. Donald was a youthful young boy who always seemed to have a slight worry on his face, but most of all the characteristics of being innocent. Being a young boy with out his parents, he was confused on what was right and what was wrong. This however attracted some of the priests of the church to his company, attract in a way he didn’t know was wrong. Donald was touched and was forced to perform acts on these priests in a way that is most appalling and disturbing, but to Donald it was ‘normal’ and acts of ‘love’.

As Donald become a young man, not use to the outside world he wanted to venture off to a local diner to grab a bite to eat. It was a cold and rainy fall night in the year of 87, he could hear the dying leaving blowing in the streets, and smell the rain in the air. While walking into the diner Donald noticed a young family, a mother, father and a young boy eating. Donald felt something over come him, something he has never felt before.. desire. This desire though was something he couldn’t control, it was an itch, an itch he just had to scratch. Not knowing the precautions and danger of his intentions, Donald came up to the family and started talking with them. The family was welcoming and introduced themselves, Donald was telling the family scripture when he started to rub the little boys leg in a way that made the parents furious. The father in his fury punched Donald in the face and threw him in the streets telling him to stay away from his kid. Donald was confused, he didn’t know what he did wrong, but this was the first time he felt violence and rage.. and Donald liked it, it was like a drug running through his veins giving a high he has never felt before.

In his confusion and self doubt, Donald rushed to the churches public library to find out what he did wrong, what caused the boys father to act in such away. He grabbed his Bible, and other scripture books he was raised to read upon times of trouble. While doing this he noticed a local news paper. The headlines stated ’The Church Charged With Child Molestation’. He read further to find out what this meant, it then all snapped into place like a ticking time bomb went off inside his head, full of rage and sadness. Donald finally realized what happened to him as he was growing up as a young boy, he was over taken by self hate and sadness.. but just for a second he then remembered the violence he felt earlier that night. This violence over came him and rage was in his eyes, he was to seek out vengeance upon those who have touched him. Donald kept his calm though in public, he knew he had to be smart about this, he knew he doesn’t want to get caught…

A few years have past since that cold, rainy fall night when Donald discovered what had happened to him. At this time Donald has become an expert in forensics and chemistry, he has done his homework to start his vengeance, his calling from God. It was another hot and humid summer day, just like the day he was born. Donald was waiting in his car while he stalks the ‘Fathers’ of his childhood as they leave their afternoon service. Knowing the ‘Fathers’ were drinking Coffee, a special blend that Donald put together for them, they slowly pass out barley making it to their vehicles. Donald felt a sudden rush of panic and nervous tick come over him, but it was his time to act. Donald quickly dragged them into the trunk of his car and drove away. Those priests where never heard from or seen again…

A few days have passed since the day Donald got his vengeance, the sun was shinning and the birds were singing, Donald was peacefully sitting at a park bench. He was content and relaxed, he could finally move on with his life, and move over his past. While Donald is resting his head back and closing his eyes, he hears a laugh; A laugh that just over comes him with lust, He looks forward to see a little boy in the park just a way down. He could feel the itch just creeping up trough out his entire body, and this time it’s worse then before. This itch won’t go away, he can’t help this itch no matter how hard he tries to dismiss it or hide it. He fights it hard, telling himself to snap out of it, but its too powerful and Donald finally submits. He stares away at this little boy while the most disturbing thoughts run trough his head slowly smiling. He has become what he thought he destroyed, he has become ‘The Father’.

They are putting some work here.