It's those bloody typewriters all over again. Developer Wych Elm Games' Silver Pines is fantastic in a whole bunch of ways, from its woozy small-town ambience to its mix of taut survival horror and exploratory Metroidvania. But from the very first moment I saw its save system, its please-insert-coin phone box demands, I knew our relationship was going to be a fractious one.
Silver Pines begins, however, in the gloom of a 1950s diner; lights off, windows boarded, as the titular town awaits an oncoming storm. You are private investigator Red Walker, but your jittery demeanour and Valium drawl suggests you're equally oblivious to the whos, whats, and whys of it all. Out in the parking lot, a phone box rings; there's cryptic talk of a missing musician and a motel room. Then, the scene set, it's onward into the heart of the town.
