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Bright Falls: How ‘Alan Wake 2’ Creates Environments Worth Exploring
The prospect of wandering around large, expansive game worlds used to fill me with excitement. Upon escaping the tutorial dungeon for the very first time in The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, I distinctly remember being overwhelmed by the sheer scale of that virtual playground rolling out before me, and the endless adventures that it tacitly promised. My awestruck 10-year-old brain couldn’t quite fathom that I was free to go in literally any direction and that, no matter which compass point I chose to follow, I was guaranteed to stumble across some memorable characters, tantalising locations or intriguing questlines.
As a kid who wasn’t yet able to buy their own games — and so usually had to wait until either Christmas or my birthday to get ahold of new releases — the idea of something having that kind of mileage seemed too good to be true. After all, I could make my sojourn in Cyrodill last for as long as I conceivably wanted and it was thus ideal for tiding me over during that agonising stretch between Decembers.
My sense of wanderlust carried over into some of Oblivion’s (similarly massive) contemporaries as well, like Grand Theft Auto 4, Mass Effect and fellow Bethesda stablemate; Fallout 3. Indeed, I really was a big proponent of these sandboxes for a while and, looking back, it’s crazy to think how many hours I’d willingly sink into even the genre’s weakest specimens (i.e. The Godfather II or the Mercenaries series).
How times have changed! Because, nowadays, there’s nothing that turns me off an open-world game more than discovering that it plans to occupy me for weeks on end with bottomless reams of content, and procedurally-generated fluff that only serves to bump up its “How Long to Beat” metrics.
I’m a grown adult with shit to do and a 9-5 job, so can’t possibly hope to fit several of these Homeric epics into my schedule month after month. At best I can maybe squeeze in a couple of them per year, but I’d much rather sample a wider range of titles than let a handful of unwieldy behemoths dominate my life anyway.
Alas, it feels like AAA releases are only moving further in this direction and getting more bloated as they each try to outdo one another, in what increasingly resembles a nuclear arms race. And I get it, I really do! Development budgets are spiralling out of control; there’s always pressure to offer more bang-for-your-buck than the other guy; and every publisher under the sun wants to produce the next “biggest game ever.”
It’s perfectly understandable then that all of these modern blockbusters are forced to have sprawling maps that are littered with collectibles, innumerable enemy outposts, and an inexhaustible supply of copy-pasted activities to keep you in their thrall. On paper, it’s a sensible business decision that maximises a title’s value for money and broadens its appeal.
Yet I don’t subscribe to this notion that bigger is automatically better. On the contrary, it’s often a red flag for me, as I assume the game in question is just being padded out to tick a corporate-mandated box. For instance, when the studio behind Dying Light 2 proudly boasted that their sequel would take up to 500 hours to beat (admittedly for a completionist run) I couldn’t have “noped” out of that proposition faster.
There are obviously some exceptions (Breath of the Wild, The Witcher 3 and Red Dead Redemption 2 spring to mind) but, for the most part, it feels like open worlds aren’t about giving you fulfilling things to do anymore, so much as they’re about maintaining constant player-engagement. Whether it’s fun or not.
It’s for this reason that I mainly gravitate towards more disciplined, linear experiences that I know will respect my time and make every last nanosecond count. It’s probably why I’m drawn to horror titles in particular, as they tend to be all killer, no filler.
Take 2023’s release slate for example! In the same timespan that it would take you to grind through roughly half of Starfield (most of which would be spent navigating its maddening U.I. and sprinting through barren expanses of nothingness), you’d be able to complete amazing gems like Dead Space, Resident Evil 4, The Outlast Trials, Amnesia: The Bunker, Dredge and Killer Frequency. The choice is a no-brainer in my opinion!
With that said, I was initially apprehensive when I learned that Alan Wake 2 was going to have quasi-open-world environments and even a few side-quests, because that idea seemed to fly in the face of what made its predecessor so damn addictive. Indeed, the original game was punchy and concise — broken up into digestible little “episodes” that were all too easy to binge. Every other minute would deliver an electrifying set piece, a quirky moment of surrealism or a head-spinning narrative revelation, but one thing it absolutely didn’t have was superfluous padding.
As such, I was concerned that some of this tight focus would be lost as the scope widened for its sequel, heralding that dreaded glut of open-world busywork. I didn’t want it to become just another drawn-out slog that outstays its welcome and artificially boosts its runtime with repetitive chores. That’s the exact opposite of what Alan Wake should be!
Fortunately, it turned out that I was worrying over nothing. In fact, Alan Wake 2’s optional distractions and detours ended up being some of my personal highlights from this survival horror masterpiece; enhancing the overall experience instead of diluting it.
A World Actually Worth Exploring

For a start, it helps that the environments here warrant touring in their own right and that would still be the case if there wasn’t even any gameplay incentive for doing so. It should go without saying, but one of the most important parts of creating an open world is making sure that it’s got enough personality to make you want to hang around in it and Bright Falls has that in spades.
A small town with a parochial outlook on just about everything, it’s fascinating to simply wander its streets and mingle with the eccentric locals. This is the kind of community where everybody knows their neighbours’ business and — bar recent supernatural occurrences — the most newsworthy event in the calendar is an annual deer-hunting festival. It feels intimate and lived-in, in a way that very few game words do.
After all, there’s a sense of artifice to the settings of, say, Forspoken or Ghost of Tsushima. Sure, they’re very grand and expansive (and at times, even beautiful) but the trade-off for this immense scale is that they’re also quite sterile. Everything in them seems to exist solely for the player. Villages are there to be liberated and nothing more, wildlife is either immediately hostile or else it’s part of some kind of transactional activity, infrastructure has apparently been built with your unique traversal abilities in mind, and passers-by are nought but set dressing. Obviously, this is the case with most games, but it comes across as especially phoney in those instances.
Conversely, you do buy into the illusion that the diegesis of Alan Wake continues to exist when you’re not around. I believe in Bright Falls as a real place. I believe in its quaint diners, its viscous mayoral race (with bizarre smear campaigns accusing one side of killing pets), its tourism trade based around elaborate bird feeders, its grizzly urban legends, and the folkloric history of Cauldron Lake. I also believe it’s such a humdrum municipality that the local disc jockey has to fill air time by ranking his favourite benches.
To me, this town is as well-realised and fleshed out as its clear inspirations in Twin Peaks or Derry, Maine. Like those fictional communities, it’s so oddly specific and rich in detail that it ends up feeling more alive than the populous streets of New York in Spider-Man or the supposedly bustling hub of New Atlantis in Starfield. I am an interloper on these streets, not the protagonist around whom everything else centres.
Because it all rings so true, I am compelled to explore and appreciate the weird little idiosyncrasies that Remedy took the time to feature. I want to pop by the jail and check in on those drunkards who keep getting locked up, even though there’s no practical reward for it whatsoever. Likewise, I am determined to find out what the deal is with that lonely old woman who keeps feeding the pigeons in the park and I’ll obsessively pour through every edition of the Bright Falls Chronicle — to read up on the human interest stories, and the competition to name a fabled lake monsters that looks suspiciously like a half-submerged log.
Meanwhile, over in the neighbouring town of Watery, I find myself drawn to the beverage-themed amusement park, Coffee World, and the small hut that’s used by old folks as both a makeshift sauna and a drinking spot. I sometimes just put the controller down for a good few minutes and listen to those OAPs humorously bicker about the noise levels and the availability of beer. It’s honestly a far more entertaining way of interacting with a game world than going through the tedious drudgery (popularised by Ubisoft) of clearing out multitudinous bandit camp or removing pesky objective markers from the map.
The Joy of Discovery

On that note, I love how organically you happen across these points of interest in Alan Wake 2. Your HUD isn’t cluttered with obnoxious icons, because Remedy isn’t terrified that you’ll miss something if they don’t spoon-feed it to you. Rather, they have complete faith in their product and trust that you’ll want to seek out these curiosities for yourself, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t catch every last detail on a first visit.
As such, there’s a real thrill of discovery whenever you unearth something cool, be it a neat reference to the Federal Bureau of Control or one of those hilariously awkward Koskela brother commercials. Similarly, when traversing the Dark Place you might spot a bit of graffiti that slyly nods towards events from the first game or unpack the lore behind a haunted hotel that bears more than a passing resemblance to the Overlook. These are finds that you came across entirely on your own and it’s all the more rewarding for that. In that sense, it reminded me a lot of this year’s equally brilliant Dredge, which also eschewed the conventional wisdom of open-world design in favour of a more hands-off approach.
I love when games encourage you to stray from the beaten path and go hunting for adventure in this way, as opposed to handing it all to you on a silver platter. It’s why titles like Elden Ring or Tears of the Kingdom keep people coming back for more, just in case they’ve missed something compelling.
That being said, Alan Wake 2 does have a pretty useful map system that can help you get your bearings in Bright Falls (as well as in the far less navigable Dark Place). Smartly taking a cue from the Silent Hill franchise, your atlas here will be freshly printed and squeaky clean when you first pick it up, only showing what you’d expect to see in a standard tourist leaflet or city ordinance document. Yet as you explore deeper, Saga/ Alan will begin to scribble on their respective maps, taking note of any recognisable landmarks they see, as well as geographical obstructions, locked doors, unfinished puzzles, and so on.
These handy jottings will then allow you to orient yourself in levels when you eventually backtrack to them, or go looking for any outstanding collectibles, in a way that feels truly immersive. It’s like you’re a proper detective figuring things out, instead of someone who is just blindly following waypoints that have been gifted to them by an omniscient developer. Not only that, but the mechanic pushes you to actively seek out any blank spots on your map, as those will remain a complete mystery until you do and there’s something so intensely fulfilling about watching the empty spaces get filled in.
All Killer, No Filler

Of course, it’s all and well good having a map that’s satisfying to parse, but it obviously needs to lead to valuable treasures. So to speak.
Fortunately, Alan Wake 2 has only the coolest shit to find. There are no obligatory radio towers to climb here, no recycled enemy outposts to wipe out (in fact, Taken encounters are refreshingly scarce, making them more of an event when they do occur) and no meaningless collectibles. Everything is substantive and has a purpose.
As Saga, you’ll be on the lookout for mind palace clues and manuscript pages that give you a deeper insight into the narrative, while Pat Maine’s radio broadcasts regale you with a fascinating tale of a presumed-dead jerky magnate. When it comes to loot, you can pillage caches that contain the type of supplies you always need in survival horror and even the odd firearm. Said weapons can then be upgraded with the resources you scavenge from lunchboxes dotted around Bright Falls (which themselves have their own unique backstory) and there are also some fun riddles to solve that allow you to reshape your surroundings by effectively playing with dolls.
On the Alan side of things, there are echoes of the past —featuring some dazzling blends of live-action and CG footage — Alex Casey easter eggs —that are bound to delight fans of a certain other Remedy franchise — and Words of Power upgrades that will test the limits of your observational skills. Not to mention, you can always experiment with Alan’s writerly talents to see just how malleable the Dark Place really is, unlocking shortcuts and triggering new events.
The point is that all of these activities are enjoyable in their own right and yield fruitful rewards. Ticking them off doesn’t feel like an obligation then, but rather something that you are driven to do. And that’s rarer than you might think nowadays.
With all of that said, hopefully, other developers will take notes from games like Alan Wake 2 when designing their open worlds in the future. Its tighter focus, emphasis on quality over quantity and keen understanding of what makes exploration fun to begin made this a much-needed breath of fresh air.

Editorials
Before ‘The Blair Witch Project’, ‘Alien Autopsy’ Showed How Real Found Footage Could Feel
The line separating artist from con man is a lot thinner than you might initially believe. While I think we can all agree that lying for the sake of profit is actively malicious behavior, isn’t it also true that the faux documentary aspect of The Blair Witch Project is half the reason why that film became such a cultural phenomenon? After all, if there’s one thing filmmakers have in common with stage magicians, it’s that misleading and misdirecting audiences is simply part of the job.
That’s why I’ve developed a habit of mostly ignoring the moral quandaries behind many of film and television’s biggest “hoaxes” in favor of appreciating the narrative elements that drive productions like Mermaids: The Body Found and even Animal Planet’s highly underrated The Cannibal in the Jungle. However, if there’s a definitive case of a highly publicized broadcast fooling the world into taking it seriously, it has to be Fox’s infamous 1995 TV special Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction.
It’s been over three decades since that eerie footage first haunted television screens right at the peak of the ’90s ufology craze, and in that time, the video has taken on a life of its own. From countless parodies and references in everything from The X-Files to Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater (as well as John Dower’s recently released tell-all documentary The Alien Autopsy Scandal, which I’d highly recommend to genre fans everywhere), there’s no denying the legacy of the Alien Autopsy video. However, I rarely see the tape discussed as what it truly is: a highly convincing found footage film directed by a passionate stage magician and brought to life by masterful practical effects work.
That’s why I’d like to invite readers to join me on a deep dive into one of the most infamous broadcasts of all time in an attempt to reevaluate the footage as a fascinating narrative experience rather than a complete hoax.
The TV Special That Convinced Millions It Was Real

Ray Santilli next to Extraterrestrial replica in ‘The Alien Autopsy Scandal’
For starters, regardless of whether or not you believe that there was in fact an extraterrestrial crash in Roswell during the summer of 1947 and that some form of autopsy was performed on the victims, the producers behind the black & white recordings, Ray Santilli and Gary Shoefield, insist that their video was a “restoration.” Though I’d argue that the proper word is “remake”of genuine footage that was too damaged to air on television. That’s why the duo went on to recruit filmmaker and eccentric magician Spyros Melaris and sculptor/monster designer John Humphreys to bring their version of the autopsy to life and sell it to the highest bidder.
This is where the story of the Alien Autopsy as a narrative experience really begins. Melaris claims that his approach to the faux recording consisted of striving for extreme period accuracy in both shooting equipment and setting while also planting subtle details that would initially seem like mistakes but could later be revealed to actually fit the time period. That being said, the filmmaker was under the impression that the short would be released for free as a PR stunt, with the team later producing and selling an informative documentary chronicling exactly how the footage was faked and commenting on how easy it is to manipulate public perception with a good old-fashioned magic trick.
This obviously isn’t how things went down, and that’s likely the reason why Melaris has since distanced himself from everyone else involved with the project. Yet, no amount of behind-the-scenes drama can undermine the genuine effort that went into making the short as impressive as it is. From the sourcing of real animal organs from a local butcher to make the organic part of the creature more lifelike to the highly detailed sculpt that made use of a hollowed-out underlayer that could be filled with fake blood and assorted viscera, there’s a reason why so many Hollywood specialists are still impressed with the artistry on display here.
Of course, the believability is only half the story, as I think that the best part of the autopsy is how Melaris builds on the existing tension by obscuring certain details and often embracing the chaos of what a real examination of extraterrestrial life could feel like. The camera often goes out of focus at just the right time to make certain effects hit even harder, and we can only speculate as to what the hazmat-suited doctors are gesticulating about during the operation. There’s a real air of mystery to the whole thing that almost makes it feel like a cosmically terrifying, cursed film containing forbidden knowledge that civilians were never meant to see.
So when Fox’s Fact or Fiction brings in the specialists to comment on the film and its otherworldly subject, it’s no surprise that we end up with one of the most memorable mockumentaries of all time – albeit one where the participants are unaware that the footage they’re commenting on is basically a large-scale practical joke. A joke that the network was obviously in on, as many participants claim that the TV special cut out significant portions where guests point out that they believe the footage to be an elaborate hoax.
The Lasting Impact of the Hoax Turned Cultural Event

Regardless, I remember going to bed terrified after watching reruns of the special and thinking about the respected pathologist who claimed that the body was almost certainly inhuman, with even effects maestro Stan Winston commenting on how difficult it would be to recreate some of these visuals through practical puppetry. That’s not even mentioning Jonathan Frakes’ dramatic hyping up of the disturbing imagery as if he was talking about the tape from The Ring, with his spooky demeanor here likely being responsible for his later role as the host of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction a few years later.
Personally, I’d argue that the Alien Autopsy phenomenon had just as much of an impact on me as a horror fan as The Blair Witch Project, a film that was almost certainly influenced by the success of this immensely popular hoax (to the point where they even produced their own TV special commenting on Heather’s found footage). Even if Fox didn’t intend to produce a narrative feature about the aftermath of the Roswell crash, the end product still holds up remarkably well as a highly entertaining mockumentary exploring the idea that we may not be alone in the universe.
While neither Santilli nor the rest of the production team has ever commented on this, I also think it’s very likely that the idea of a faux Alien Autopsy could have been influenced by Dean Alioto’s The McPherson Tape/UFO Abduction. I’ve already written about how this granddaddy of found footage was co-opted by rogue ufologists who began selling bootlegs of the tape at conventions as if it were real evidence of a close encounter, so it’s not that much of a stretch to imagine that Santilli and company could have heard about this phenomenon and been inspired to come up with their own highly profitable hoax.
At the end of the day, it’s unlikely that the Alien Autopsy film is recreating any real footage from Roswell, but I can still appreciate the short and the accompanying television event as a standalone horror story that still influences the way we see found footage to this very day.
After all, the possibility that something could be real is often much scarier than finding out for sure – and that’s why I think Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction is still worth revisiting three decades down the line.
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