Crisol: An Idol Theatre – A Horror FPS Inspired by Spanish Folklore

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Okay, so there’s this game, Crisol: Theater of Idols, right? Imagine if Bioshock and Resident Evil got together and had a wild night in Spain, but, like, a really spooky version of Spain. I was wandering through these streets that felt like they’d been empty forever. You know, dodging in and out of broken shops, taking aim at these creepy zombie-ish dudes with guns that, for some reason, drink your blood to work. Yeah, weird, but kinda cool—especially when you’re hunting for those trusty bolt cutters. I mean, bolt cutters are essentially the holy grail in horror games, let’s be honest.

The world here is called Hispania… Why? No clue. But it’s all reimagined and messed up just enough to make you feel uneasy. And oh man, the guns! They’re not just weapons—they’re almost, like, characters too. Reloading means these needles pop out, poking your hand, sucking your life to keep you armed. Spine-tingling stuff. It’s like the game says, “You wanna survive? Pay up with your blood.” Pretty intense, right?

It’s a constant dance of should-I-shoot-or-save-my-blood. They do throw you these syringes to help refill your health, but really, if you run low, there are dead bodies… So yeah, not your average Sunday.

Anyway, visually, the guns are decked out with gold and red. A sort of gory glam that pops without being too loud. The environments, though? Not as exciting. The streets just blend into one another. I mean, considering how cool the enemies and weapons are, you’d expect a bit more pizzazz. Bummer.

When you start playing, bam! No delay—they just toss you right into it. Puppet-like foes lurching from the shadows. You shoot ’em, they react. Headshots, kneecaps—they crumble and crawl in horrible ways. And the weapons? Old-school power, like a throwback to BioShock’s gritty feel, unlike the snap of modern shooters. Seems like there’ll be more fun blood-sucking toys eventually. Hope so.

So, I’m walking through blocks of city, tidying away monsters, slurping up blood from—well, people aren’t moving any more, and there’s this gate. Classic lock and chain deal. Time to search for bolt cutters—again. Except there’s this massive metal beast, face of a crying lady, you know, typical Tuesday, right? Anyway, it picks me up like I’m a ragdoll.

Run! Ended up diving into a store just before it could grab me. Snagged the cutters and cleaned out the cash register—my bad—and went for the gate. But surprise surprise, Mr. Cyborg’s right there, throwing more shade my way.

Sneaking around like some wannabe ninja, found a shortcut through a fish store. Made a racket on one end, then dashed through, snip-snip with the cutters, opened the gate—holding my breath. Just squeezed through as the raging beast was getting too close for comfort.

These stealth bits, even basic ones, they added a lot to the vibe. Could be truly nerve-wracking if you have to juggle sneaking with blasting those undead ghouls. Fingers crossed they mix it all into a terrifyingly tangled web of dread and desperation by the end.

Could feel my heart ready to leap out—it’s stressful but whoever writes the rules for surviving these things, doesn’t mind serving up anxiety on a silver platter. Swear down, game’s hiding more secrets. Let’s hope it throws something fresh our way deeper into the campaign. It’s just a sneak peek, but I wouldn’t skip it—seriously curious where that Spanish spin on horror might go next.