Dear Esther v1.2 (Part 1/2)

A deserted island... a lost man... memories of a fatal crash... a book written by a dying explorer.

Warm Reminder:

If you are using any plugin that forces special infected to spawn within the battlefield area, disable special infected spawning for the first 30 seconds of the M3 run. Failure to do so will result in an inevitable crash. Or install the following mod:

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3737992248 This restriction does not apply to director-controlled specials in vanilla campaign or mutation4 mode.

(Setting the power value of the Source Engine displacement system to 4 will trigger critical bugs; only the value 3 works correctly. This is also the root cause of zombies occasionally spawning too close to players in the first two chapters. This issue is currently unfixable, as resolving it would require a full map remake. I’ve minimized zombie spawns on power 4 terrain tiles as much as possible.)

Thanks: The Chinese Room, Robert Briscoe (Original author team. The team’s name carries philosophical implications. Feel free to look it up if you’re interested.)

Ending Story (English Version) — Do not read on your first playthrough(Too lengthy to display in-game, only Chinese is shown in the game.)

Dear Esther: I have burned all my possessions and books. My name and my death shall be etched upon this entire island. Who is Jacobsen? And who in this world will remember him? Donnelly once mentioned the name in ancient texts—but who was Donnelly himself? The years stretch endless. Who will keep his memory alive? To journey to where he lies, I painted with brush, carved in stone, hewed with blade. Through every hardship, I have finally arrived here. Another beach shall bear witness to my existence. I shall rise from the ocean like an island without end; hardened into unyielding rock, ascending toward the sky to become a lighthouse that will never forget you. This land will always take us in. One day, the seagulls shall return, to nest and live upon our bones and our past. I look to my left and see you, Esther. Donnelly drifts beside me like a wandering bird. I gaze far to my right, and Paul Jacobsen follows in the air. They shall trace white trails across the vast sky, stretching all the way to the mainland—the final shore where reinforcements will one day come.