---{ Graphics }---
☐ You forget what reality is
☐ Beautiful
☑ Good
☐ Decent
☐ Bad
☐ Don‘t look too long at it
☐ MS-DOS

---{ Gameplay }---
☑ Very good
☐ Good
☐ It's just gameplay
☐ Mehh
☐ Watch paint dry instead
☐ Just don't

---{ Audio }---
☐ Eargasm
☑ Very good
☐ Good
☐ Not too bad
☐ Bad
☐ I'm now deaf

---{ Audience }---
☐ Kids
☑ Teens
☑ Adults
☑ Grandma

---{ PC Requirements }---
☐ Check if you can run paint
☐ Potato
☑ Decent
☐ Fast
☐ Rich boi
☐ Ask NASA if they have a spare computer

---{ Game Size }---
☐ Floppy Disk
☐ Old Fashioned
☑ Workable
☐ Big
☐ Will eat 10% of your 1TB hard drive
☐ You will want an entire hard drive to hold it
☐ You will need to invest in a black hole to hold all the data

---{ Difficulty }---
☐ Just press 'W'
☐ Easy
☐ Easy to learn / Hard to master
☑ Significant brain usage
☐ Difficult
☐ Dark Souls

---{ Grind }---
☑ Nothing to grind
☐ Only if u care about leaderboards/ranks
☐ Isn't necessary to progress
☐ Average grind level
☐ Too much grind
☐ You'll need a second life for grinding

---{ Story }---
☐ No Story
☑ Some lore
☐ Average
☐ Good
☐ Lovely
☐ It'll replace your life

---{ Game Time }---
☐ Long enough for a cup of coffee
☑ Short
☐ Average
☐ Long
☐ To infinity and beyond

---{ Price }---
☐ It's free!
☑ Worth the price
☐ If it's on sale
☐ If u have some spare money left
☐ Not recommended
☐ You could also just burn your money

---{ Bugs }---
☐ Never heard of
☑ Minor bugs
☐ Can get annoying
☐ ARK: Survival Evolved
☐ The game itself is a big terrarium for bugs

---{ ? / 10 }---
☐ 1
☐ 2
☐ 3
☐ 4
☐ 5
☐ 6
☐ 7
☐ 8
☐ 9
☑ 10

---{ Author }---
☑ https://vojtastruhar.github.io/steam-review-template

The Night *Deceit* Almost Killed Me: A Nightmare of Betrayal and Madness*
I had always enjoyed a good psychological challenge. Games that mess with your mind, that force you to question every move you make—those were the ones I gravitated toward. So when I first saw *Deceit*—a social deception game where players try to uncover who among them is secretly a monster—it seemed like the perfect mix of intrigue, tension, and strategy. How wrong I was.

I downloaded *Deceit* on a whim, thinking I could breeze through a few rounds and enjoy a laugh with friends. But what happened instead changed the way I looked at gaming—and my own mental health.

The concept seemed simple enough: You’re trapped in an environment with other players, and one or more of them are infected, masquerading as regular humans. Your goal is to find the infected players, work together to survive, and escape before the monsters can kill everyone. It’s all about trust, lies, and the constant tension of trying to figure out who is friend and who is foe. It sounded like fun. Little did I know, this game would become a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

From the very first match, *Deceit* proved to be a cruel, twisted game of psychological torment. The moment the round started, I felt this odd knot of unease in my stomach. At first, it was just the usual “who’s going to betray me?” feeling that comes with these kinds of games, but as the match continued, something started to feel *off*. It was as if the tension in the air was real, not just in the game. Every player seemed so on edge. Every whisper, every accusation, every silence felt like a personal attack.

And then it happened.

I was part of a group of six, working together to gather resources and secure the map. Everything was going fine—until one of the players, *Mike*, suddenly turned into a monster. The screen went black, and I could hear his guttural growl as the atmosphere in the game shifted to pure chaos. My pulse spiked. I scrambled to fight back, but the whole thing felt like a nightmare in real time. The other players began screaming at each other, everyone pointing fingers, everyone suspicious. *Who could be trusted?* Who was lying?

I remember my hands shaking as I pressed the buttons, unsure of what was happening but instinctively trying to survive. The betrayal hit me like a punch to the gut. We had all been working together just seconds ago, and now, in the blink of an eye, everything was broken. *Mike* wasn’t the only one, though. As the game progressed, another player—*Sarah*—revealed herself as an infected as well. The horror wasn’t just in fighting the monsters—it was in the realization that I could trust no one.

I was cornered in the dark, my heart racing, trying to make a run for the exit while others hunted me down. *Deceit*’s atmosphere is built on pressure—every second feels like you’re being watched, every corner holds a hidden threat. But it wasn’t the monsters that terrified me most. No, it was the *other players*. The ones who pretended to be allies only to backstab you in the most horrifying, cold-hearted way. I could hear them accusing each other, each person more frantic and defensive than the last. My stomach churned.

I barely made it to the extraction point—sweat pouring down my face, my hands cold and trembling. I had narrowly escaped, but at what cost? The anxiety was overwhelming. The realization that I could never trust anyone again in this game, that everyone had the potential to betray you at any given moment—it stuck with me. The betrayal, the isolation, the mind games—they felt real. It wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a psychological maze with no way out.

And then came the nightmares.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of being hunted. The game had wormed its way into my mind, and I found myself lying awake at night, imagining the same sense of claustrophobia and fear that I had experienced while playing. Every little noise outside my window, every shadow that flickered in my peripheral vision made my heart race. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right.

But it didn’t stop there. Every time I logged back into *Deceit*, the anxiety got worse. The suspense, the constant fear that my friends might turn on me, that any of them might secretly be infected—it all felt like it was happening outside the game as well. I’d wake up shaking from the tension of the previous night’s session, my chest tight, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think clearly. My body was reacting to the stress like I was living in some kind of real-world nightmare. And the worst part? I couldn’t even escape it. *Deceit* wasn’t just a game anymore—it was an *obsession*. An addiction that twisted my thoughts and my emotions.

As if that wasn’t enough, I had a medical scare.

One afternoon, after a particularly brutal round of *Deceit*, I felt the familiar tightness in my chest again. But this time, it wasn’t anxiety. It wasn’t just the game messing with my head. I could feel the pressure building up, my breathing becoming more labored. I was dizzy, lightheaded, unable to focus. My vision blurred, and a cold sweat dripped down my back. Panic set in. *Was this it? Was I having a heart attack?*

I could barely stand up. My mind raced—*Is this because of the game? Is it the stress? The constant anxiety that’s been building up?*

I collapsed on the couch, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like I was dying. I managed to dial 911 between labored breaths, but it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The fear, the terror—*Deceit* had somehow pushed me to the brink. The psychological toll it took on me, the betrayal, the paranoia, the constant fight-or-flight response—it had physically manifested in my body. It wasn’t just a game anymore. It had almost killed me.

Luckily, I made it to the hospital in time, and it turned out to be a severe panic attack. But even now, months later, I can still feel the physical and emotional toll *Deceit* took on me. The game was designed to make you paranoid, to make you doubt everyone around you, but I didn’t expect it to cross the line between virtual stress and real-world panic. I didn’t expect it to mess with my head so deeply that I thought I was about to die.

It’s been hard to look at the game the same way. Every time I even think about it, I can feel that rush of anxiety. The betrayal. The terror. The *survival* instincts that the game forced me to embrace have left me with lasting emotional scars. *Deceit* is a game that plays with your mind, and in my case, it broke it. It took me to a place where I couldn’t trust my own body or my own thoughts. And worse, it almost cost me my life.

Now, when I see *Deceit* pop up in my friends’ list or hear people talk about it, a knot tightens in my stomach. I can’t bring myself to play it again. I can’t go back to that mental space. The constant fear, the betrayal, the psychological torture—it’s not something I can turn off. It’s a reminder that sometimes, a game is more than just entertainment. It can reach into places inside you that you didn’t even know existed, and when you least expect it, it can almost destroy you.

If you ever decide to play *Deceit*, just be warned. It’s not just a game. It’s a trap that can mess with your mind in ways you can’t predict—and sometimes, that’s more dangerous than any monster lurking in the shadows.

I remember enjoying this game so many years ago. It's tough to believe that time flies this fast. I have met some great people from this game. I will miss those days...