![]() If they felt the bridge helped them, they could “like” it, which made it more visible to more players. When I built a bridge across a chasm, other players in other games could see that bridge. As I journeyed, I saw the ladders, ropes, and other assorted improvements other players had laid down. Part of the magic of Death Stranding is that you aren’t rebuilding America by yourself. To traverse these dangers, I used ladders and ropes, built bridges and even reconstructed portions of America’s highway system. ![]() So I had to make my own paths up mountains, across rivers, and around gorges. Thanks to the Timefall, America’s infrastructure is gone. The bulk of Death Stranding is about walking between these different human settlements. Along the way, he’ll help people get the supplies they need and rescue his estranged sister, who’s been kidnapped by terrorists. Sam’s job is to move from the East Coast to the West Coast, connecting America’s cities and settlements to the Chiral Network. has developed a new technology, a form of instant communication called the Chiral Network. On her deathbed, she gives Sam a mission: reconnect America. Sam is a courier, and his adopted mother also happens to be the President of what’s left of the United States. The countryside is populated by people living in bunkers, unforgiving terrain, ghosts, and marauders.Įnter Sam Porter Bridges, played by Norman Reedus. People live in isolation, afraid to group up in cities. When a person dies, if they’re not cremated within 24 hours, their body explodes like a nuclear bomb. Timefall, the water that ages everything it touches, has replaced rain. In Death Stranding, death itself is broken, and the barrier between the living and the dead is rendered permeable. I filled a grenade with my blood, climbed to the top of a ruined building as it bubbled on the surface of the tar pool, and prayed the medical supplies would survive the encounter. The tar whale screeched and eldritch tentacles burst from its face, forming a maw designed to drag me into the world of the dead. The tar coalesced in the distance and formed a whale that swam towards me. ![]() Dilapidated buildings and ruined vehicles frothed on the surface of the black pool, relics from America’s past floating on a sea of decayed matter. I raised up, the pristine grassy landscape of America replaced by crude bubbling tar. The ghosts found me, ripping the packages from my back and flinging my body across the map. My Bridge Baby screamed a warning, but the rain had made it hard to see. I trudged across the river, and could just barely make out my destination when the ghosts came - Beached Things, BTs, the dead. Every moment I spent outside the truck degraded the medical supplies, and I had miles to go yet. And in Death Stranding, the rain ages everything it touches. It was storming, not just a light rain, but a maelstrom that reduced visibility to just a few feet ahead of me.
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