Wax Works/Fridge

Fridge Horror
The PC Adventure-RPG Wax Works seems to run on Fridge Horror. At first glace it's your typical "horror game" with evil plants and zombies. When you think about it, however, it gets worse. Spoilers Ahoy!


 * The graveyard area has you hunting down an Evil Twin necromancer in a zombie-infested graveyard.
 * Towns weren't too big back then. Chances are you know every single one of the zombies attacking you and are killing your friends, family, and loved ones over and over again with each kill.
 * You "defeat" the Evil Twin by summoning your ancestors' spirits to somehow turn him into a baby. Totally weird but okay. And then you realize, he's now a helpless baby in the middle of a zombie-infested graveyard. And since your goal is to kill the evil twins what is protecting the baby...
 * Absolutely nothing! How's that for a motivation to win the game?
 * In the Jack the Ripper scenario you run into...
 * A Full-blown lynch mob roaming London looking for anyone who looks sort of like you. Add in the fact that Gin was very popular in that time period increasing the chance of the crowd being angry and drunk, and suddenly a lot of people look sort of like you. I wonder how many people died that night?
 * A man who feels that whores are replaceable objects even though he's fond of one of them.
 * Jack falls into the river and disappears. It never said that he died.
 * In the mine level you find...
 * There are several miners turning into plants. The serum that turns people into plants also controls minds. A couple miners who don't "look too strange" but have still been affected by the serum escape with you. Oh no, it can start all over again!
 * Throughout the level you are fighting various pods, vines, and "eyes". All of these are attached to a single entity: your brother. Every move you make to defend yourself is blinding him while causing excruciating agony.
 * In the final battle you win, only to become the evil twin. Your brother now will be forced to kill you as the cycle repeats itself.