Stygian: Outer Gods | Daniel Upton's Notes: Alternative Means of Combat

Greetings, ladies, gentlemen, and any eldritch entities watching us from the void!

What happened in Kingsport long ago crossed the threshold of ordinary fear; and few of those who survived ever spoke of it. But sometimes, a memento of that time appears - a torn scrap of paper, a mark on the wall, a few hastily carved words - a vessel for the voices of those who lived through the nightmare.

And those voices… They can teach us how to live through it too.



Kingsport isn’t just a regular place. It’s a nexus of reality and nightmare, a place where the hero comes face to face with the forbidden - with things no human was meant to witness. Here, you don't just fight monsters - every last moment you have to fight to stay sane, while reality unravels around you. In a world like this, you need every advantage you can get, as fights in Stygian: Outer Gods are brutal and unforgiving. That is why we want to talk about what makes the game's combat system stand out - and what many players tend to overlook or underestimate, to their detriment.

Don't expect to be given an arsenal of high-powered weapons. Even though as you progress through the game, you can find various firearms, at the start, you find a knife, a rusty sickle, maybe an axe; but what many fail to realize is that almost anything you can pick up can be used in combat, amplifying your strength and improving the odds of your survival. If you wish to succeed in your quest, you need to keep in mind that In Stygian, anything can become a weapon:

• A crate on the street.

• A bucket by the well.

• A wooden chair in a forgotten room.

• A glass bottle rolling across the pub floor.

These aren’t just decorations; they become a lifeline in the most desperate of situations.

Picture it: you're wounded, bleeding, barely standing, and something terrible is closing in… You're out of bullets, and lack the strength to swing a blade anymore.
But then - your hand finds something, as you desperately scramble around - a bottle.
You barely have time to think, but some instinct buried deep down, the primal need for survival, takes over and you throw it. And while you await the inevitable as you hear the growls just a few feet away, a miracle happens; a glass shattering, and a whimper.

For one single second, the creature stumbles. And that precious second… That is all you need. To get up and flee. Or to compose yourself and finish the fight.