Holy shit a blog about games.   

Respect.

Holy shit a blog about games.   

Respect.

I didn't find Dead Space scary, but it's still within reaching distance when put against Dead Space 2. Overall, I prefer the original over DS2 for that very atmosphere you've stated to love so much, plus with DS2 focusing too much on large, action orientated set pieces. Dead Space had such a more methodical, slower pace, and that makes my heart happy. ^___^ 
 
Also you should probably save the Plasma Cutter achievement for another playthrough, if you plan for one. The game is still easy to beat with a Plasma Cutter alone, but you might want to get your bearings with what happens when in the game to make it less frustrating. Plus you could also just head right back in with a fully upgraded Plasma Cutter and clean house!

Yep, Dead Space owned me, too. I could only play that game in 20-30 minute sessions. After that, I would be so physically exhausted from tensing all the muscles in my body that I had to take a break.
 
It's the interactivity that does it, really. Watching someone walk down the scary dark corridor in a movie is nothing; but introduce the element of agency, the knowledge that I myself have to go there, and suddenly it's horrifying.

Dead Space on hard is no joke. When I finished Dead Space 2, I honestly could not remember anything from that game, besides the frustrating last level, and the nice nod that Visceral put at the very end of the game.

" Dead Space on hard is no joke. When I finished Dead Space 2, I honestly could not remember anything from that game, besides the frustrating last level, and the nice nod that Visceral put at the very end of the game. "

" @Abyssfull: What do you by, "tolerable?" Do you mean the three save rule? Or the enemies? "

same here, i usually play for an hour or 2 then leave it a few days to let my heart get back in rhythm. 

I actually started playing with headphones, in the dark. I had to stop playing it like that because I was too scared to do anything. I could hear every hiss and clank and scratch and scream and it was fucking me up. I was getting freaked out by the background ambient clinking and groaning of the ship, let alone the wall vents and corpses that kept exploding, dropping out the ceiling or leaping out at me. I remember being killed by a necromorph that jumped out at me from a vent on the right side of a hallway, and being totally freaked. Next time I approached the vent I did so with my gun raised, edging slowly towards it, waiting for it to pop. But it didn't come out of that wall vent the second time. Oh no it didn't. It smashed through the door which was now behind me. This was the point that I realised I was well and truly being mentally violated by this game.
 
I had to stop playing it in the dark. It was either that or stop playing at all. Call me a pussy if you want, I don't care. That game is fuuuuuuuuucked up.