Blood-drunk shooter Ultrakill is back with a whole hellworld full of lies, portals and non-Euclidean spaces

Do you like architecture that plays tricks on you? That painting of some books outside the lockers in the British Library that bends queasily as you approach, revealing itself to be a horrible wedge of tomeflesh, projecting outward into our realm like some dead author's imprisoned soul? I guess you’ll be playing the new Ultrakill update then. It introduces the eighth layer of Hell, Fraud, in which nothing you perceive with your eyes can be trusted.