Post by mr. worncoat on Nov 27, 2010 4:34:20 GMT
First off, yes, I very seriously would want to live in Silent Hill and/or its surrounding area. Why? Because there's no bullshit. In the world we find ourselves in, everybody gets away with screwing around in reckless abandon. In Silent Hill, the reality of the human condition is brought to your face and you will deal with it. All the petty things that distract us are shown as the silly little quaint irrelevencies that they are, and we're back to the truth of all matters: organisms manipulating what they can to gain the upperhand whenever it shows itself. It's a clearer image of what already is.
Or that's what I put into it, and, as we know, one should never make more out of any video game than what it is, but, anyway, to follow that up, I'd probably be the reason for my own death.
I'd know well enough to keep up against buildings, creep and run when it's called for, and hide out in whatever building I can that's near to some source of food.
And while I'm hanging around waiting for whatever happens, I'd want to work out a few experiments. Do these things have insides? What do they look like? Are they edible? If I can cook these things, then I'll be able to last longer. Maybe build up a reliable shelter and, again, wait for somebody to pass by. If I can get another person or two, we can travel out for something better. Sad thing is, that'd be what would get me killed. Seeing as Silent Hill likes to manifest people, my dependency on others would probably whip up something that'd lead me to my doom.
If I could explore anything, I'd check out the area behind Middlewich School, the shops, and down along Toluca lake towards the amusement park. There's got to be things around there worth finding.
As for Silent Hill moments, my long history of working night shift has given me the joy of driving through dense fogs on multiple instances. It might be a bit odd, but a good, dense fog makes me giddy. Seriously. The last moment I recall is some weeks ago, when a deep fog was out in the hours just before sunrise. The lights from the parking lot gave this eeriness, and you literally couldn't see more than twenty feet away from you. What's great, too, is that where I live now, we have sirens that go off every now and then. Every time I'm around at night to hear them, I have to stop, look out at nothing, and think, "If only".
Maybe when I die and my brain shuts itself down, my final thoughts will be lost in something I can't get without my own means to recreate in a limited way. It'd be a nice way to go.
Or that's what I put into it, and, as we know, one should never make more out of any video game than what it is, but, anyway, to follow that up, I'd probably be the reason for my own death.
I'd know well enough to keep up against buildings, creep and run when it's called for, and hide out in whatever building I can that's near to some source of food.
And while I'm hanging around waiting for whatever happens, I'd want to work out a few experiments. Do these things have insides? What do they look like? Are they edible? If I can cook these things, then I'll be able to last longer. Maybe build up a reliable shelter and, again, wait for somebody to pass by. If I can get another person or two, we can travel out for something better. Sad thing is, that'd be what would get me killed. Seeing as Silent Hill likes to manifest people, my dependency on others would probably whip up something that'd lead me to my doom.
If I could explore anything, I'd check out the area behind Middlewich School, the shops, and down along Toluca lake towards the amusement park. There's got to be things around there worth finding.
As for Silent Hill moments, my long history of working night shift has given me the joy of driving through dense fogs on multiple instances. It might be a bit odd, but a good, dense fog makes me giddy. Seriously. The last moment I recall is some weeks ago, when a deep fog was out in the hours just before sunrise. The lights from the parking lot gave this eeriness, and you literally couldn't see more than twenty feet away from you. What's great, too, is that where I live now, we have sirens that go off every now and then. Every time I'm around at night to hear them, I have to stop, look out at nothing, and think, "If only".
Maybe when I die and my brain shuts itself down, my final thoughts will be lost in something I can't get without my own means to recreate in a limited way. It'd be a nice way to go.