A Day in the Life...

[sunset]

Have you ever wondered what it must be like to be a nurse or a patient or a closer or any of those critters in Silent Hill? What their daily life must be like?
Well, wonder no more. ;D
I hereby invite you to speculation land.

"Dear Diary,

I just had THE most awful morning EVER!
I was minding my own business, wandering around the corridors of alchemilla hospital with my gun for no reason when this brute, this four-eyed troglodite just barged in, running around in the corridors, bumping into walls, disturbing the peace, pointing his flashlight into the patients´faces...
You know how much I HATE people checking my face in the morning, I didn´t even have my makeup on.
So, I shot him, of course.
Perfectly understandable, isn´t it?
Well, can you believe he fired back? At me? Chief nurse of this whole place?
The nerve, the GALL of this individual!
Of course, I immediately called my girl Vanessa and her trusty knife down the hall.
You KNOW that girl is Cu-razy, right?
Oh, it was FUN, we carved that boy like a turkey, sent him running. He went to this room all cut and bruised and Dr. Michaels was there waiting for him. Oh, you should hear him scream.

But it did kill the mood.
You know how I like peace and quiet and dark.
Aaaah, dark and quiet...
Tomorrow, I think I´m gonna take a stroll to my old place in Koontz street, see how the fog is doing with the place.
Ooops! Gotta go, that blonde bimbo is up to her shenanigans again.
Way she´s always in dr Kaufmann´s shadow is SO sad...."

[dreggnog]

Interesting, but despite not being totally jokey I think it would've worked in a things characters wouldn't say thread.

[sunset]

I tried to use humour because I´m weird like that but you guys can use other venues.
I´d just like to explore a bit further what it must be like to be aSilent Hill citizen.
Some of those creatures seem inteligent, they must have purposes and drives.
I hope they don´t just loiter around all day waiting for James to roll by so they can kill him.

It´s like playing those first person shooters back in the 90s.
Yes, it´s fun walking through a corridor and suddenly an being ambushed by an orc hidden behind a panel on the wall but what was he doing there in the first place?
Does he spend his days/weeks/months/years hidden there, waiting for an unfortunate person to walk by?

[Vio]

I side with Sunset on this one, this is a greater concept then just the Characters wouldn't say thread, I will post something later.

[mr. worncoat]

For a Thursday night, the bar was kind of dead. Pyramid Head sat at his usual stool at the bar, with not more than seven or eight other Pyramid Heads seated at random throughout the rest of the room. A Pyramid Head was behind the counter, cleaning out mugs, digging through peanuts, pretty much just a whole lot of nothing.

Usually on Thursdays, the guy with the piano gig, Pyramid Head, would be in at this our tossing out a few songs to help people let slip the stress of another day's work. Instead, as the Pyramid Head behind the counter told him, he had to skip the night's show for some business in some club on the other side of Toluca. So instead, the jukebox played some random song and the local news played in the TV's plastered high on the walls.

Fortunately, Pyramid Head, the guy who he sometimes ran into in the break room back at the office, came up to join him for the bar. Greeting eachother warmly, they started talking about the big news these days, that a new office was being set up for the Shephard's Glen area. Valtiel, of Valitiel Enterprises, had finally gotten a foot in the door for business to trickle in, and the board of Pyramid Head & Pyramid Head Inc. decided to move in fast to beat the competition.

Nobody ever really knew what kind of competition there was, but everyone always had the feeling that it was there, somewhere. If they weren't vigilant, then, who knows, Pyramid Head & Pyramid Head Inc.'s stock might plateau. Nobody knew what they meant either, but then that's when the argument turned to pride. After all, it was the corporation that had beaten Butcher Industrial, and they had started out as insanely strong.

Soon, a few other Pyramid Heads joined in on the uplifting news, as did the Pyramid Head who was minutes ago so interested in his mindless tasks behind the counter, and, to great humor amongst them all, one of them took to the piano and started up the company's jingle.

Pyramid Head reflected on how quickly the atmosphere changed from the dreariness before. These were good times, and he was sharing them with good people. Any possible end to it looked a long ways away from where he sat. Taking another glass of ale, he raised it to the clown bashing away at the piano. With no doubt in his mind, today was a good day. Tomorrow, well, no reason for it to be any different.