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    1.62 MB Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:28 No.7579522  
    Tell me /tg/, what is your "silent hill"?

    What does the Otherworld take from your psyche to assault you with?

    What hell does this nightmarish realm twist itself into just for you?
    >> Melo The Yellow 01/13/10(Wed)21:30 No.7579545
    Death itself.

    Get away from me you bald motherfucker!
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/13/10(Wed)21:32 No.7579575
    well there are certainly no sexual motifs in mine

    but there are lots of cameras, horrible soul ripping cameras
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:32 No.7579576
    The thing with Silent Hill is; no one knows what kind of hell awaits them until they get there. It's just THAT damn good at fucking with its victims.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:32 No.7579586
    my silent hill is /d/

    and /b/

    with a touch of /an/
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 01/13/10(Wed)21:33 No.7579598
    You know that new Silent Hill? The Wii one?

    That. Ice, everywhere. That's my hell.

    It would probably make me betray and disappoint people. Ugh.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:35 No.7579625
    A hobbling creature with a broken computer monitor for a head, attacking me with scissors and razor blades it pulls out of its rotting, bloated genitalia.
    >> monotreeme 01/13/10(Wed)21:36 No.7579628
    you are now trying to imagine a person for whom even silent hill holds no terror...

    and he is your latest DM
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 01/13/10(Wed)21:36 No.7579635
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:41 No.7579705

    Basically me from when I was a Christfag, and of two minds about my porn habits.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:43 No.7579738

    What...I...shit, man.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:48 No.7579803
    wouldn't that just be "a well adjusted, decent person with no major hang-ups, issues, or complexes?"

    a faceless nurse monster is kind of nebulously scary, true. but it only manifest because of the guilt complex and self loathing based upon his murder of his wife for her cancer.
    >> Lace 01/13/10(Wed)21:51 No.7579845
    Loneliness. Fear. For some reason I imagine homosexuality. Children with knives. Women that don't love me.
    People facing away from me. Being ignored. Loneliness in a sea of people.

    I imagine your Silent Hill would have a lot of bondage.

    >> monotreeme 01/13/10(Wed)21:51 No.7579857
    or its someone who the town could not scare. no matter what.

    or it's someone who scared the town itself...
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)21:53 No.7579879
    Beautiful women, trapped behind unbreakable glass.

    A spectral chld appears to me every so often. Each time he grows larger and more monsterous.

    People that look like me are being crucified on every corner of the town. Sometimes one of them is taken down to be eaten.

    Every hour I vomit pictures and words from my mouth and promptly forget them.

    I never sleep because I know someone is trying to kill me. I know who it is but not who they look like.
    >> Lace 01/13/10(Wed)21:59 No.7579977
    >Beautiful women, trapped behind unbreakable glass.
    This, only they're not just beautiful women, they're people being tortured or killed.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:03 No.7580038
    Tzeentch. Like, being confronted by
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:04 No.7580051
    I was thinking of making a thread like this a while ago, only i would post my 'silent hill fuel' then the awesome DMs and writefags of /tg/ could tell me what i encounter. Obviously it wont be pitch perfect, i can only reveal so much about my deepest desires and fears in a string of text on an image board, but it'll be fun none the less. Lets try it?

    My silent hill fuel:
    I am a quiet cowardly person.
    I would prefer to hide than help defend a friend.
    I hate confrontation.
    I am a pervert.
    I wish to hurt and rape people and animals (yes, rape too. Not furry).
    I am a closet pedophile.
    I am ruled by fear of unwarranted violence.
    I am paranoid of other people, keep various makeshift weapons about the house and keep tabs on everything in my house.
    I find it hard to trust others.
    I yearn to be a successful social being but i feel something preventing me from being that, whenever i try i end up feeling depressed asif i have betreyed myself.

    What can y'all make of that? I think this is going to be harder than i originally thought.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:07 No.7580099
    You're fucked up. Get psychiatric help,
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/13/10(Wed)22:10 No.7580137
    >I imagine your Silent Hill would have a lot of bondage.

    but i would like that
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:15 No.7580228

    I dont think that is true. I take pride in being brutally honest with myself. Alot of people dont like to dig deep and answer troubling questions about themselves like i have done. I only wish to know myself as much as i possibly can and im willing to be 100% honest in order to do that.
    I dont want to pull the wool over my own eyes, i have no need to feel shame when only i know the truths.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:16 No.7580235

    Late at night, the inner-city. Blackmen in old yellow raincoats with darks tains are following you, but you can only ever see them in the conner of your eye. If the get close enough they scream radio static at you and attempt to drag you away. You can never stop running. They will never leave you alone
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:17 No.7580252
    It would be bad bondage though.

    It would be boring bondage.

    It would be a grey cubicle job in Dilbert's company.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:23 No.7580356
    >scream radio static at you

    Fuck off. This has been one of my most vivid recurring nightmares since i was a child. The most memorable one was me, as a child, under a red car fixing it. My mom comes out of the house and talks to me but all that comes out is a loud forceful radio static. Its all i can hear, it fills my entire soul with dread to hear it. My dad shortly walks up the driveway, staring at me with his mouth wide open releasing this demonic chorus of static, eyes black and piercing through my very being. Cut to a fast zoom in of the black eyes and louder and louder static, filling my brain and vibrating through my skull.

    I wont sleep tonight.
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/13/10(Wed)22:25 No.7580372
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:30 No.7580456
    fuck, got me.

    fucking messiah complex. really, really unable to accept when I can't help someone. the idea of it being such a meager barrier and still somehow preventing it would fuck me up.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:33 No.7580504
    It would start with sirens. Not just because Silent Hill, because sirens mean one of my worst nightmares is about to show up.

    Tornados. Whirling, shrieking cyclones of death rip through the area, destroying buildings, turning everything around me into shrapnel, stripping the very land itself down to a blasted, dark hellscape as they pass, sirens blaring. The sirens fade into the background as I am left alone, in dire need of shelter. Whenever I am outside, I constantly feel watched, yet totally alone, at the same time. When I get into a strong, windproof building, the wind still howls like screams and whispers outside, the sirens taunting me at the edge of my perception. I hear scuttling in the halls just ahead of me and right behind me, but I never see what's there. In the building is a tableau of all I hate about myself, every self loathing on display like a grotesque gallery. Once I am inside, I can't get out, for outside is nothing but tornados now, battering on the walls. All I can do is go deeper, to see more of my own failures, which get worse and worse as I go farther in, and the creatures I share my space with get closer and closer and still remain hidden.

    When I get to the center of the building, I see my entire mind laid bare like a cadaver on a slab, and my friends finally make their appearance.

    Spiders. Giant, scuttling, thin-legged spiders composed of the very essence of my worst and most hated memories, my most repressed urges and thoughts. As they close in, the building finally gives way to the winds, and is blown away, along with the ground, leaving me on a patch of ground floating above an abyss as the spiders continue towards me. Everything fades to black as the sirens blare.
    >> ツチリンホン !!oFfTjYBsiuC 01/13/10(Wed)22:35 No.7580534
    A city filled with dirt and grime. Everything is disgusting to touch and leaves a stain of filth on your skin that you just can't wash off.

    The monsters would probably look like enslaved girls who constantly rip and tear at their faces in an attempt to change them, they pull on their hair to make it grow longer, and they bend their knees and waist to make themselves look shorter. Their bodies are adorned with charms of 'good fortune' for the future. Their method of attack is patient stalking methods, creeping from one corner to the next. It's extremely obvious that they are there [they're very poor at hiding themselves], but they never surrender the hunt. Eventually, out of nowhere, they instantly snap and lunge for a kill, starved for attention and desperately hungry.
    >> Lace 01/13/10(Wed)22:39 No.7580587
    The people that you meet on your journey through the town will die because you are too afraid to help them. You will meet them again, though, in twisted forms where they blame you for their deaths, over and over again. "YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!"
    You will be confronted by disproportionate children, with the genitals of adults. These will be like the ash babies from Silent Hill, twisted and crying out in pain. They will force you to have sex with them. They will claw at you, crying in pain as they do hold you down in packs and take turns spearing their lust-burned flesh on your cock.
    I think that one of the biggest things is that you'd be stalked by your own inner demon, a tortured version of you with a face strapped up in belts; long, predatory claws tearing into flesh, and a raging hard on.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:39 No.7580589
    No sound.

    >> Lace 01/13/10(Wed)22:42 No.7580627
    I'm not some bleeding heart 'save the children' person, but...

    Seeing people in pain, I cannot live with myself if I don't try to do something. Seeing that, and then being unable to do anything about it? It's... painful. And yeah, it is a bit narcissistic, I guess, because I want to be someone's hero. But I can't watch people suffer.

    Oh. Also that scene from Jacob's Ladder, during the hospital.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:44 No.7580662
    >You will be confronted by disproportionate children, with the genitals of adults. These will be like the ash babies from Silent Hill, twisted and crying out in pain. They will force you to have sex with them. They will claw at you, crying in pain as they do hold you down in packs and take turns spearing their lust-burned flesh on your cock.

    Holyshit, this sounds like an ex-girlfriend. I'm so fucking hard right now, I could cum without touching myself.
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    You got ISSUES man.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:56 No.7580853
    -Near constant darkness, with lights spread out here and there.
    -Lots of dark cramped tunnels to crawl through to get from area to are.
    -Mirrors showing different reflections of me. Sometimes a mutilated freak, sometimes a fat balding man, sometimes with no face.
    -My hair falling out one day then returning the next. Or sometimes it falls out for longer.
    -Large creatures like centipedes that crawl on the ground, weaving back and forth, that latch onto you and slowly eat you.
    -Decaying, mutilated, but relatively in tact corpses that watch me. Often times after waking up they are laying in bed with me staring at me, inches away from my face. In the streets they sometimes get right next to me, staring and standing around me. They never attack, but they are everywhere and they never stop staring. Sometimes they stand in doorways, so when I open a door they are right there.

    I have a lot of transgender issues, but I'm not sure how it would play into Silent Hill.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)22:59 No.7580894

    >I have a lot of transgender issues, but I'm not sure how it would play into Silent Hill.

    You poor naive soul. Silent Hill has a motherfucking field day with sexual hangups. It's like a fat man slathering himself in barbecue sauce and parachuting into a cannibal village.
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/13/10(Wed)23:01 No.7580931
    Thinking about it more, mine would be a cross between a sensory deprivation tank and morally uptight 50's sitcom suburb where there is no sex or deviancy and there are cameras watching everything.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:08 No.7581026
    Crucified copies of me and my closest friends are strung up across the town like gruesome Christmas decorations, the copies of me still alive.
    Rampaging bands of berserk, human-like things (think the Infected from 28 Days Later) sweep through the town, mutilating the crucified and slaughtering anything they come across. Each of them has my face.
    A giant figure stalks the streets, gleefully destroying any that he comes across. He is clad in blood red armour and brandishes a giant greatsword in his right hand, the fingers of the left hand having been replaced with cruel talons. His head is more a helmet than an actual head (think something like Protoman's head, but fully covered and more angular), with a horizontal, jagged crack across where the mouth should be. The only thing that can be seen of his eyes through the helmet are his orange irises. Should the faceplate of the helmet be removed, his face, or rather, my face, but with orange irises, is revealed, the skin and helmet blending together at the edges of the face.
    Finally, the town itself has a penchant for throwing me into situations without any time to prepare or plan, and will pick situations specifically based on what the worst could happen (e.g. enemies attacking just as I run out of ammunition or try to reload).
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:19 No.7581184
    I never played Silent Hill, so I wouldn't get the jist of how the monsters of my mind would play out. However, if one kind anon would indulge me.

    -I have a high IQ, but am too lazy to actually fucking use it.
    -I'm highly paranoid in public places.
    -I have anger issues with places of education (schools, colleges, even libraries).
    -Most of my hesitation in actions comes from fear of punishment.
    -I am sexually submissive.
    -I'm self-loathing.
    -Blood and violence makes me hungry.

    What can you make of this?
    >> Sascha 01/13/10(Wed)23:20 No.7581204
    You copied what I said in chat :p
    basically I would imagine it being cold grey rainy days in a 50's sitcom suburb, except worse, no sex or drugs or music or anything interesting at all, my senses would be poor and everyone would be way too cheery but also have nothing interesting to talk about at all, ever.
    There wouldn't be any mirrors or cameras though, I'd enjoy that too much.
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/13/10(Wed)23:22 No.7581225
    I do believe I said I was going to

    we would end up with similar scenarions
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:26 No.7581274

    Silent Hill, at least the way I understand it (fans are notoriously weird about what 'Silent Hill' means), lures people to it who have issues. It then lures them deeper inside, into the Otherworld, where it can manifest a world designed around their problems, their hang-ups, their fears. James Sunderland, sexually repressed doofus, had an otherworld of pulsating, fleshy decay, with HIGHLY sexualized monsters. Alessa Gillespie, horrifically burned and tortured child-mother of a cult's God, has the iconic blood-n-rust Otherworld that's become the default for lazy people who forgot what Silent Hill 2 set in place.

    For you, perhaps, your Otherworld would have walls like chalkboards, covered in deranged scribbles, a labyrinth full of teeming shades while distant stacks of books pile up into the heavens. Your monsters are imposing, dominating, faceless authority figures. Whenever you lash out in rage at the knowledge around you, they punish you by slicing you up with razor-sharp rulers.

    Of course, you can't exactly make a complex, interwoven monstrous reflection of somebody's psyche without really BEING that person, or being really fucking good at writing.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:27 No.7581296
    Spiders, darkness, lack of anything that can be used as a weapon, could very well pull on my /d/ stuff.

    One of the big issues is that while I scare pretty easily, I turn out to be more of a badass than normal when scared. Silent hill might have to take that into consideration
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:28 No.7581314
    So you're like every other loser?
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:30 No.7581338
    I want to give you a great big fucking bearhug right now.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:31 No.7581354
    Mine would involve my dad, mom, sister, and brother. Each one would take turns being hateful and utterly destructive towards me, sexually interested, or emotionally cold and blaming should I appeal to one for protection from the others.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:33 No.7581397
    As >>7581184 and >>7580051 have done, since I'm not overly familiar with silent hill, here's a list of stuff about my personality, and would not mind a fa/tg/uy telling me how I'm going to get fucked by the town.

    -I'm a very, very perverted person. LIke, alot of the stuff on /d/ just dosen't turn me on anymore, because I'm so used to it.
    -The idea of bondage, in the sense of 'restrictions of personal freedoms' terrifies the piss out of me. My own free will and ability to chose my actions are the most important things in the world to me.
    -I'm a bleeding heart. I hate seeing other people in pain, and I allways try to do what I can to help others, even if it means I get disadvantaged.
    -Music is a passion of mine, and I'm almost allways listening to it in some form. Silence is anathema to my comfort.
    -I eat. Alot. I love food. I hate going hungry.
    -I am addicted to information. I love reading new things, learning new things, talking to new people, using the internet for whatever, and if I go to long without it, I start suffering withdrawal like symptoms.

    So, Silen/tg/uys, what's my hell?
    >> Hol Horse 01/13/10(Wed)23:33 No.7581398
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    I'm contempt. I've never really felt true happiness, because quite frankly my life is fucking boring. A dreary landscape. Grey, blocky. Not even a fog; simply, monotone buildings.

    I have a fear of the unfinished. I rarely ever finish something I start. Unfinished architecture, hallways seeming to break away into infinate black voids of nothing.

    Self-loathing. It's not that I hate myself for what I am, but I hate that I can be so much more but I don't ever seem to change. Creatures with my own face. Not screaming, not in pain, but just a blank stare of possible confusion.

    Shame. Shame of what I'm not, shame of my own workings and doings. Shame of my own fucked-up kinks and fetishes, shame of the people around me. Everything in the town is below standards. As if it doesn't want to be there.

    Also, fish. Water and fish. I hate water. Dark water. With big, evil fish just waiting to bite your nuts off.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:34 No.7581419
    A horrific supernatural event followed by seeming "escape." A steady and increasing wrongness. Fellow escapees disappear or act like fakes wearing their skin. Family turn sullen and watchful, then have nothing to do with me. The computer, TV, and radio increasingly misbehave. People knock at the door at all hours. Sounds of violence from the apartments around me. Knowing that something followed me back.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:34 No.7581424
    Everything moves. Absolutely everything. Everything could jump out at you violently at any moment. Nowhere is safe. Everything is dangerous.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:40 No.7581519

    Well, Hell and Silent Hill are sort of different, but whatever.

    However, one easy way out for you, though maybe not in the true spirit of Silent Hill (which loves the shit out of letting you blunder around and stumble upon your own madness) is true, utter imprisonment. No monsters. No otherworld. Simply a blank 15'x15'x15 room. You are suspended in the middle by chains, and are completely bound in a full body suit so you can't even squirm. The chains are hooked through the suit into your flesh. You are blinded, deafened, you can't even groan in agony. All there is is the deafening silence of the nonexistence outside of your own head, and the pain. You are never fed, you slowly wither away, forgotten and alone as you are forced to contemplate yourself in order to not go mad from the nothingness. Eventually you'll know so much about yourself you'll go mad anyways.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:42 No.7581543
    Son of a BITCH that sounds horrible. What about in the spirit of Silent Hill?
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:45 No.7581593

    Cheap answer: Do that, and have you hallucinate your own hell in your head.

    Effort answer: The entire world is silent, and dark, like a world at night and you've gone deaf. Every now and again you see somebody on the ground slowly bleeding out, their nude forms writhing on the ground as they mutely beg you for help. When you reach out for them, you feel something in your mind YANK your hand back, controlling your body in brief moments, just enough to force you to hold back on the easy fixes and watch them die slowly before you. You continue on, and the people who have died follow you. You can't hear them, but you somehow know they're blaming you. Food here turns to dust in your mouth. You're alone with people you couldn't even apply a tourinquet to. And they're angry.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:46 No.7581601
    You know the Kokiri forest in Zelda, where you keep running and end up right where you started? Yeah, imagine that, only full of identical faceless monsters.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:46 No.7581609
    I have always been afraid, most of all, that my lies would catch up with me. Make of that what you will.
    >> Anonymous 01/13/10(Wed)23:58 No.7581745
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    ITT: The same spineless queefs who post the most utterly vapid boring shit in TVTropes' "Nightmare Fuel Unleaded" section.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)00:02 No.7581790
    Hey, messiah-types, how about this:

    You're in a dark and decrepit and LONG hallway. There are no doors, save for the one you came in and the one at the end of the hallway, which you can barely see. You start following a trail of blood leading to the door. It apears as if a bloody person was dragged, thrashing, to the door at the end. You can hear screams, a woman's screams of pain. She is being tortured, she screams for help, the pain making her hysterical. You also hear manic laughter, a voice not unlike yours saying "You can't get here in time".

    You can only run through the hallway as the screams amplify. You're at the door; on it is nailed a finger.

    When you open the door, you see that the voice in your head was right; there is blood everywhere, and the corpse of the woman sprawled on the floor. Her genitals are a mess of mangled flesh, her entire body is covered in blood and grime, bearing inhumane mutilations.

    Everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, is written " SAVE ME ".
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)00:03 No.7581805
    Every living thing would be very similar to me. The monsters would look eerily like me, following my mannerisms, my little nervous habits, and everything.
    Any townspeople I meet between the weird shit would forget me very easily, I'd constantly have to re-introduce myself to people.
    I would constantly see horrible things happening to people and be unable to stop it, or anything I could do would make it worse.

    And that's not even getting into the sexual stuff.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)00:16 No.7581972
    Please don't let this thread die.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/14/10(Thu)01:06 No.7582748
    Can do.
    Okay, I think my experience in Silent Hill would (like every game) start like a normal day in my life, but as time goes on, things start making less sense. I start to forget how I got to where I am, where I put my things etc. Then it would get worse, like I'll be with a friend I haven't seen in years in a place I recognize, but can't remember where it is (This would screw with my control complex)
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    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/14/10(Thu)01:24 No.7583054
    By the middle of the "game", my surroundings would have become a customized version of Nowhere (from the first game) where one door takes me to a darker iteration of a place unrelated to where I just came from. The monsters would be demonized versions of people close to me who fight viciously with one another, attacking everything that moves. Occasionally, I would find my pets mutilated and/or dying throughout these rooms.
    We won't even start on the necrophobia...
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)01:39 No.7583307
    My Silent Hill would be a very lonely place, occupied principally by three principal nightmare beasts and the props they need to truly come alive. One would be a horrifically deformed man whose lightest touch afflicts a similar condition on anything at all. Another would be a sinister shadow figure, preying upon doubts and creating wedges to isolate people. The last would be a hollow child, consuming feelings, actions, ideas, heat, time. Something like a very weak, very small, very stable black hole that's active on spiritual and mental dimensions.

    The Nightmare side of Silent Hill would have twisted, rusted, gore-covered clockwork components as a major theme, and every spare surface would be covered in nonsense words and disconnected phrases.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)01:41 No.7583336
    My nightmare is pyramid head. Since I was a little kid my worst nightmares have always been fighting something I couldn't hurt. Maybe I get a special bonus level for ending up remarkably sane after being raised by a fundamentalist bipolar crackhead.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/14/10(Thu)01:51 No.7583492
    In your game, you can unlock the "Nerves of Steel" ending if you can play through without using the items Antidepressant or Alcohol
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)02:08 No.7583780
    I love you guys sometimes. I think I might reiterate this "paint my Silent Hill" thread idea sometime. I don't have time to participate now D=
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)03:06 No.7584655
    nice ideas here so far.
    gives me plenty for my flash game, so thanks muchly /tg/

    That is all.

    Oh. And I've archived this for future reference.

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