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    274 KB Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:49 No.7588800  
    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?
    >> Masterfag !!wUrDqZks5cn 01/14/10(Thu)17:50 No.7588816
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:51 No.7588831
    I enjoy shota. I tell myself they're just drawings and it's just the art style I like, but.. Part of me wonders. Part of me fears that there's the seed of a monster lurking in me.

    I'm sure my Silent Hill would reflect this, as well as my crippling regret over having dropped out of highschool and delayed my life for a good four or five years.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:52 No.7588842
    Probably life without the internet.

    No communication, cut off from everything, even my most important senses. Complete sensory deprivation.
    Never being able to "feel" anything physically ever again, yet still being self-aware.

    My personal hell.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:52 No.7588853
    That depends.

    What happens to Silent Hill if you're comfortable with your demons and have already accepted them as a part of yourself?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:54 No.7588870
    It finds something in your subconscious to fuck with. Or makes you an hero.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:54 No.7588884
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:55 No.7588889

    It finds the ones you didn't know about.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:56 No.7588905
    To reflect my lonliness all monsters will have one arm far larger than the other.
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    Me letting go of my mindly restraints, I'd go apeshit.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:58 No.7588920
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    so you wouldn't ever want to use a sensory deprivation chamber for therapeutic purposes?

    my silent hill would probably be pretty close to James Sunderland's perception of it, thats some pretty scary shit
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:58 No.7588922
    I have mother figure issues, so a lot of it would be similar to to Silent Hill 4's later stuff. Lots of fleshy umbilical cord imagery and womb type stuff.

    Also there'd be fucking eyes everywhere. Watching me. Judging me.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:58 No.7588934
    My escapism. Somehow would reflect that.

    Speaking of which, I had some neat ideas for turning 4th Ed into a Silent Hill atmosphere game.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:58 No.7588936
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    You just pass through town safely really.

    Unless you picked up any babies on the side of the road earlier in life.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:59 No.7588941

    I don't mean, LOL I KILL YOU TO SAVE 4 GP kind of evil. just black gut wrenching evil.

    I try to be the good guy at all times, I can't even be evil in fable...
    but sometimes I feel tempted to things I shouldn't. I can't really put my finger on it, but being forced into conflicts where I would have to be a villian would be my greatest nigthmare.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)17:59 No.7588951
    It's okay, Anon. Lots of parents are like that. Usually fathers, though.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:00 No.7588961
    I guess my hell would be a simulated battlefield. It would be lifelike, but I'd be aware of it not being actually real.

    I'd be running from objective to objctive for all eternity, storming positions, holding off counter-attacks, getting orders from some guy over the radio grabbing whatever is salvagable and trying to survive.

    There'd also probably be some sort of town where I'd occasionally get sent off-duty. I'd never know where the enemy might come from, lose all sanity and just cover my ass.

    I'd be perfectly aware of the fact that I can't win or lose, but will keep on trying forever.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:00 No.7588962
    I could handle it if I knew I was only going to be in there temporarily.
    But being permanantly confined, unable to find an exit.
    That's when the shit gets scary for me.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:02 No.7588989
    Basically just WalMart/middle school.

    So yeah, pretty much a mirror of my regular adult life.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:02 No.7589000
    Logically a silent hill would reflct all facets of your souls, all the masks you pu up in different peer groups

    the judged children, the sad lover, irrational anger, senseless, baseless hate...
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:03 No.7589008
    Ironically I have a good relationship with my father.

    ITT, psychological trauma of internet losers
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:03 No.7589020
    Since when is Silent Hill entirely logical?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:03 No.7589021
    Dicks everywhere.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:04 No.7589036
    it would probably be full of monstrous gay sex... because I have father figure issues, wants to be the cute little boy and a have a strong partner that can protect me. and I'm standing in the doorway to the closet wondering if I'm on my way out or if I ever was inside it
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:04 No.7589043
    That sounds fucking awesome.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:08 No.7589121
    I guess I'm pretty self concious, so would that mean I would have to fight walking mirrors or something?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:14 No.7589219

    You'd be shown you're not THAT self-conscious afterall
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:14 No.7589222
    Sick fuck here.

    I wanna talk about mommy issues.

    I wish I had a hot mom.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:17 No.7589274
    then all those hot nurses are gonna have your mommys face while they psycho-dance-charge at you
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:17 No.7589278
    Put yourself up for adoption
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:17 No.7589286
    hot moms are awesome.

    don't wanna think about what that says about me psychologically.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:19 No.7589310
    Christian fanaticism.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:22 No.7589343

    Faceless shamblers with sweater cows, make up has been smeared on where it should normally be applied but is otherwise featureless.
    Creature wears a torn up skirt and has Vagina-Dentata which widens into a maw that splits the stomach up to the ribcage.
    >> Ya Bum Musky !FordDucaKo 01/14/10(Thu)18:25 No.7589390
    id be alone. and it would literally be silent.

    id flip my shit.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)18:32 No.7589496
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    Say hello to my fapping arm
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:10 No.7590013
    It would be cramped, like the inside of a submarine or some set of claustrophobic maintenance tunnels. The air is hot humid and stagnant. It stinks, and it feels almost like a liquid that hasn't be stirred in years. It would be noisy too as the machines and pipes put out a ceaseless rattle. Just an endless warren of pipes and steam and heat and noise.

    It's filled with hundreds of giant spiders and insects crawling through the works of the place in all directions. They have searchlights for faces, and they always stare at you, no matter what they are doing. They don't bother you much, just follow you and stare. Except for the occasional very random times that they chase you down and rape you. Then they lay eggs in you. You can feel the grubs hatch and start to grow. You can feel them wriggling under you skin, and chewing. Eventually they burst out of your bruised flesh and scuttle away into the pipes.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:41 No.7590539
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    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:45 No.7590594
    That is fucking horrifying.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:49 No.7590668
    In all of my dreams, I have no strength at all. I can barely walk, can't move anything, get tossed around like a ragdoll, and often wake up feeling like I've run a mile.

    Probably something involving this.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:50 No.7590687
    My greatest insecurity is probably that I'm a failure in life that has spurned a million opportunities in favor of just sitting around and doing... nothing. More out of crippling anxiety than anything, but sloth is also present.

    Oh also I'm unspeakably afraid of whales and other giant things that swim in the murky depths of the sea.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:51 No.7590703
    Oh also those dreams where you're terrified out of your mind of something and you've got to run, FAST, but... you can't. Your feet can't get a grip on the ground so you just kinda float along and bounce slowly instead of running. FFFFFFFF.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:54 No.7590742
    -Casually menacholy fellow
    -Likes to be relied upon, hates letting people down
    -Trust issues, afraid to let people under my skin
    -No real sexual hang ups beyond being a ronery romantic, once molested as a child (Meh, not really bothered, he was 5 years older than me and I was retarded as a child, go figure, I didn't even realize until 8 years later.)
    -Loves to play the hero, once again afraid of letting people down though. The ultimate goal in my life is to save a life, that would validate me as far as I'm concerned.
    -No real regrets beyond being unable to open up to people which makes me detached from any social group I get into, I put down roots like grass, all over the place but not deep at all.
    -Fetishes, Tomboys, small breasts, sexy eyes,personality, kindness, slightly submissive.
    -Fears, heights, being alone, the realization that I might, deep down, be a sick twisted fucker. I'm not, but I might be.
    -Things that don't scare me at all, sensory deprevation, I would be fucking stoked if someone offered to let me lose my sight for a week, blood, gore, pretty much everything else.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:57 No.7590789

    I was going to say the same thing.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)19:59 No.7590820
    There would be a lot of variations on the same thing. For example, you might see a cat walk by, then see the same cat walk by again, albeit with half its head missing.

    There would whispering voices a lot, sometimes repeating the same phrase over and over, often fading in and out of hearing. Bright lights would swarm with prismatic creatures, while deep shadows would roll and congeal. There would be the occasional keening noises, or faint, rapid heartbeats.

    There would be a significant amount of duality. For example, if you saw a female walk by, she might be exceptionally ugly and lewdly dressed, sexually attractive and utterly repulsive. The other her would be elegantly dressed and beautiful, but would be impossible to approach.

    Nooses would be everywhere. Monsters would ignore any trespasser until the trespasser interacted with some object. Weapons would be nonexistent. Reality would shift and shimmer.
    >> Original Plague Doctor !!JajszWhpsyf 01/14/10(Thu)20:02 No.7590858
    Your... your mom... Oh, God, your mom... D'8

    Anyway, it'd probably play on my satyric deprivation of sex...
    And stuff like my tendency to act as if I care when I don't - simply to not seem... apathetic...

    I imagine it would result in a really sexy yet revolting monster along the lines of the nurses or mannequins from the vidya gaem, torturing my balls while pumping me full of amphetamine and adrenaline to keep me from fainting/dying etc. while whispering sweet, comforting words in my ears, acting all... motherly caring.
    Fuck you OP, you're giving me nightmares by making me think.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:05 No.7590897
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    I'm a moralfag, my Silent Hill is full of bitches ready to be oiled by other bitches.

    Picture related.

    It's kinda boring after a while.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:14 No.7591029
    Well I don't know for certain, but it would probably be tons of copies of myself in various states of degeneracy; some of us normal, some of us crazy or mutants or seemingly rational but with hideous flaws that later make themselves apparent, and a single one of me who is clearly better than the rest of us so that it seems like I'm just a failed clone of him.

    I don't think I would be able to get over that.
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/14/10(Thu)20:17 No.7591079
    how about I trade you my silent hill for yours?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:20 No.7591120
    Would you REALLY like to get bored of bit-oh wait you're a girl.

    ...Why would you want his Silent Hill?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:20 No.7591124
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    ITT: People who hate themselves.

    Look. Unless you have pleasure in seeing other suffering, you are good. Which means you are probably quite cool and nice to talk to and hang out with. Hell, there are girls around who may secretly have a crush on you.

    So don't be sad and be awesome instead!

    I love you all.
    >> Original Plague Doctor !!JajszWhpsyf 01/14/10(Thu)20:21 No.7591141
    You're walking around in nowhere when you suddenly see a sexy tomboy being eaten alive by thousands of small beings, insects or some such. You try to save her, but you can't "get a grip" of her, and she vanishes, and left are only the thousands of bugs with small bits of her inside. They crawl into you from underneath your fingernails, crippling your fingers so you'll never "get a grip" again. They carry small pieces of her soul that endlessly blames you for her death in a horrifying, whispering voice.

    Something like that?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:22 No.7591150
    We still have flaws that are exploitable by vicious cosmic horrors.
    >> RAWK LAWBSTAR 01/14/10(Thu)20:24 No.7591187
    because my silent hill would be like sensory deprivation tank crossed with a 50s sitcom suburb with the moralfaggotry cranked up to 11 crossed.

    It'd be like taking a champion of Slaanesh and placing him/her/it/whatever on the set of Leave it to Beaver without the ability to feel anything.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:27 No.7591226

    then Silent Hill becomes just another deserted town. That little girl was wandering around in SH2 without a single monster on her
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:29 No.7591258
    Probably something like an endless field of dead birds piled knee high that would squish like rotten fruit beneath my tread. Odds are it would take advantage of my anger issues with its monsters be excessively violent
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:30 No.7591268
    Y-you wouldn't lie to me would you.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:32 No.7591289
    If I were a semi-sentient evil thing I would take advantage of your anger issues by pissing you off with things you can't stop. Like a bunch of totally incorporeal people following you around calling you fat all the time, but they have no matter so you can't shut them up.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:35 No.7591318
    keeping with the bird theme, maybe something along the lines of some sort of harpy like creature circling just out of reach.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:35 No.7591324
    I'm a moralfag, see >>7590897

    I never lie

    And with the sweat of your brow, my Silent Hill can be your city as well.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:45 No.7591460
    ITT we give each other nightmares
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:48 No.7591486
    PART 1

    I'm a dude, and after you read my Silent Hill you will see I have issues.

    My Silent hill is an orphanage somewhere out in the country, no specific place, just one surrounded by a corn field. During the day it is hot and muggy forcing all the kids to want to play inside, but the caretakers and staff kick us out anyway. I'm stuck as a kid, I feel helpless, told what to do and when to do it by people who are supposed to be older and wiser than me.

    The orphanage nurse, the headmaster, and the teachers all ignore me for the most part and I am all alone. I try to tell them I'm not supposed to be here but they ignore me, or give me pills that make me go to sleep. The only one who truly interacts with me is a little girl, shes my age, and looks very much like me. I personally hate this fact, and wish I was older so people would quit mistaking me for this little girl, when I indeed am a boy. Also, yhis little girl scares the piss out of me. She is always somewhere where I least expect, and always asking me to do things that no kid in their right mind should be doing. I'm sure she knows I'm not a kid and she taunts me with wanting to do grown up stuff with the staff, she degrades me and makes me feel dirty. I can't run from her no matter how hard I try, no matter what she always finds me and keeps saying mean, nasty and horrible things.

    After a while children wind up missing.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:49 No.7591504
    PART 2

    They get lost in the corn field and their bodies are later found beaten and half eaten. I know its this little girl doing it, and I try to tell the staff, but again they don't listen to me they just try to give me more pills. I try to gain evidence, but it always vanishes. The girl taunts me and asks if I want to see her do it, I say “No,” because I know that something terrible is going to happen if I do. This happens for a few days and the orphanage begins to get dirty, and smelly, even some of the staff end up missing. Eventually the remaining staff are asking me to do lewd or abusive things to them, I try to run and hide from them. Since this little girl has been posing as me I know I have to do something soon, or everyone is going to blame me for these crimes. There is no one I can trust I have to do this alone.

    So I invite the girl into the shed out back.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:50 No.7591509
    PART 3

    I ambush her, hit her in the head with a block of wood several times, ignoring the fact that for some reason I am bleeding all over her. I keep swinging and she keeps laughing, swearing, and making all sorts of sexual comments. My stomach is churning as I keep swinging, crying for her to stop talking and just die already. I'm covered in blood by this point. But thank god shes silent now. Thats when I notice something odd. I look close and Its my face, and my body on the ground dead. I look at myself and now I'm stuck in this little girls body. She walks “away” with my consciousness and just sits in the attic waiting until the orphanage opens up again. I try to scream, I try to make her talk as people do indeed come back, despite all logic and evidence telling them otherwise. One day I wake back up in my own body, only I'm still a kid and still no one listens to me, as this little girl continues to abuse, torture and humiliate these people over and over again.

    This nightmare never stops.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)20:51 No.7591525

    There would be fucking crowds of people, and Silent Hill would put me on a goddamn stage in front of them. All of them staring at me and whispering to each other, laughing.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:03 No.7591711
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    MY Silent Hill?

    Silent Hill: Shattered Memories.

    I can't run very fast, and my worst real nightmares usually involve running and hiding from things that are infectious.

    My normal dreams are like the light world in that game-talking to people, finding out shit about other people, seemingly random things leading up to something entirely different.

    The Cult would be there. But they would all worship different things and have completely fucked up bullshit beliefs, they would have no reason to be together but still would but completely sure that I'm NOT ONE OF THEM AND MUST BE PURGED FOR HERESY.

    There would be non-violent monsters. I find one of the creepiest things about people is not knowing if they are gonna be psycho or normal but I'm just off, like when you are in a bus station and there's that one creepy guy.

    Also, I seem to have developed the ability to fap to just about anything recently-dunno how that would work into it, but it'd be somewhere. Like >>7588831 but without the dropping out part.

    Also, I'm ungodly lazy. That'd be there too.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:05 No.7591739
    Lots of people, but they have no faces and disappear when I try and talk to them. The occasional one will turn to attack me, though, without warning or provocation. And they always look the same. Then there's a little girl who follows me around, always staring. Always watching, hiding. She makes no noises other than to laugh at my failures or to whisper my name. Nobody bothers me in the pub, but the drinks burn like acid going down. After a while the attacks don't even seem that bad, at least I have some recognition. Then they stop...

    So ronery ;_;
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:06 No.7591755
    Don't fall into emo roneryness.

    You have /tg/. We love you and we are there for you.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:10 No.7591804
    Somehow, that feels like a subtitle for the signs:

    If you don't hate yourself yet, you will by the time you leave.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:17 No.7591892
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    Silent Hill after the Alessa plot is done.

    Either you leave mentally salved, you leave only to return to confront your issues at a later date, you get into black magic, or you die.

    I think I'd make it out eventually...
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:21 No.7591930
    sounds like awesome fun
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:22 No.7591944
    An FPS where you can't lose?

    I fail to see the downside.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:24 No.7591967

    Ever play on a 24/7 Instant respawn capture-the-point TF2 server?

    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:25 No.7591981
    He gets off-duty time and doesn't mention anything about respawning--just an inability to lose.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:26 No.7591999
    If you can't see the downside to a game you can't lose, I don't know why you play games.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:27 No.7592007
    By day, everything is painted in bright and happy colors. Everyone is bigger than you, but they all love you and take care of you. They dress you in frilly things, but that's fine. It makes you feel pretty. Everyone goes out for picnics and you play with your friends in the sun. It's always sunny.

    At night, things are different. Each one of your friends and family comes to into your room, one per night, seemingly at random. They are all naked, save for gruesome animal masks made from mutilated flesh. They each have their own thing that they like to do. Daddy likes to cut you open. Sometimes he takes things out, and sometimes he puts things in. Mommy likes to burn bible verses into you. Your brothers like to cut off parts of you or peel of parts of your skin.

    Everything goes back to normal come morning. Your friends and family are all loving smiles and affection. They don't seem to remember the night before, and they never have the masks. You do your best to seem happy, but you know that no matter how bight and beautiful the day is, it is always coming to and end, and night will be back soon...
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:30 No.7592036

    Planetside. It failed because it was the same. You never lose, you never win, it's just the same day in day out.

    On a more meta note, being one of the soldiers in planetside would be horrible. They fight, die, respawn, fight die, respawn etc...

    For the first few months it'd probably be fun, like an awesome game of paintball. But after years of it? Decades? Immortal armies locked in a fight that none of them can win, but none of them can afford to stop.

    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:31 No.7592054
    I play RPGs. Your argument is invalid.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:31 No.7592057
    Spider's that suffer from a serious case of apathy, maybe they'd be too apathetic to try to scare me.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:32 No.7592075
    Isolation. Absolutely crushing isolation.

    Except there are people there. You can interact with them, to an extent, but they will never acknowledge you. If you hurt them, maybe they'll fight back until you stop. If you kill them, they'll just get back up like nothing happened. And they'll never admit you exist, except maybe to slap you away or give you disdainful looks like the trash you are.

    It's always foggy here. Always dingy. Not necessarily dark, but certainly dull even at high noon. Your failures are here. They'll talk to you for a price, but they won't tell you what it is or how to pay it until it's too late.

    And you're always going to be chased. Either by the little things you did wrong or the big things you want to believe you got right. The worst is a toss-up between the garbage truck with a bloody, gaping maw in lieu of a grill, or the quiet, blank eyed shadow of yourself stalking after you in a restaurant apron with the knife you used to use when you worked there.

    And no matter what you do, you're gonna have to go into the freezer someday.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:39 No.7592162
    Having to watch the events of my life over and over and over again, making me realize I have done nothing meaningful with it.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:43 No.7592206
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    What if you have sisters, or cousins that live with you then? Are they just normal?
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:48 No.7592271
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    This thread is starting to turn into your version of hell.

    Remember, Silent Hill can only do so much...you enter it as you are, it doesn't change you physically really.

    Also, the point is that you leave it or die. The only people really in Silent Hill are the ones you project onto the landscape-they don't really exist, and when you leave they leave with you (unless you kill them, hence the "leave or die" thing goes even to your own issues).
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:50 No.7592280
    Lust is not some hot, skanky woman, with voluptuous curves and shit. no, Lust is instead the most dirty, nasty old sex offender in the universe, with razor wire around his cock, so that it hurts both the aggressor and the victim. that is my pyramid head anyway
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:55 No.7592335
    Nah, I'm an only child. I just enjoy writing fucked up stuff like this.
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    Lust to me is ignorance. It's the act of creation...without any thought of the continuing process or the results.

    So...it would be a man and woman laboring for the pure physical excitement of it, then leaving their creation behind. Which would then decay.
    I'm going to make that my transition into the Otherworld.
    A giant Silent Hill nurse and a male version of the nurse are always engaged in some physical activity in the Light World, and can always be seen in the distance. Since I hate inevitability and dread, I know that I'm going to be lead to them. As I get closer, they shrink until they are my size. Once I get there, I have to help them with whatever they are doing and participate in the act of it. Then once they are finished, they walk away, couple up with a different male and female, then leave. Whatever we made turns into the Dark World, be it a building to enter, something that rots and covers the ground in blackness, or whatever.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)21:59 No.7592380
    My OCD would fuck the place up. Everything would come in twelves. Everything. There would also be horrid creatures with long claws obsessively scraping off any imperfections or buildups until everything has been worn down by their obsessive need for cleanliness. Then my anxiety would manifest, as dozens (literally dozens, remember everything comes in twelves) of small but surprisingly heavy little monstrosities, rushing to cling to whatever is nearby until it is crushed under their weight. There would also be tiny little grubs and worms that would burrow visible holes in my skin to represent my trypophobia.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:01 No.7592402
    Oh, wait. That's not right.

    Maybe they... reply to posts they've misread? Just sit on the end of your bed and say nonsensical stuff all night?

    I'm drawing a blank here.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:06 No.7592467
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    Ah, fuck man!

    That one got to me.

    We need a writefag to do an OCD version of Silent Hill now. I'd do it, but my stories tend to run on...
    One aspect of my SIlent Hill would be inability to sexually release. Like finding a hot image to fap to but being unable to get it up, or being rock hard and horny but unable to bring yourself to orgasm.

    I'd meet my own version of Maria (who would look like my 3rd girlfriend or some of the Rule 34 characters I fap to, or some combination...) and we would have sex for like 12...and both get so exhausted we couldn't move with no hint of climax for either of us.

    No. Fucking. Release. Like trying to eat with a hole in your stomach so everything just falls back out.

    Like trying to relax only to find your muscles uncontrollably twitching so you are only getting more tired.

    Like trying to find a place in town that doesn't smell so bad you gag only to get a bad sinus headache and lsoe the ability to smell for awhile.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:19 No.7592627
    Bump for great justice.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:21 No.7592656
    How should I know? Frankly, nobody can know unless they go there.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:23 No.7592690
    My Silent Hill would be filled with 10-foot-tall, skinless monsters with bulging muscles slick with blood. They would sit on the floor in the dark, motionless and almost imperceptible. Until you got close.

    When you get too close, they leap up and charge you, running faster than should be possible. Then, just before they can reach you, the chains that attach their wrists, ankles, and necks to the wall get taut, saving you from their wrath, and causing the monsters to scream as if in pain.

    There would be hallways full of people, shoulder to shoulder, always facing away. Whatever I'd need would be on the other side, or on the ground in the crowd. Sometimes, they would move, but mostly they would just stand there; if I hit one, they would swing, like they were hung from the ceiling.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:33 No.7592818
    There would be women, too, and little girls. The women would be beautiful and filthy; they would wear short skirts that were off-skew and torn, showing their panties, and their tops would be shredded and slightly bloody. They would be wearing one thigh-high leather boot, and the other foot would be bare; their hair would be a mess and their lipstick would be smeared. The little girls would be wearing sweaters far too big for them, and they would drag a teddy bear on the ground beside them.

    Their faces, as they attacked me with their claws, would be utterly serene and blank. But they would keep eye contact with me the entire time. Even as I shot them or stabbed them, their face would remain uncaring and their eyes would never leave mine.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)22:50 No.7593042
    I'm a huge hypocrite and liar.

    My silent hill would most likely reflect my various lies told and hypocritical nature; the people that I've hurt because if it, maybe, come back to haunt me, or maybe a monstrous manifestation of that little "good" left inside me. My various erratic tastes and kinks also probably have their place.

    Also, I'm transgendered. Another aspect of my silent hill would me not being able to express any of my female traits.

    A monster for that aspect would be the beautiful girl that I wish I could be. She would always be running, and no matter how hard I tried, even if my feet started bleeding from running so far and so fast, I could never catch her.

    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:02 No.7593223
    I think my Silent Hill would be something like this.

    It will be dark, extremely dark. The cries of people in hellish agony will echo throughout the city. I will begin to recognize the voices of the cries ever so slowly. Thousands of spiders will be in the dark watching me. Every step I take there will be spiders crawling on me, biting me, filling their necrotic venom inside of me. My flesh will decay in front of my very eyes and I will feel everything. With my skin slopping off and exposing me more they will burrow inside of me and keep injecting that horrible toxin of theirs. My insides will begin to rot, and I will more than likely faint from pain either before or after this starts to happen. As I pass out I hear the scream of my father, helpless to protect me from the swarm saying something that would make me tear up.

    A house of similar structure to mine will bring itself out. Finally, I will see the source of the blood curtling screams. I will see myself strangling, gutting and killing my own family and friends in front of my very own eyes. Their screams only making my eyes and smile wider. I'll try to stop, but I won't be able to. It will just happen.

    A second building will look very similar to a school, if I enter this one I will relive every single one of my most embarrassing moments, the thoughts that make you cringe if brought up, with a slight change. They will be a thousand times worse. After the events have occurred, I will experience a year's worth of ridicule just for that. From my schoolmates, and worst of all my family and loved ones. They will abuse me physically and mentally, neglect me to the point of starvation, and I will feel nothing but a frozen spot where my heart used to be.

    That's what I imagine it would be like at least.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:05 No.7593265
    Yo fellow /transgender fag.

    Although I'm not technically transgendered, just an autogynephile. Which would no doubt have a weird effect on my Silent Hill.

    Nonetheless, condolences.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:07 No.7593294
    I'm more or less bi-gendered, but I felt that saying transgendered wouldn't warrant an explanation from most.

    I want to be female, but I also enjoy being male. Kind of a 70 female/ 30 male split, kinda.

    Iunno, gender is a confusing thing, but the issue would certainly appear in my silent hill.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:12 No.7593350
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    Tim Curry's thighs... TIM CURRY'S THIGHS!!!!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:17 No.7593424
    My friend was forced to photoshop his sister's face on to Frank-n-furter's body for her Rocky Horror themed birthday party.

    Feels bad, man ;_;
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:20 No.7593484
    A small villiage in the middle of a burned-out forrest, with grey soot-filled sky. No matter what direction you walk, you eventually come to placid black waters. Every now and then, off in the distance, you see the ripples of...somthing...breaching. Stay too long, it looks like the things are slowly coming closer.

    In the villiage, the ashes on the streets are made up of burned-out books, and yes, there are people, but they move away when you try to go near. They talk amongst themselves in quiet voices you can never hear properly. If you ever actually manage to corner someone, you find they have no face. It's just hair all the way around, like they're always looking away from you.

    Regularly, all the faceless people line up and walk into a large, church-like building, and stay there for an hour. Then they leave.

    If you try to go inside, the doors slam shut. But, while they're inside, you can...hear things. Horrible things.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:20 No.7593487
    Well, sounds like i'm not sleeping tonight.

    I've never seen Silent Hill, I can't watch Scary movies. But from what I can tell, it taunts you with your inner daemons, and forces you to face them.

    In that case, it would be people, crowds of important, successful people. They are utterly happy with their success, and won't stop talking about it.

    However, whenever I try to tell them of my own successes, their faces twist to look like my own but with all my facial flaws overly-apparent, and they mock me, point out flaws in my successes, and attack whatever shreds of self-esteem I have.

    They rail-road me, whenever I go to do anything, a crowd of successful, mocking people. Going to bed, they stand there, just staring, eyes wide open, faces smirking, knowing that I can't amount to what they do.

    Maybe strange, misshapen creatures that haunt the night, eyes wide and bright green, never looking a like. They shriek and wail and make horrible noise to keep me from sleeping, so I have to stare at the faces of the people.

    Heh, I sound emo.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:24 No.7593547

    Actually, I realized something even worse for me.

    A nice, 50's era neighborhood where everybody seems happy, life is bright and sunny, and nothing is wrong.

    But everything is wrong. There is that deep sense that somewhere something is incredibly evil, watching you and judging what you do.

    Really, it's like Tranquility Lane from Fallout 3. That part freaked me out to no end- I had to save and quit three separate times before I finished it, I couldn't stand the sheer evil of Prof. Braun. Especially when I found out how to turn off the simulation, and read his previous simulations.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:26 No.7593574
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    Endless surrealist landscape.
    And the occasional loli.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:27 No.7593590
    God, that part was one of the freakier bits of Fallout.

    Braun may have been an egomaniacal ass, but I felt incredibly bad for him being trapped in his simulation forever.

    Though, in my continuity of Fallout, I had my dad do some hacking to get his password from the armory, enter his room, and mercifully put some explosives on his tranquility lounger.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:33 No.7593694
    That's pretty hot... damnit I spend too much time in /d/
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:35 No.7593723
    THIS. Kinda going through a similar situation now actually, my social groups are starting to blend together and it's causing drama and hate in the extreme and I'm starting to lose trust in people.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:37 No.7593750
    My most profound fear is, frankly, looking up one day and seeing a giant cavernous maw instead of a sky, or looking down into the ocean and seeing an eye the width of a continent looking back up. Silent hill is up in the mountains or something, right? No water?
    Ok good. Just don't look up, then.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/14/10(Thu)23:42 No.7593832
    No OCEANS...
    There's a big lake that splits the town in half.
    It's rumored to be in Pennsylvania.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/14/10(Thu)23:44 No.7593874
    I'm also gonna repost what I put in last night's thread.

    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)
    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)23:46 No.7593891
    Honestly? My silent hill would probably being the one white guy in a town full of nothing but black people. You know, the stereotypical kind that blast rap, love chicken, and speak incoherently.

    Maybe it's because every black person, save one, that I went to high school with was one of the stereotypical, annoying as fuck kinds.

    Nearly failed a class once because they wouldn't stop fucking around all the damn time...
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:46 No.7593897
    my silent hill.. would be.. turned into a little girl... and pyramid head rescues me :(
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:47 No.7593902
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    The games were better.

    Being one of the few heteros here it seems, I'd be alone in my Silent Hill being full of women...who can't have sex with me.

    Literally. No breasts, no genitalia. Mouth works for talking and eating and looks normal, but when you try to feel it or put anything in it it is as if it's just a cover of skin over it...

    The monsters would all be men trying to rape each other violently and I'd have to run or be squashed or sideswiped.

    The women would be normal, attractive, interested in me...and there'd be no way to have sex.

    The light world would be like the kind of places you just want to stay-your favorite high school class about to start, your favorite restaurant serving your favorite foods buffet style, your favorite places all across the street form each other, your dream home with all the stuff from your real home being in the place your real home is...but the second you sit down to enjoy it, if turns into the dark world.

    Dark world is essentially nothing. Nothing to focus on, nothing to give you a clue where you are...like REALLY old games, like Dark Forces Star Wars, where everything is just repeated textures with a door in the side. There's no goal, you just keep wandering as long as you can, not knowing how much further you have to go...

    Pic unrelated-it's just awesome.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:52 No.7593987
    Shame - I'm ashamed of myself. For multiple reasons, in fact. I've always been average or below in everything. I've never gotten good at anything. I'm average looking. I'm an average person. I'm shameful of this - I wonder if I could be so much more and if I'm the only thing stopping that.

    Effect - Nothing will look at you. Monsters have no eyes, reflections are nonexistant, even furniture is turned away from the door. It's lonely.

    Sexuality (Possibly fits under shame.) - There are many things about my sexuality that I hate. This may be one of my biggest factors, that I am so sexually unconfortable that I don't even know what I like; or worse: What others would think if they found out. Even /d/ is not enough to remotely phase me.

    Effect - Think Bubblehead Nurses. Now think every foe in silent hill is a variation of that. All enemies have been morbidly sexualized in one way or another.

    Incompletion - I never finish anything. I'm not good at anything. I've never taken the time to get good at any particular hobby or finish any major project. I am the epitome of mediocracy.

    Effect - Buldings are unfinished, midway through constrction. Everything seems to end too early or too late, and nothing looks like any time or care was put in to its making. Occasional hallways will just fall off, into a dark and empty void.

    Water - I have Hydrophobia and Ichthyophobia. Fear of deep, dark waters and big, nasty fish.

    Effects - Buildings are flooded. Somehow. Even the tallest building is filled with water that never leaks out. Massive fish with huge appetites lurk around every corner.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:53 No.7593995
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:55 No.7594026
    You should rejoice in your extreme sexual deviance. Normal people have just a few things they can fall back on, and if they get bored they're just fucked. You could have a near infinite variety of sexual pleasures however.

    And don't worry about what people would think if they found out. A lot of girls are secretly very perverted too.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:57 No.7594043
    More like all of them. I haven't met one "straight and narrow" girl in my whole life; they're always kinky hellions when it comes to the bedroom.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:57 No.7594048
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    It would be foggy outside, obviously. A Balmy 60 degrees, neither hot nor cold. The town would have an intense feeling of isolation, no monsters would be wandering around, they could only be found in the various buildings. There would always be murming and laughing in the distance, like a party but you would never find the source.

    The monsters would have a very feminine feel to them, just like in Silent Hill 2. They really wouldn't attack you, they would just be there, wandering. However, if you got in between them or something that they wanted, they would attack with a horrible, scathing rage, screaming. However, before they could deliver the final blow, they would puss out, wander off murmuring and sobing about forgivness and they didn't mean it. etc.

    There would be a maria type figure as well. To the man that saw her she would be the perfect woman based on his preferences. She would engage in convesation, but not for long, she would leave saying that she had something more pressing. She would do this often.

    Other Denizens would include the typical college hippy, about 20 listening to bands you never heard of or reading books. Complete with the v-neck t-shits, long Beatlish hair, and the skinyness. He'd show up when your feeling overwhelmed, say something somewhat deep, and bag out.

    There would be chruches everywhere, silent and always looming up above, and the general feel of uneasiness or alienation.

    Pic related.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:57 No.7594053
    My silent hill would have me completely alone in a building made almost entirely of long hallways, with rooms on either side, I will always end up in the middle of the hallway. At both far ends of the hallway, there will be a figure. Tall, dark, obscured by shadows, but I know he's staring at me. Watching me. Judging me. If I try to escape into one of the many, many rooms, I open the door to another hall, with open doors on either side, with those strange men waiting around the corners, I can't see them, but I know they are there, so I can't run past the doors, I can't go near them, I know he'll be there. He will hound me, getting constantly closer. I can't look away, I can't look at him, I can't hide in a hallway, the doors offer no respite.
    >> Anonymous 01/14/10(Thu)23:59 No.7594076
    Listen to this man. I was terrified the first time a girlfriend asked me if I had any sexual kinks. Turned out she was perverted as you can get and was at least willing to try anything I could come up with.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)00:00 No.7594085

    Oh my, that's an attractive ladies.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)00:01 No.7594097
    Faceless, hidden, indirect, fear, anger, and hatred. Unfair judgment, irrational behavior. The fear of inescapable judgment of other people.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)00:04 No.7594144
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    < First boss=penis monster, tunneling and forcing it's way violently into orifices. But even more so.

    I'm a guy BTW. You can imagine how fucked up I am.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)00:06 No.7594185
    play the video game.
    Graphics are kinda dated but that just adds to it.

    "Have you seen a little girl - about 5 years old?"
    >> Lace 01/15/10(Fri)00:12 No.7594271
    No, play 2.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/15/10(Fri)00:16 No.7594342
    I concur.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/15/10(Fri)00:20 No.7594405
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    Here's some Samael, for our transgendered friends.
    >> Poke'War Veteran 01/15/10(Fri)00:38 No.7594656
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    >> No Man 01/15/10(Fri)01:17 No.7595191
    ...this may be one instance that my mad clinging to hope for life and light, even after /b/ at its worst, may work out for me.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)01:26 No.7595326
    I'm not sure how mine would translate, I'm pretty easy going and tolerant of just about everything... I take that back, I abhor self inflicted ignorance. Also, where as I have dreams and aspirations, I don't really get bothered when things don't go my way, but the fact that there was something about me that caused a situation to not go my way gets to me....

    So my Silent Hill would be me running for a political office in California, or some other batshit state/country. THAT WOULD BE FUCKED UP, I'd probably kill myself on principle.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)01:28 No.7595349
    you know, I don't have any monstrous internal conflicts.

    so silent hill would be pretty boring for me. maybe lots of boring and annoying obstacles.
    >> scaredofshadows !jROwPecJek 01/15/10(Fri)01:32 No.7595387
    my nightmare would be slaughtering 'monsters' only for them to turn into the corpses of friends that were only trying to stay out of the way of my rage
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)01:40 No.7595503
    No such thing as incapable. You'd eventually find a fetish you never had and they'd certainly be able to satisfy that. If the nightmare changes to accommodate that, so will you, until there's no women at all, or some such similar fate. So all that's left is the psychotic men... and what happens when your psyche changes to accommodate them too?

    People are capable of a lot of things when driven to desperation.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)01:52 No.7595684
    Just immense black walls and fissures. Very little light, except from the archetypal SH pocket lamp. Horrible passages so thin you have to turn edgewise to slide through, and caves so shallow you have to crawl through on your belly with your head bent to the side, unable to see half of what might be coming toward you- noises come from where you can't see. When you enter the thin areas, you literally see yourself exhale to fit. It's either on fire, smoking, or flooded, especially in the cramped parts. There are crawlspace areas less than a foot tall either flooded or punctuated by steep crevasses dropping into an abyss. At the end of a bizarrely long instance of one of these crawlspaces, streaked with bottomless lethal cracks, there is an unavoidable crevasse into which you must drop. You can hear cave-ins, first in the distance, but very near later. The fire is alive; it gives me the impression of an enormous serpent around which the tunnels and fissures pass, sometimes opening directly onto it. Abysses, walls, ceilings, and cracks sometimes as small as a quarter, behind which there is a bright glow.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:00 No.7595797
    I would not notice i was in a hell and every time something mattered i would fail.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)02:11 No.7595981
    the serpent begins to chase me through the tunnels, appearing as a wall or torrent of rock and fire so hot it glows white, obliterating all features. I never see it head on, I usually only see myself from behind as it chases me. The fire thing projects an incredibly bright light, throwing things into immense contrast. The chase involves jumping off cliffs and rolling down improbably long, steep slopes.
    Near the end of the chase, I'm cornered. The exit is a small black puddle barely wide enough to accommodate me, leading to a narrow flooded tunnel. I must crawl into the puddle (exhaling to fit) and swim the tunnel to the other side.
    After crawling away from the fire thing through the tight flooded area into a larger room, the area near the exit from water catches on fire with no apparent source-- the thing's even followed me through water.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:16 No.7596051
    >>streaked with bottomless lethal cracks, there is an unavoidable crevasse into which you must drop.

    So we spend the WHOLE game dying if we fall into a crevasse, only to reach a crevasse into which we must fall?

    Lame. Design.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)02:18 No.7596092

    This is only a short sequence in the game, and the cracks that don't go anywhere are easy to avoid if you know where they are. They're just there for atmosphere.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)02:19 No.7596098
    (also because Futility and Powerlessness)
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:20 No.7596113
    Doesn't matter how easy they are to avoid, you shouldn't punish a behavior and then turn around and demand it. It'll only piss people off.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:23 No.7596150
    >>(also because Futility and Powerlessness)
    Then you should have ALL the cracks lead to the next area. The player will instinctively assume he'll die, only to find that he's been wasting his time and should have just gone with the flow.
    >> Alternate OP 01/15/10(Fri)02:26 No.7596184
    I read this thread.

    I was worried about what might happen to my job if I take some community college classes.

    I see your isses.

    I have no more worries about that. Also, I will build a woodcraft Mad Kat.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)02:29 No.7596216

    How about blocking them off with invisible walls so you can't fall in? I'd prefer a compromise where you could sort of slide in but hold on to the edge and mantle back up, but whatever.

    If the whole inconsistent punishment/reward thing doesn't suit you (personally, I think it adds a kind of absurdity that goes well with the horror), then how about having either a walkable perimeter beneath the lip of the "unavoidable chasm" visible in the camera angle, or the ground cave in near the end while the player's crawling toward the opening?

    Anyway, I think this would all make a lot more sense with pictures.
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)02:30 No.7596228
    "shot", not "angle"
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:31 No.7596234
    >>invisible walls

    Are you TRYING to make a shitty game?
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:32 No.7596244
    The city is quiet. The lights are harsh flurescent, and light up only small patches at any one time. They flicker on and off intermidently. There are no people, but occasionally there is the noise of people - voices, feet walking, cars moving. All of it muffled, silent, on the edge of hearing. But they are all talking about you. About the things you did wrong, about what's wrong with you, about why you never lived up to your potential,

    The city is overgrown, but not with leaves or green things, but with barbed wire that seems to seep out of cracks in the pavement and wrap itself around whatever is closest. On lamp posts, cameras turn and swivel, looking for you. They follow you as you move through the patches of light, and their unblinking eye seems to fuel the murmurs. The more you are in sight of the camera, the louder the noises get, until they are screaming at you.

    And that's when you can feel it behind you. Never in a place you can see, but you can hear it, and feel it staring at you. The sound of metal on metal, knifes slowly being ground together. You are at it's mercy, and this time, maybe it will kill you.

    But the shadows are no better. If you step out of the light and into the shadows, you can see them moving. Not directly, but out of the corner of your eye, the shadows move. If you look, if you stare,they fade back to nothing, but out of the corner, you can seem things in them move and reach towards you, unfurling long arms and skittering legs.

    And there's the computers. Here you can sit and read about the outside world. Everyone is normal on the computers, even if you can never see a picture of them. But you can't talk about what's happening - whatever you type always comes out wrong, like a happy personal message. But if you could get it right, if you could tell them what's happening, you know that you would be free of the nightmare.

    But don't spend too long trying. The more you type, the lounder the voices get...
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)02:49 No.7596469

    no, it's a stroke of genius, fucking with the PLAYER's head, forcing him to apparently commit suicide to progress. That takes fucking GUTS to jump in that bottomless hole..

    (the save point was far, far, far away)
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    Maybe I'm not being clear.

    This is an overhead map of it, roughly to scale (the outlet might be larger). The dark gray areas are chasms; when I say "invisible wall" I mean clipping barriers, like are used on detailed geometry to keep the player from sticking to it.

    The original idea was that the chasms in the tunnel (the gray parts near the edges) would be big enough that you could slip into them if you didn't crawl in the right direction, and clearly visible with the lamp on. Assuming that's too annoying, they can be shrunken (along with the tunnel's breadth) to the size in the diagram and blocked off with clipping walls. At that point, they'd be small enough that the player's model wouldn't even fit, and no one would really notice unless they were literally running their hands across it. The thing about the side chasms being lethal while the one at the end isn't, is that you're being messed with by something utterly incomprehensible, a force that doesn't have any set rules (like with the alt. school bathroom in SH1 that teleported you, as opposed to the many doors that didn't). Also, I think the chasm at the end functions a little like the hole you jump down in SH2- a dismissal of reason, a kind of player suicide without player death.
    If you absolutely can't stand the end chasm jump/fall, I've included a couple other ideas: the yellow part, a section of floor that would give away as soon as they got on it (see: entrance to centipede boss in SH1) and eliminate the forced-choice element (you didn't choose for it to cave in, it simply did- no more self-contradictory than dying by mumblers at the beginning of SH1 and having to avoid dying by them later), and the kind of grotesque mauve part, a ledge you could see from camera angle two, differentiating the chasm from the others.

    (Angle 1 is the angle I'm using up until the player gets to the end, Angle 2 is for when they're nearing the exit)
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)03:11 No.7596704
    *Angle 1 is a player model's eye view, like the bathroom tunnel in 4 kind of
    >> !Sight/mqD. 01/15/10(Fri)03:15 No.7596744
    also this is next to fucking impossible to explain in words
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:30 No.7596933
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    I think, if I made it to the end, I'd see my Maria there.

    In my dream home, after I've gone through every event of trauma and pain I've felt or seen or heard about in my life, some that weren't even mine.
    "Who am I? I'm your perfect woman...I'm your sister, here to protect you...I'm your mother, here to keep you safe from harm...I'm your wife, here to satisfy and complete you...I'm your daughter, here to respect and admire you...I am your grandmother, here to answer your questions and make your life seem worry-free.

    I am anyone you could hope to meet, I'm everything you want...and I'm everything you have never had.

    Everything you probably will...never have.
    *laughs as a woman* *giggles as a little girl* *snickers as a woman*

    But you made it. You caught me. Good job making it past all those big tough bad guys to reach me...to save yourself. Some hero.

    So, what is it gonna be? Are you gonna save yourself? Gonna kill me and walk away clean? Are we going to...have some fun, like you never could out there?

    What's the plan, man?

    (Brief pause as game calculates your ending)
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:32 No.7596954
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    Ending 1

    Music plays as camera goes through non-evil version of all the places I went through. Finally, at the place I started, camera stops to reveal a Silent Hill nurse dressed in the "perfect woman's" cloths breastfeeding a baby.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:35 No.7596987
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    Ending 2

    Music plays as a figure from the dream house brutally kills another-using a sawblade, pipe, shotgun, hammer, smashing furniture on it etc.

    Music ends and it reveals the "perfect woman" crying over my corpse.

    Another woman taps her shoulder and asks if she feels better.

    Camera pans back-she is in her own house, beating a rag doll.

    She says she feels better now about what happened...
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:37 No.7597004
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    Ending 3

    Music plays as the two figures have passionate sex.

    The room becomes messier and bloodier slowly as time goes on.

    They start getting violent, smashing the room and things darken.

    Music ends and myself form the start of the game walks in...encountering his first monster fight.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:40 No.7597034
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    Ending 4

    UFO descends down and captures me.

    I become a crime fighting super hero in the city of Silent Hill, my alter ego dressed in a tuxedo among wealthy looking Silent Hill nurses, served by my butler Pyramid Head.

    My sidekick-Heather Mason in a Catwoman outfit-is seen in the cave below my home watching a map of Silent Hill for trouble.

    The aliens run out of gas for their UFO and we spring tino action with a gas can to rescue them!
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)03:41 No.7597038
    Good end.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)03:43 No.7597069
    The entire thing would be well-lit and fogless. There would always be things darting in and out of the corners of my eyes. I am comfortable in the dark, I am not less comfortable in the light, but I would rather not see the one that gets me, to see the grotesque horrors that haunt me would scare me far more then to see glimpses of them in the darkness.

    The entire world would be utterly silent. Any dramatic or sudden thing would be accompanied by an extremely loud noise. I hate noise, doubly so when exposed to it after long silence. This would probably cause me to auditorily hallucinate, causing me to end up freaking the fuck out for no reason.

    Thus I am robbed of my first defense against threats, my hearing, because while I have it, I cannot trust it.

    The town would be cold. Not windy, not wet, just cold. near 0. This would allow the town to lead my along through a path of shelters and warm places. It would also rob me of my sense of feel.

    There would be a famine in the entire town. What things in the town that don't kill me will be starving, probably starving little girls. Even some of the monsters would look malnourished, with visible ribs and sunken eyes. Thus all food I eat I will feel guilty for eating.

    My hands would be tied or badly frostbitten. If I can punch something and hurt it im not afraid of it, even if it eventually kills me. A feeling of helplessness would overtake me.

    As for what would eventually get me? Well, the town only calls people with extreme guilt, which I have none of, so I don't know the purpose of my visit, but knowing me I will probably have experienced a series of deaths I feel I would have been able to prevent. Either I would absolve myself of guilt, or go batshit insane watching my loved ones die, and all I have to do to stop it is die in their place.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)03:45 No.7597080
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    >Heather in cat suit
    ... ffffffFFFFF-
    >> Kal'tiest !TenHbLE/iE 01/15/10(Fri)03:49 No.7597122
    My silent hill would have no monsters. You see I am scared of the very act of being scared so I would always expect a monster but it would never happen. And in the corner of my eye something moves every so often.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)03:51 No.7597143

    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)03:52 No.7597152
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    Ending 5

    The perfect woman laughs warmly.
    "Oh, get that look off your face. I'm just kidding you know."
    Listen, remember when you were a kid and you felt so awful that you were just fading? Most guys reach that point at some time in their lives, it's just natural. Do you remember what you wished for?"

    The perfect woman changes to look like a regular punky teenager.

    "Wanna know what sensitive guys like you really want when push comes to shove? A friend.
    A best friend. That's what I am dude!"
    "Listen, you want to know what you really needed to face in this room? It wasn't your little kinky hang-ups, it wasn't your mommy issues, it wasn't your boyhood fantasies. You just needed to face your real perfect woman.
    I'm your best friend. That's all you need. Your wife, kids if you have them-be their friend first, and your role in the family second."

    *Perfect woman pours a drink and sits down beside me*

    "Here, I think you'll like this."

    *Perfect woman hands me a drink, I pass out*
    *I wake up in a bar. I sit up, and a barely visible woman comes back from the restroom and sits down beside me*

    "Getting bored there? Listen, I know I've been talking too much...how about we just skip this trash and go to your place for the night, hmm?"

    *I look in the mirror, look back at her and smile*

    "Hey, I'm not that kinda guy. You have to at least bring me some flowers first..."

    *She smiles. She looks like the perfect woman, but clean and real*
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:00 No.7597229
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    Ending 6

    I wake up naked in a pile of Silent Hill monsters...everything, Pyramid Head look alikes, nurses, the children thingys, the big fat monsters, the cow and dog monsters, all in different variations and colors.

    They shift and leave and it reveals I'm dead-my whole lower body missing, cuts all over...just a corpse with a pretty face left behind in the fucking pile.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)04:05 No.7597279
    >Look. Unless you have pleasure in seeing other suffering, you are good.
    Then I'm bad. A really bad boy that needs to be punished, btw.
    I like reading about people emotionally drained, being opressed, or even physically tortured(especially wimmin).
    Generally, I guess my Silent Hill would look like the one in SH2.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:07 No.7597299
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    Ending 7

    A video plays on the TV in the room, and the perfect woman and I sit on the couch to watch.

    The music rolls as increasingly disturbing scenes are played (like The Ring video, or the stories about the "The Grifter" video). Many of these are designed to play on the fears of those with OCD and many of the things described here in this thread are shown.

    Finally the video ends and it pans back to reveal the "perfect woman" is a monster as well. Instead of a couch, it is an operating room with horrifying looking devices with diagrams about sexual torture on the walls. I slowly try to get up and another "perfect woman" grabs me from behind and pulls me, screaming onto the table.

    A third "perfect woman" grabs the camera, shakes it (cue breast bouncing emphasized) then twists the camera and a snapping noise is heard. Fade to lack on the floor sideways watching their bare feet shuffle towards the table.
    >> S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 01/15/10(Fri)04:10 No.7597326
    Silent Hill? Can't be worse than the Zone!
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:10 No.7597328
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    That is all my endings.

    Here's a cool image for yous if you read them.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:14 No.7597368
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    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)04:15 No.7597372
    I'm a communist so my silent hill would be a capitalist paradise.

    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:16 No.7597382
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    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:20 No.7597426
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    So lemme get this straight...George W. Bush takes on the role of punisher in your version?

    Sounds pretty normal to me.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)04:20 No.7597429
    I'm guessing this is the secret 8th ending?
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)04:21 No.7597438
    Conspiracy and Mistrust
    continually befallen with accidents and coincidence. It is eventually revealed that the one plotting and responsible for what is happening is myself. Not able to trust anything as just happening and trying desperately to get out of the plot. Managing to foil even my own suicide attempts, I enact my plan against my own will. My results are horrifying. My reward is just.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:22 No.7597442
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    Yeah, but I for some reason had troubled making it.

    Anyone else wanna give it a shot?
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:25 No.7597476
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    That sounds like an Isaac Asimov story...
    >> duck 01/15/10(Fri)04:27 No.7597494
    It might have been. An attempt to discredit myself.
    Yes, I'll never figure that out.
    >> Thannak 01/15/10(Fri)04:37 No.7597562
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    Perhaps I invented this Isaac Asmiov idea to throw you off...perhaps I'm really at YOUR computer right now, and you are deluded into thinking you are at your own.

    Except that the one you are on is mine and is booby trapped.

    Also, that makes it yours, so in reality all you are doing is deleting your own porn and reaction image folders as we speak...or am I?
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    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)05:38 No.7598106
    More important question is, why haven't I posted 3, and where are the rest of those on my hard drive?
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)09:40 No.7600047
    That is a good question.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)09:55 No.7600195
    I loved the original silent hill. Best game for its time ever. I recently played Silent hill home coming and I was so disappointed with it.

    Does anyone have the Silent Hill demotivatior where the US Postal service is complaining about delivering mail to Silent hill?
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)10:23 No.7600487
    Silent Hill > Resident Evil
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)11:36 No.7601476

    I too would like to see this
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)12:17 No.7601951
    My monsters wouldn't necessarily be violent. I think it's far creepier to have these monstrous creatures just sat on a bus, going about every day activities, and I'm the only one who can see them. They might be monstrously fat or impossibly thin; gross extremities of various physical traits would probably be quite common. The main common theme across all the monsters would be that they have no faces. They talk in weird garbled noises that leave you feeling vaguely scolded, as if they're dissapointed in you.

    This represents my difficulty in forming empathic feelings towards other people.

    Worse would be the "other mes" that wander around the place, representing my fears on what I should be and what I might become. Some might be ingloriously successful and unfailingly benevolent, but then there will be the broken wrecks, the savage monsters, the static non-doers. The negative ones would be mini-bosses and the positive ones.. might still be bosses, but after defeat turn into helpful characters.

    This represents my fear of my own potential, which often leaves me paralysed and doing nothing rather than risk doing something and have it blow up in my face.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)12:29 No.7602059
    Well, Silent Hill always has the presence of a few iconic creatures, due to Alessa's influence on the world. The Nurses, Dogs and Swarm will always be present, though change depending on the victim.

    Weaker monsters, such as the various lurker incarnations, reflect your less important concerns and childhood fears. For example, as a kid the idea of rotting and being ifested with maggots was particularly frightening. I would expect these to be portrayed in the Big Three, as well as the lurker-based weaker monsters.

    The more powerful monsters are reminiscent of more powerful or more prevalent fears, psychoses, traumas and concerns, such as the Samael in Homecoming. For myself, these would likely represent sexual frustration, paranoia, persistent anxiety and an overall fear of helplessness. No way out, no option, no way to fight off the enemy. The creatures killed in Silent Hill would never stay dead for me.

    The biggest and baddest monsters, such as the 'boss' monsters, would be a reflection of every dark and horrible aspect related to other victims, people important to the individual, and finally oneself. Like James and Alex, I would likely be fighting monsters that were sexualized into a grotesque, horrific form, and if I was brought into Silent Hill by something leading to these similar ideas good old Pyramid Head would likely be there to punish me where I needed to be. Most of the monsters would play on my deeper fears, ones that I cannot consciously identify, and would reflect on me in a manner that would have the fight or flight response arguing with itself in my head.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)12:37 No.7602123
    In this scenario my weaker unique monster would be a hairy thing with lots of splayed out legs because I fucking hate spiders.

    The more powerful ones, and the general theme, would be very overtly masculine, brutal things to represent certain iniquities about my sexuality.

    My pyramid head would be a bloated creature with thousands of spawn to represent my extreme mother figure issues.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)12:53 No.7602257
    I'd probably be left out in an open field, on an infinitely starry night; you can see the whole cosmos, practically. And there's a slowly expanding supernova that takes up half the sky, yet it is still dark.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)12:56 No.7602279
    o fuck you, now this is my hell
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)13:14 No.7602455
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    > this thread
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)13:33 No.7602669
    I'm not sure what mine would be, I've got awful mechanisms for coping with fear, so it wouldn't have to be much. The only thing I can think of is that it would keep stoking my imagination and let me torture myself.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)13:37 No.7602722
    I dunno, it's more mundane things that get me, I have anxiety issues. Throw a nightmarescape at me and I'll just go all ADVENTURER mode on it.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)13:46 No.7602859
    OP here. I made this thread like a day and a half ago... I'm shocked to see it still up, but glad too.
    Gave me some great ideas for a SH campaign. I'll have to archive this beast.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)13:53 No.7602920
    Nice but if you see this you're already dead from radiation.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)14:18 No.7603154
    My Silent Hill, huh?

    I know there would be masks. Like those porcelain wall masks, floating about a vaguely humanoid shape made from half-corporeal darkness. They would be incarnations of the things that prevent me from realizing my true self. Aspects of my subconscious that I know exist, but deny because its easier to run from them than to face them. Some of them would be accompanied by routines; bloated and fleshy creatures with trays of maggot-infested food and urine laced with alcohol, seductive female forms continuously perform obscene acts on eat other, etc.

    Stalking me, would be a deformed ogre, carrying a iron rod in one hand with chains, shackles, and the like in the other. His presence would known, by distorted twisted honky tonk music and apocalyptic religious sermons that would blare from the speaker that is embedded in his chest. He would have his own routine, consisting of well-meaning creatures that even would attempt to help me escape from him – by minding myself to them.

    Somewhere, deep within the twisted confines of my own nightmare would be a chained angel. Glorious, semi-mechanical, and powerful – it is currently impotent by the other forces that lurk within the hell.
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)15:39 No.7604154
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)15:42 No.7604197
    >He still has his subconscious horrors tormenting him!
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)16:46 No.7605113
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)16:46 No.7605129
    silient hill wasn't scary for me sorry
    >> Anonymous 01/15/10(Fri)16:56 No.7605287
    People. Everywhere. At all times.

    They'd all be watching me, constantly judging me with their sneering faces and cold eyes, waiting for me to slip up. I'd go insane.

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