The hideously diseased part of my brain that makes me bop along cheerfully to horribly depressing apocalyptic-suicide music, is currently highly amused by that mental image. I am a terrible, terrible, terrible person.
So far my fandom activities have remained relatively free of the curse of Silent Hill. But that may just be a result of me not having yet experienced the horror of Pyramid Head due to computer troubles.
On the other hand: I have experienced the true horror of walking, alone, in the dark and the fog, along a lonely deserted path, between a chain link fence with woods on one side, and hedgerows bordering an empty field on the other, with light drizzle coming down. Before entering an old alleyway where an air-conditioning unit is making slow irregular humming noises, even though the building is empty...
So yeah, Silent Hill just follows me to the real world. And then I go and listen to creepy Silent Hill-esque 'Noise' music. There is something wrong with me.
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So far my fandom activities have remained relatively free of the curse of Silent Hill. But that may just be a result of me not having yet experienced the horror of Pyramid Head due to computer troubles.
On the other hand: I have experienced the true horror of walking, alone, in the dark and the fog, along a lonely deserted path, between a chain link fence with woods on one side, and hedgerows bordering an empty field on the other, with light drizzle coming down. Before entering an old alleyway where an air-conditioning unit is making slow irregular humming noises, even though the building is empty...
So yeah, Silent Hill just follows me to the real world. And then I go and listen to creepy Silent Hill-esque 'Noise' music. There is something wrong with me.