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Saturday, May 27, 2006

Euphoric Agony

I am playing Silent Hill 4: The Room right now, in the middle of the night. If I blast the speakers strong enough, the eerie sound wave might just be strong enough to punch a big portal hole into the other world.


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I entered a portal hole somewhere and came out here in the ladies' toilet. As you can see, a mannequin with bloody hands is sitting in a toilet.




















Allow me to introduce you to the sniffers. I beat them up with the steel pipe, sending bits of brain matter flying around.














Now, here I am, in front of vast darkness, fear of the unknown totally squeezing all my adrenaline out. I walked through the darkness, and found my way to the subway stairs. I descended into the execrable abyss. Sounds of ghosts calling out were in my ears.



Ha, there they were. Observe how they move. They're floating in mid-air with flexible joints that of a gymnast. Their feet were limp and lame, but they're able to move with celerity, chasing after you. They thrust forward by pushing their feet gently against the floor, sort of like in the water. Their heads went up and down, whilst opening their mouth and eyes wide (and no pupil! all white!). Most of the time they're looking downwards. Observe their drooping heads. The last frame shows a ghost bringing himself up from a fall. They constantly make a low pitch but deeply sonorous sound, yearning for fresh meat and blood. Once they got hold of you, they'd plunge their head onto your chest and eat your heart out.

There's another ghost, but I didn't display it here. She's a totally clueless, seemingly innocuous and amicable, but utterly dangerous grandma with an outfit of the 1930s. She wears a hat but no glasses. When she comes near you, she waggles her head from left to right with 90 degrees tilt. Just beat her up with the steel pipe.









The other ghost who fell was in euphoric agony as I stepped on his chest. He pulled his head up out of reflex, and open his mouth wide screaming for help. Do observe his countenance.


















Here, after I beat up that ghost, he fell down gently. I stepped on his groin, trying to put him out of my misery (no pun intended). They wouldn't die, and never would, but I was trying to buy more time here.




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