reviewing stuff and meme-ing :|a

[unsoldiered]

You tell me I could use a getaway, and then you throw me into awful situations. I think I can officially say 'I called it', thanks. Nothing ever goes right, so it's on par for the course. [At least it can't get any worse than what he's already dealt with--or at least, that is a mighty challenge. :|] And no, I didn't really need a map of my house. Why would I need a map for my house? Hell, I needed a map for what it turned into, if that's what you're asking. Jesus.

[wait what are you playing now]

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Origins...? Is that--is that the guy I got a lift from to Shepherd's Glen? [TRAVIS THE TRUCKER WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME]

Is there anyone who hasn't been to Silent Hill?

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[pediophobia]

Well, I only know what I've overheard from my... dear mundane, but suffice it to say that no, I don't think I intend to take any children there anytime soon. Or myself, for that matter.

[unsoldiered]

I don't know what it's supposed to be. I mean, I'd been there before when I was really little, but I don't remember most of it. [He was too busy being half-dead and hypothermic after that awful bus accident.] It used to be a normal place. I guess it just... depends on the circumstances.

I know I'm not taking any chances, anyway. [His eyes darken thoughtfully. Let it be unsaid, there are some unpleasant memories that follow.]

[pediophobia]

Sounds a bit like an experience that I once had. I'm only glad that mine was simply an art gallery rather than an entire town.

[unsoldiered]

An art gallery. [He sort of... gets it. In some way. There were a few photographs, drawings, paintings in Silent Hill that caused him grief, so he wouldn't doubt an art gallery would turn awry for this guy, too. Instead he plays it casual, eyebrows knitting together.] ... Sounds like a weird day.

[pediophobia]

"Weird" is certainly one way of describing it. And far more polite than many that I would have considered.

[unsoldiered]

Well, I have a lot of impolite ways of putting just about anything, but I'll leave that all up to you. [He smiles. Sort of. It's a quirk of the corner of his mouth, but it still counts for something. He hasn't had a lot of humor lately.] Maybe your art gallery and this town should be friends and leave the rest of us alone.

[pediophobia]

Now there's a thought. Though I'm not entirely sure that it's a good one. I shudder to think what may happen if they form an alliance.

[unsoldiered]

... Okay, that's a good point. Fucked-up places don't need alliances, or else we'd all be in hot water. [A beat.] Could I ask... what exactly this 'gallery' is like?

[pediophobia]

Well, when I first arrived, it seemed perfectly normal. On the small side, but well-kept. They were having an exhibit on Guertena, a fairly unknown artist. Things were perfectly fine, at first-- a bit boring, even, but then... [he pauses. how to explain this next part...] Things began to change. The building went dark and quiet, and the other visitors to the museum disappeared. I'm still not certain where they were taken, or if perhaps myself and a friend of mine were the only ones taken to the, ah... alternate gallery. It was impossible to tell, to be quite frank.

[unsoldiered]

So the paintings--were they what was causing everything?

[He cut a painting and got attacked by monsters.

Clearly the paintings are conspiring against him.]

[pediophobia]

I believe at least most if it was the work of a certain painting-- a painting of a young girl named "Mary." It seems she wanted to leave that place-- honestly, I can't imagine why.

[unsoldiered]

Mary? [You're lookin' at the wrong SH protagonist to question that name. :|b] Then she lived inside the painting, is what you're saying.

[pediophobia]

It seems hard to believe, but... yes, it seems so. Mary was a painting. I'm still not sure of exactly what happened in that place, to be completely honest, but I have a funny feeling that it all started with her.

[unsoldiered]

I guess I'd try to break out if I were her.

I mean, I know what it's like. Not wanting to stay in a place for long.