( Spoilers for Silent Hill: Shattered Memories )

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Ugh, this is terrible...

This apartment is so stuffy, but I can't get the windows open. The ghost keeps closing them. I think I'm freaking the person out too much.
I can't stand the smell of sickness in here. It reminds me of a hospital!

Ugh...

My head is just pounding over here. No matter what I do, the television and the radio and the microwave keep making these terrible buzzing noises. I'm about to throw them all away, except that I at least need my radio. Am I the only one having this problem?

Ugh, at least this poem is written better than the last one addressed to me. Stanley, who let you have books, anyway?

Creep.

Ugh.

What's this thing?

Look, if you think you can just take my gun and give me this thing, you've got another thing coming!

No radio, either... Damn, how am I going to get out of here? I thought this stuff was all over with!

You think this is funny?

How the hell do you know about Stanley, anyway?


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[Heather scoffs, crumpling paper.]

Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Ghosts. If you wanted to give me a present, why couldn't you just let me stay longer?

[The door on the other side of Heather's apartment led into another apartment, though the similarities ended there. This apartment was clean, and distinctly girly, or at least the room the apartment opened up into ( Read more... )

So, Violet and I are thinking of playing some card games. Anyone want to join us?