ITT: Our car broke down in Silent Hill

...Uh oh. I guess we'll have to walk to the nearest gas station.

Let's split up, gang!

Great idea! -wanders off in the general direction of the gas station-

-Roots around in the box of video game cosplays we brought back from where we were coming from.-

Hey, I found one of the guy heading towards the car!

edited 27th Oct '10 5:19:41 PM by Pentigan

Guys, my lucky compass is wonking out.

Hmm... -strokes chin ponderously-

I suggest we stick together but still try and get help? We wont get lost in the fog that way. So, uh, this way? -points towards the town-

Sure, sounds good. I'll keep trying my cell phone in the mean time.

Oh, cool! I mean, uh... Oh, horror! I say we start looking around for improvised weapons. Also, splitting up may actually be a good idea. If I'm not mistaken, Silent Hill is a place that gets its monsters 'n such by drawing from the traumatic memories of those who go there, meaning that if we all stay in one place, we might start getting monsters from everyone's collective conscience. <——(WMG)

What? You mean it isn't a harmless resort town? I've got this brochure from the glove box from next to the letter the retarded kid my brother used to torture wrote me that says I'll find a deep peace.

That deep peace being a six foot grave when the town dumps your corpse on the outskirts. And that's if you're lucky. Does the guy on the front of the leaflet have a weird helmet?

No... he's got an ascot though.

Well, while you to do... whatever it is you're doing, I'm going to go search for supplies. The game town usually gives you something to defend yourself with before attacking you, so that shouldn't be too hard... Say, does this car have a radio?

Yes...attached to the dash. I'll check the trunk for a portable though.

Uh, who has the keys?

-Equipts self with various costumes from the box, including putting the Pyramidhead helmet on backwards with a hole cut out-

Well, I'm ready. Bring on the first wave of mostly-identical creatures!

Nobody has the keys, apparently. As long as we keep the radio turned up, we should at least be able to hear whatever comes our way from here. I'm sure sure how defensible this car will be, though.

Or we could do this Detroit style.

-Hefts rock, smashes window, starting car alarm. Reaches in and pops trunk.-

Now let's see what we've got...

[IN AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE:]

YOU ALETED THE HORDE!

edited 28th Oct '10 3:34:18 PM by HungryJoe

I'm just gonna grab an AR-15 and a spray bottle of holy water and avoid the rush.

Okay, I call dibs on the head lamp and the crowbar.

[IN SAID ALTERNATE TIMELINE:]

Is that Justin Beiber?

My God, it is! Grab a water bottle and call Lady Gaga, we're gonna fight him!

What are you talking about? Guys, I think ILDG might be in the Otherworld already.

[IN ALTERNATE TIMELINE:]]

He's got a SEGWAAAAAY RUN FOR IT!

What otherworld? Am I being Gaslighted?

Gaslighted?

-Reappears, covered in kool-aid- Okay, turns out a six foot meat cleaver isn't the best substitue for a straw. By the way, I think I may have alerted the local crazies to our presence here. Either that or they just like screaming about killing the unclean one. Hard to tell with them...

-has wandered off into the fog with the car radio-

-banging comes from the car boot- ~muffled~ Okay guys! Very funny, let me out already!