I FEEL LIKE I DRINKING BUT THAT’S PROBABLY A BAD IDEA AT 1:30AM SO I GUESS I’LL JUST GO TO BED THEN
Tomorrow I’ll make a decision about me and Crystal. I’ll see about getting that help I mentioned wanting from you guys, too. Hubby’s got tomorrow off so I’m not sure what else we’ll be up to. If time permits, however: EPISODE 20. It’s now with 500% less murderous animatronic creepy assholes.
Has he played the P.T. Demo? Judging by your tags I suspect it may be relevant to his interests.
Is that the new Silent Hill one? We didn’t play the demo, but we did watch a video. IT WAS AWFUL. SO MUCH SWEARING. HUBBY WAS DELIGHTED.
Has he played many other horror games with you? Though perhaps “at you” might be a better description.
That is the perfect description, yes.
He’s played Bioshock at me (I KNOW IT’S NOT A HORROR GAME SHH). One of the Silent Hill games too, though I forget which. And we’re like in a perpetual loop of Alan Wake where we only get so far, then don’t play for ages, and then have to start all over again. I think I’ve seen the first few stages like three times now.
THIS IN NO WAY MAKES IT LESS AWFUL IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING
He was going to play Alan Wake tonight, but we got it on the cheap on Steam during the last sale and it was going to be like a 6GB download and Hubby was going for the immediate gratification, so the 250MB Freddy’s looked much more appealing. WE SEE HOW THAT TURNED OUT.
I’ve also managed to watch an entire playthrough of Amnesia: The Dark Descent, though that was online, not Hubby. I’M STILL KIND OF FUCKED UP OVER IT.
Hubby is a very terrible soul for making you endure this with him. Is he at the very least screaming with you?
NO HE WAS JUST FOCUSED ON LIGHTS AND DOORS WHILE I WAS CURLED IN MY CHAIR WHISPERING “where did it go wherediditgooooo”.
AND THEN THE MURDER AND THE YELLING
MAKING HIM LAUGH AND COME HUG ME LIKE THE HUG MAKES IT OKAY I SEE WHAT YOU DO BOY
FUCK NIGHT TWO FUCK
THE RABBIT WILL NOT STOP WITH THE MURDER
Hubby’s going to give this level one more try. IT IS STILL NIGHT ONE.
Success means continued playing. Failure means that’s it for tonight. YET THE HORRIFYING DEATH.
Hubby: It doesn’t help that the thing screeches when it catches you.
Me: It doesn’t help that I do too.
Actual quote, me, five seconds ago: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCK”
This was followed up by
Hubby: I don’t know what I did wrong.
Me: YOU BOUGHT THIS FUCKING GAME
Hubby: Do you know anything about this game?
Me: I know it’s creepy fucking animatronics.
Hubby: You don’t know how it controls or anything?
SHIT HUBBY IS GOING TO PLAY SCARY GAME
HE’S BUYING THAT FUCKING GAME WITH THE EVIL CHUCK E CHEESE ANIMATRONICS
FUCK ME THAT THING LOOKS FUCKED
"All right, we’re now downloading. There’s no going back."
It’s pitch black outside and all I can hear is someone out there somewhere whistling an unknowable and slightly off-key tune AND IT’S KIND OF CREEPY COULD YOU NOT