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Test Drive Meme #1
TEST DRIVE MEME
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
I. Public Records - Daytime
If you want to find out more about the strange town you’re in, why not check the Public Records building?
There’s no one at the guard post, and there’s no one at the desks, so you’re free to look through all the filing cabinets you can find. Some are full of petty complaints sent in about this person not cutting their grass short enough or that person letting their dog out without a leash, and there are meticulous records of replies. Others are full of blueprints of different buildings, buildings that exist and buildings that don’t. Others still have police reports, and there seems to be a suspicious number of reports about abused and disappeared children, and dealers selling hallucinogens to tourists. All those complaints are found unsubstantiated or tragic accidents. Nothing to be done about it.
Deeper in the filing rooms, so far deep that you can’t see the sun from the windows anymore, there’s one filing cabinet that smells like charred flesh and smoke with a tiny, childlike black handprint pressed to its surface. The filing cabinets around it are full of messages to you, messages from loved ones that may or may not be alive anymore. There’s no way to open the cabinet with a handprint on it. No way to look through it. If you fiddle with it too long, you’ll start getting a dreadful feeling of being watched by someone very, very unhappy.
If you want to find out more about the strange town you’re in, why not check the Public Records building?
There’s no one at the guard post, and there’s no one at the desks, so you’re free to look through all the filing cabinets you can find. Some are full of petty complaints sent in about this person not cutting their grass short enough or that person letting their dog out without a leash, and there are meticulous records of replies. Others are full of blueprints of different buildings, buildings that exist and buildings that don’t. Others still have police reports, and there seems to be a suspicious number of reports about abused and disappeared children, and dealers selling hallucinogens to tourists. All those complaints are found unsubstantiated or tragic accidents. Nothing to be done about it.
Deeper in the filing rooms, so far deep that you can’t see the sun from the windows anymore, there’s one filing cabinet that smells like charred flesh and smoke with a tiny, childlike black handprint pressed to its surface. The filing cabinets around it are full of messages to you, messages from loved ones that may or may not be alive anymore. There’s no way to open the cabinet with a handprint on it. No way to look through it. If you fiddle with it too long, you’ll start getting a dreadful feeling of being watched by someone very, very unhappy.
II. Midwich Elementary School - Nightmare
Sirens cut through the night, and the fog lifts, only to be replaced by darkness. The floor glows like embers, linoleum peeling back to reveal rusted wires, like the floor is a catwalk instead of the bottom of a school. The walls are too hot to touch, and they glow with words scratched on their surface as if with a burning hot knife.
Witch
Go home
Drop dead
Terrible things spill from the classrooms. Tiny, childlike creatures, blackened entirely save for veins of red heat breaking the surface of their skin like lava. They turn their faceless heads towards the nearest living creature and shriek, sprinting towards them with arms outstretched, intending to tackle them in a blistering, suffocating bear hug.
Sirens cut through the night, and the fog lifts, only to be replaced by darkness. The floor glows like embers, linoleum peeling back to reveal rusted wires, like the floor is a catwalk instead of the bottom of a school. The walls are too hot to touch, and they glow with words scratched on their surface as if with a burning hot knife.
Witch
Go home
Drop dead
Terrible things spill from the classrooms. Tiny, childlike creatures, blackened entirely save for veins of red heat breaking the surface of their skin like lava. They turn their faceless heads towards the nearest living creature and shriek, sprinting towards them with arms outstretched, intending to tackle them in a blistering, suffocating bear hug.
III. Toluca Lake - Daytime
Starvation is looming. Anything perishable has rotted, and non-perishables have been devoured. What is there to do?
Well, there’s always the lake.
It stands to reason that there are fish in the lake. The tourist pamphlets in the hotels advertise fishing trips, after all. But on the docks, someone has drawn in chalk a terrible picture. It’s a childlike drawing of the bottom of the lake with hundreds of hands reaching up to the surface, hundreds of hands of the dead reaching to take the living down with them.
Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s just a taunt to get people keyed up. Either way, there’s a fishing boat docked with a fishing pole ready to go. Good luck.
Starvation is looming. Anything perishable has rotted, and non-perishables have been devoured. What is there to do?
Well, there’s always the lake.
It stands to reason that there are fish in the lake. The tourist pamphlets in the hotels advertise fishing trips, after all. But on the docks, someone has drawn in chalk a terrible picture. It’s a childlike drawing of the bottom of the lake with hundreds of hands reaching up to the surface, hundreds of hands of the dead reaching to take the living down with them.
Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s just a taunt to get people keyed up. Either way, there’s a fishing boat docked with a fishing pole ready to go. Good luck.
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The building didn't seem too old, but god there were a lot of creaking and soft static like there were speakers hidden in the walls playing a radio station that was out of range. "God, I hate this place." Raven saw movement in the distance, and shot first, asking questions later.
It was a rat. Now a dead rat. She glanced back at Logan and shrugged like a kid that accidentally did something they didn't take any responsibility for.
When they start moving again, she made a mental note to relax despite this building doing every goddamn thing to make her nervous and unsettled. She also didn't notice any cameras which made the feeling of being watched that much more strange. "Even if we don't find anyone, I want to know what the hell is up with this town. People don't just get up and walk away from a perfectly good place all at once."
Mystique is a dick. The biggest dick. Apparently more so when terrified. "I wish Victor was here."
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He didn't like the feel of the place. People didn't just leave buildings full of files of complaints and furniture in them and disappear. Full buildings just standing alone. It was strange.
The gun went off just as he had turned to look back behind them. The moment he heard it his claws dropped from both hands, turning to snarl at... nothing. he gave her a soft glare, not really meaning to glare. Just.... really? "Relax. It's not like you to be so jumpy." Is it?
He retracted the claws when they realized it was just a rat, only to growl faintly in a huff at her last comment.
"Yeah. I'd rather have Victor here too." Now who's being the dick?
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"Yes, well, it's not everyday I find myself in an abandoned town in the middle of nowhere. Also, I'm no ghost hunter, but I'm pretty sure this dumpsterfire is haunted." she complained.
Victor would be just as lost as far as what they should do, but at least he wouldn't have smart shit to say. And she could probably have convinced him to take the lead easily enough. Just to lighten the mood she changes form to look exactly like the Victor she knows. Big muscles, shabby hair, and taller than this version of Logan, even. It made the gun look small in his hands.
"Better?"
They come up on another room. The door got kicked in easily, and the insides were identical to the one they'd just left. "You've got to be kidding me."