Read note.

Hug Tom.

rolled 7 = 7

I use this option
>>7654355

You scream like a little girl, but to little avail; you end up red faced and panting.

Then you return to the cookie jars, and open the blue one after knocking and shaking it. Didn't sound like cookies... and no, it isn't cookies. Instead there are rolls and rolls of banknotes inside...

>action?

rolled 4 = 4

>>7654392
banknotes...as in money?

check the yellow and orange boxes next.

any symbols on them or are they just average cookie tins?

can we get the TV going again?

Will the cookie tins make decent item-carriers, or are they too small or cumbersome?

what are in the other tins?

rolled 4 = 4

>>7654455
put them in the blanket, carry that santa style tied shut with an XBOX cable, include XBOX for additional weight, you now have a good club.

don't do that yet, see if you can get the XBOX working first.

Look in the other tins?

(sorry, internet is fucking dreadful now)

>>7654480
That sounds like a good idea. A sack for items that gradually becomes a bludgeoning weapon as we add more junk. Of course, lugging it all around will get cumbersome later, but by then, we'll have hopefully found a backpack or something.

Look in the other tins.

right, sorry guys, internet was just so bad...

>>7654388

You look down at the TV. Yes, that's where the piano music is from. Or so you think.

You try to activate the TV again, and then you realise you are on Xbox. You don't recall turning it on... maybe you did so accidentally? You look down. Yes, the console is on...

The screen is still not working though, no matter how you manipulate the cables. On the good side, the roar outside has somewhat subsided, and you can hear what sounds like drum beats over the piano music.

Except the drum beats aren't in rhythm.

>>7654515

You take off the blanket and pile your stuff in it. Well, beats having to stuff your pockets. Still, you don't tie it up yet since you still haven't decided what to do with the Xbox and TV...

>action?

>>7654522

You look into the second tin, the yellow one - and it does have cookies, coconut ones! How do you like that?

The drumbeats continue, as does the piano motif. You think you may have heard singing, but you can't be sure...

That leaves the orange tin, let's look inside it.

rolled 6 = 6

>>7654530
>>7654540
spot check, has anything in our surroundings changed at all besides the TV?

what is in the last (orange) tin?

is the drumbeat coming from the TV as well?

eat a few cookies

put the money in pockets, put everything in blanket-sack continue listening to the XBOX.

>>7654530
GTFO of there.

Guys, the 'drums' are something after our ass.

Also, since the walls appear to be made of HUMAN FLESH, this is obviously a bad place to chill.

That said, we need a psycho analysis /tg/ style to figure out what the fuck.

Silent Hill changes based off whats wrong with you.

rolled 6 = 6

>>7654609
the walls were just leather. cowskin as I recall.

>>7652551

>>7654594

You open the orange cookie tin... oh, it's a flashlight! A small one.

>>7654598

You eat a few cookies hungrily. Man, that feels good.

You then lean closer to the TV speakers to discern whether the drums are coming from it - which means you are nastily surprised when the singing actually bursts out. It's loud, a powerful female voice, and it's singing in a langauge you don't know...

You rub your ears, stuff your pockets with money, and then hear a thud on the wall. From outside, it seems.

>action?

rolled 4 = 4

>>7654642
shut off the TV, then the XBOX, get flashlight and have that fucker IN YOUR HAND NOW.

gather up club/sack/blanket. get ready ladies...

>>7654609
Well, let's list the shit off:

Walls made of human flesh

Big fucking dogs chasing us

X-Box that's freaking out on us, unable to recognize what kind it is

Money stuffed cookie tins

Nuclear SOMETHING

Mourning a dead... Wife, Mother.... something (clairify please)

radio danger sense?

I think I'm missing a few things.. But what the hell does that add up to?

>>7654609

You stare at the walls, and begin to wonder if the skins are bovine. You touch them... well, they feel like cowhide. You press your hand against the wall, and then you feel another tremor, as if someone had punched the wall where you placed your hand!

>action?

>>7654641

Monochrome cows covering the same range as human skin tones?

Noted for being abnormally small?

The fact that we're in silent hill says that it's human skin.

Plus my uncle was a homicide detective, cured human skin is almost exactly like cow-leather.

rolled 2 = 2

>>7654696
IS THAT TV OFF YET?

READY THE BLUDGEON, GET AWAY FROM ALL WINDOWS, HIDE NOW!

>>7654716
FUCK

>>7654716

dear me, the things that 4channers know...

>>7654696

Ok, realize THIS: >>7654716

Do THIS >>7654609

/tg/, let's ponder these factor, and is anything missing? >>7654677

rolled 10 = 10

>>7654716
>Plus my uncle was a homicide detective, cured human skin is almost exactly like cow-leather

I don't know if I want the details on this
>>7654734
ok, that is evil.

>>7654744

You try very hard to try and psychoanalyse yourself, attempting to figure out who you are, your identity... come think of it, for fuck's sake, what's your name?

Wait, wait, what's your *name*!?

rolled 4 = 4

>>7654744
the giant bugs in the drawer with the nuclear thing?

and the sound in the closet that WE STILL HAVE YET TO LOOK AT.

rolled 9 = 9

>>7654761
FRED

>>7654751

There was a really fucked up serial killer across the south back in the mid-eighties.

Since they were few and far between, most people didn't even put the murders together.

I don't know all the details, but remember silence of the lambs?

Apparently he was trying to create fake humans using flesh golems and blood ritual.

>>7654793
Fuck Fred.

Steve is superior, and is our name.

rolled 9 = 9

>>7654808
actually glad I asked, I will include this in a game of D&D sometime as a little side job; complete with fleshforged

>>7654793

FRED! THAT'S IT, FRED! FRE-

'Frederick? Frederick, are you in there?'

The thud comes again, on the door. It sounds too heavy to be a knock. But the voice is unmistakably human... unmistakably female, in fact.

You stand next to the darkened TV and the Xbox, with your blanket filled with junk in your hand...

'Frederick? Frederick! It's you, isn't it?'

>action?

rolled 1 = 1

>>7654849
HIDE! IT'S NOT ANYONE YOU KNOW

>>7654837
Makes sense, we can be named after the disciple.

Also YEAH, FUCK FRED.

>>7654849
What, no, our name is Steve.

Clearly someone is trying to trick us, must of taken a bit of a bump to the head when we jumped.

Why the hell did we think our name was Fred?

Also, psionic people are trying to trick us. I do believe GTFO has been suggested?

>>7654861
This. Hide like a motherfucker

So guys, this doesn't solve the problem... what is our name?! You can't quite psychoanalyse without a name to start with.

Though you're not really in the mood for psychoanalysis now. You look around you. There doesn't seem to be a good place to hide. Maybe... you stand behind the cushion. But that's not quite what hiding is about, is it?

The only alternative is defiance, and you're willing to try that one. 'FUCK FREDERICK! AND FUCK YOU!'

>reaction? and name?

rolled 10 = 10

>>7654900
but there is only one door, we closed it behind us...

OH SHIT LOOKOUT...

>>7654907

Oh yeah. If they were someone trust worthy they would know our actual fucking name.

In fact, them calling us Fred when we only just stumbled across it mid-delusion says they can't be trust.

So yeah, run or hide. Just not with that roll.

>>7654911
Steve seems to be the majority.

Good thing we remembered our real name, other-wise we may have fallen for a trap.

>>7654911
Since hide isn't an option, RUN seems to be the best alternative.

>>7654930
>>7654946
>>7654907
>>7654900

You have to react! You have to do something! But you are also cognizant that there is no way out.

And then you feel something hit you in the face, lightly. It's from above.

'Frederick?' the voice continues to call. 'Frederick, it's me! It's Theresa! Theresa? We met at Mornington Crescent? London? It's you isn't it, Frederick?'

The thuds come more insistently now. You look up. The ceiling is velvet, but above that - you touch your face. Plaster!

>reaction?

rolled 10 = 10

>>7654946
that means that they can read, our, minds...

fuck your shit, RUN, jump out the window if necessary/possible it's the SLENDER MAN

>>7655010
Dude, they can read our fucking minds.

Our reaction is RUN.

followed by in-depth psychoanalysis.

>>7655046
This, so much of this.

>>7655046
>>7655010

Yeah, GTFO the best/most immediate exit available.

And in case of rail-road, THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING DOOR THAT'S KNOCKED ON.

NOT EVER.

Does the flashlight have batteries, and if so, do they work with the radio?

>>7655046
>>7655011

RUN! ... run *where*?

Then suddenly the thudding stops. 'Frederick? Or whoever you are? You... you need to get out of there right now. NOW!!!'

Then you hear what you thought were drum beats, but is now clearly footsteps. You tighten the grip you have on your improvised blanketflail...

>action?

>>7655064

as a movie villain might put it...

but, honey, there is no other exit.

>>7655096
>>7655113

Well shit guys, do we mighty warrior or trust the chick who insistis on calling us by the fake mind-reading way?

If we had GTFO when I said, we wouldn't have to make this choice.

That said, we already knew it was foot-steps, see: >>7654609

do what she says and get the hell out of this room

Lets get out of here in the most convenient way possible, and failing that, ready ourselves for battle against the....I don't even think I want to know.

>>7655153
>>7655157

Yeah, out the door.

Worse comes to worse, we can take a chick, not something that we could hear charging us for the last ten minutes, so loud we thought it was WAR DRUMS.

>>7655179
>>7655186

Yeah, out the door.

And be sure to ask why she keeps calling us Fredrick.

Wait shit, when we leave, look at her DOES SHE LOOK LIKE ALICIA.

>>7655157

You decide you do need to leave this room with its weird wall decorations and so on. But if the girl - Theresa or whoever it was - was running away from the door, you're not sure you should be coming out from it.

There is another alternative, which is the relatively... low ceiling. You look up. It's a bit of a distance to jump, but you think you can do that.

Just then the smell of... acrid smoke wafts into your nose from your right.

>action?

Sudden thought, when was it established we were a guy?

I just read the last thread, and up to the whole 'what's my name' bit, we could very easily be female.

>>7655186
>>7655208

So, out the door anyway? To be honest you can't actually hear anything like drums or footsteps once that woman has gone.

>>7655225

Dude, plaster is a lot harder than you think, that is in no way a viable exit.

Wait, where is the baddies coming from, inside or outside? You railroading fuck, we're going to die in here, aren't we?

Let's try to scale the ceiling, we don't seem to have many good alternatives, though I do wonder where this will take us. It might be difficult to lug our stuff up there at the same time, so perhaps we should throw it up ahead.

just get the fuck out of there!

>>7655266
What direction WERE the baddies coming from then.

If it wasn't outside, take a peek.

THEN GO OUT if Dragon McClearlyfucked isn't right outside.

Peek out the door. If we see something evil, try not to die.

>>7655179
>>7655186
>>7655208
>>7655273

Right! The door it is!

You start walking towards the door, and then you realise what the acrid smell is: the metal closet you were about to open just now is dissolving before your eyes, and the enormous silverfish are springing out of it.

One springs out and nearly hits you, missing you and scattering you with its silvery scales. Shit.

You move on, stopping at the door to listen for anything outside. Nothing. It's still unlocked. You ready your flail and your fork (of truth), and open the door....

.... oh. It's a bit grey, and still damned cold, but there appears to be nothing dangerous *outside*. You take a step out when there is the horrible sound of metal groaning as it is warped and twisted behind you...

>action?

look behind, without actually turning,
if monster then run, if not, then turn back and examine

>>7655353
Look behind. If threatening: GTFO.

There is nothing dangerous outside. There is clearly something dangerous happening inside. Leaving seems like a good idea.

no dont stay there, run away from the buildings hide somewhere and see whats happening

>>7655443
>>7655429
>>7655432

You look behind. The heavy metal closet is now bent and bowed and half dissolved, and the acrid fumes from this process are almost unbearable. Yellow-orange viscous fluids, not unlike pus, are flowing out from it, spilling over to the other metal cabinets and closets as well, and dissolving them as it touches them.

That's enough information for you to decide, and you step out into the cold with your load of items. To your left the hallway gets darker and darker until you can see nothing, a pure mass of shadow along which there are several other doors, not unlike the one you just closed.

To your right it is better lit, but there are no rooms - just a corner to turn, and then... you don't know, you don't recall.

>action?

>>7655517
try the nearest doors (3)

if locked then go right.
if not peek inside each.
what do we see?

Click on the flashlight if it is needed to see (if it has batteries, or course. Also, if it does have them, will these batteries work on the radio?).

If the flashlight works, examine the door to the nearest dark room. If it doesn't, head towards the brighter corner.

>>7655586

You click on the flashlight, and it turns on obediently. You open the flashlight and tip it, and the batteries fall out obediently. Unfortunately you know these batteries are not the ones you need for the radio to work.

... not that it matters, really, since the radio is working, if sizzling and crackling constantly can be said to be working.

>>7655567

You move quickly down each door. Locked. Locked. Then, when it is dark enough for you to use your flashlight, the door opens. This time round the sound inside is not that of humming, but of rhythmic wooshes of air. Like a mechanical bellows, perhaps. Or something else...

>action?

rolled 1 = 1

>>7655650
look inside carefully.
find light-switch and flip it. look around

>>7655690

You reach your hands into the darkness again, and this time round you realise the walls are hard and smooth - bathroom tiles, really. Shining your torchlight in confirms this.

It also confirms that the light switch is, again, on the other side of the door. You shine the flashlight around, watching the beam of light as it goes from white to green to blue against the distant wall...

... wait, what?

>action?

Point with torch in the direction of the wall, what do we see?

rolled 7 = 7

>>7655796
light switch first then color puzzles

>>7655796
...Maybe not this room. Keep going?

>>7655833
why, is there something wrong with it?

consensus? explore or keep going?

>>7655878
Weird-ass effects on the light. The last room was kind of normal then the cabinet exploded in acid pus. If this room is fucked to start with...

>>7655895
Seems to be explore.

Explore. Perhaps it's a puzzle.

>>7655917
then it can only get better.

>>7655895
switch on the lights and duck/roll backwards away from the door

Stay in this room, I like color puzzles

>>7655932
>>7655925
>>7655923

Very well. You feel no need to hold the door open this time, and let it close behind you as you shine your flashlight around.

The more you shine it around, though, the more you are convinced that it's not the surface of the tiles that have a different colour - your flashlight itself is changing its colour. Shining on the same spot after shining away yields a different hue.

Nonetheless, you turn around with your new technicolor flashlight, away from the rhythmic wooshing sound and towards where you think you know the light is....

>roll 1d10, and action

rolled 9 = 9

>>7655990
EVADE!

rolled 8 = 8

>>7656019
if there is nothing to evade, flip the switch

>>7656019

Your presence of mind allows you to notice the large black bag that's lying on the floor in front of you. You step over it and reach for the switch and find it.

You flip it.

Nothing happens by way of light. Instead you suddenly feel, literally, as if someone is running a feather duster up your back. You turn around and nearly trip on the black bag... but there is no one. And the feather duster's still going.

>action?

Is there a mirror where i can look the monster that is in my back? If not, then i reach with my han, if i can...

>>7656079
look around room (LOOK UP, humans normally don't we're usually the apex of the food chain but not here) has anything changed?

poke/gently kick bag.

if nothing open the bag, if it moves hit it with blankie(flail)

Open the bag.

>>7656134
What he said...

>>7656133

You reach behind your back with your hand, but there's nothing there. Nothing. No insect... no hand... nothing.

>>7656134

You look all around you, starting to feel a bit dizzy with your spine all tingling and the light constantly changing colour. You shine up to the ceiling and see two small dots of light, some distance to your right. But when you shine your flashlight at it, it disappears in the brighter light.

You nudge the bag, once, and again. Nothing. No movement. You focus your flashlight on it. It's a garbage bag, or may be several of them somehow sewn together.

>action?

rolled 5 = 5

>>7656207
open the bag, prepare to EVADE

Use Fork of Truth to open the bag.

>>7656225
>>7656262

Your whole body tenses - it's not that hard, your back is already arched with tension - as you squat down to the bag. You touch it again, feel the plastic.

Well, this is clearly a job for your trusty fork of MMMMMGHHHHFFFFLLRRGHGHMMMMMFFFFFF

Oh god what just happened?

rolled 1 = 1

>>7656289
>>7656289
did something happen or did the word 'truth' just scramble itself out of our heads?

also SPOT CHECK

>>7656289

All of a sudden, the bag begins thrashing around furiously but restrainedly, writhing as whoever it is inside screams muffledly. Then you start hearing the same thing to your left. And to your right. And farther ahead.

Muffled screaming, and the thrashing and scrashing sounds of plastic bags being crumpled and re-crumpled...

>action? last action for tonight, I'm bed-bound. I'll be around on Sat or Sun, 6pm GMT next time...

Restrain the bag, then slash it open with the Fork of MMMMMGHHHHFFFFLLRRGHGHMMMMMFFFFFF. Let's end on a cliffhanger when we see what's inside.

rolled 9 = 9

>>7656396
this, if even remotely threatening then smash it with blankie

>>7656362

Stab.

rolled 8 = 8

>>7656446
with a fork?

we have an XBOX in the sack. I say we smash it after we open it.

Open, don't stab. It might not be evil, but if it is, so help me, it'll get a fork in the eye...or whatever it has.

rolled 6 = 6

>>7656479
but then can we smash it with blanketflail?

>>7656505
HELL YEAH! That's what it's for!

>>7656431
>>7656396

There is no way you can restrain this with just your hands, so you throw your whole body on the bag. The screaming from inside grows louder and higher-pitched, but the struggles weaken under your weight.

You quickly bring your fork to bear and stab several holes in the plastic, before gripping it and tearing it apart. Finally a large enough gap is made, and you shine your flashlight on what is clearly a human...

... who then sits up violently, knocking the flashlight out of your hand. 'Who are you? WHO ARE YOU!?' he knocks his head against you. 'LEAVE NOW! ABOVE YOU! THE EYES!'

Alerted to this, you shift your gaze up to the ceiling. Then you realise there are now more of those spots of light. Three. Four. Five. Many. Many...

... right, now I'm off to bed and the probable nightmare. Thanks, it was a great evening.

rolled 1 = 1

>>7656536
OH GOD DAMMIT...

I know there will be no more progression but I submit the action of dragging her and Blankie(blanketflail) out of room quickly.

I also move that we officially name the blanketflail Blankie

rolled 9 = 9

>>7656589
>I know there will be no more progression but I submit the action of dragging her and Blankie(blanketflail) out of room quickly.

...for review of the other players...

Cool. Goodnight OP, I had fun. I was starting to wonder when you'd finish, cause I have to go to bed soon myself. I hope to see you on Saturday, though I'm not sure if I'll be home when the game starts.

>>7656536

BAD END.

really bad end

Dammit guys, I leave for a while, and you go to the bad place.

Why didn't we pause and THINK about supernatural horrors again?

And when did my psychoanalyze bandwagon fall apart? You can't dick around in Silent Hill.

Read note.

Hug Tom.