[Who's reflected in the broken glass::ATTN - Karkat] [Backdated]
[Consider this just before the Shadows started being solid with faces for sanity's sake.]
An area of Silent Hill just went ... slightly berzerk.
The imagery of the buildings has shifted in that area - a little less small town, a little more cramped city. It's labyrinthine, but still as shattered as ever.
In one of the few open areas, there's a black Porsche 365a, in weirdly immaculate condition for Silent Hill; the headlights are on, the engine is running, but it's unattended and otherwise still. On the wall behind it, in blood, are the words: "WE FOUND YOU SHERRY"; scattered throughout the area are various other cheerful things - "TRAITORS PAY THE PRICE", "NO-ONE ESCAPES", "THERE IS NO 'OUT'", "LIAR", "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SHERRY", "JOIN YOUR SISTER", etc.
Flocks of ragged, tatty, fluttering crows wheel overhead calling. Half-formed figures pulled together from black cloth and leather with ragged black feathers straggling from the shoulders slink along rooftops, and occasionally there's a glimpse of a shape with a sniper rifle. More coherent, almost human shapes slink along unnaturally, similarly stitched together, some faceless-flat-black, some with bloody, almost melted seeming faces, long claws out the sleeves of the ragged black coats that drape over their twisted frames. Occasionally a few of them will break off to chase a lurking shadow, but otherwise?
They're slinking along between shadows, darting about, pulling open hiding places, and seem to be searching.
Somewhere, there's a narrow hole in a crumbling wall, just deep enough to be longer than the reach of the claws, in a shadowed corner, where what seems to be an eight year old girl is currently wadded into a ball with two of the black figures that've just loped to the entrance of the alley in pursuit.
An area of Silent Hill just went ... slightly berzerk.
The imagery of the buildings has shifted in that area - a little less small town, a little more cramped city. It's labyrinthine, but still as shattered as ever.
In one of the few open areas, there's a black Porsche 365a, in weirdly immaculate condition for Silent Hill; the headlights are on, the engine is running, but it's unattended and otherwise still. On the wall behind it, in blood, are the words: "WE FOUND YOU SHERRY"; scattered throughout the area are various other cheerful things - "TRAITORS PAY THE PRICE", "NO-ONE ESCAPES", "THERE IS NO 'OUT'", "LIAR", "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SHERRY", "JOIN YOUR SISTER", etc.
Flocks of ragged, tatty, fluttering crows wheel overhead calling. Half-formed figures pulled together from black cloth and leather with ragged black feathers straggling from the shoulders slink along rooftops, and occasionally there's a glimpse of a shape with a sniper rifle. More coherent, almost human shapes slink along unnaturally, similarly stitched together, some faceless-flat-black, some with bloody, almost melted seeming faces, long claws out the sleeves of the ragged black coats that drape over their twisted frames. Occasionally a few of them will break off to chase a lurking shadow, but otherwise?
They're slinking along between shadows, darting about, pulling open hiding places, and seem to be searching.
Somewhere, there's a narrow hole in a crumbling wall, just deep enough to be longer than the reach of the claws, in a shadowed corner, where what seems to be an eight year old girl is currently wadded into a ball with two of the black figures that've just loped to the entrance of the alley in pursuit.