Dec 11, 2006 17:53
The twisted metal grating that is the ground in this world finally leads to an amusement park. A roller coaster, a carousel, various rides, all on and running and playing music, even with no riders or operators, a ghost town that hasn't died yet.
Benches, wastebaskets, and a few snack stands scatter the place. The grating is twisted and torn open in parts, creating huge holes into the abyss. Strings of barbed wire warn away the unwary; bloody rags of flesh hang from it.
Through it all, the girl in the blue dress walks, silent and impassive, her footsteps soft.
!location: anywhere,
!plot: silent hill