"I’m bad. I’m bad."
From somewhere deep inside myself, I draw up thoughts of guts and glory; survival instinct–nay, some place beyond it to a thirst for blood, a crushing of mine enemy.
Silent Hill 2:
After getting quite lost in town (I’m handicapped by a horrible sense of direction) and looking to face that disgusting thing I thought I’d find right there waiting for me where I paused the game, I finally headed off in a completely different direction where I was able to pick up some health drinks and somehow feel I missed some clues along the way. Also picked up another weapon and a radio, though I don’t recall actually being aware of them.
But met my waterloo and started smashing away without giving him (it?) a chance to say hello. Then, because I’d repeated the control directions over and over again so I wouldn’t forget, I kept walking over the bloody mass I had vanquished to insure his death.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
(While feeling my Wheaties, my husband asked if I’d gotten the monster. I told him that I planned on using the chainsaw, but another weapon appeared in my hands so I used that. He asked, I told him, he broke up in laughter when I told him quite seriously that I had used a board with a nail in it. )
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