I don't know if the first Condemned is scary, since I watched a friend play through it in a well lit room. Towards the end, however, something pretty funny happened which sort of killed the tension it had been building up, though simultaneously it made us feel pretty awesome:
So your character ends up in this spooky house in the middle of nowhere with the serial killer you've been tracking down. However, my friend had been hanging onto a shotgun from a previous fight for a while and so ended up chasing the killer around the house, laughing.
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I don't know if the first Condemned is scary, since I watched a friend play through it in a well lit room. Towards the end, however, something pretty funny happened which sort of killed the tension it had been building up, though simultaneously it made us feel pretty awesome:
So your character ends up in this spooky house in the middle of nowhere with the serial killer you've been tracking down. However, my friend had been hanging onto a shotgun from a previous fight for a while and so ended up chasing the killer around the house, laughing.
Hahahahaha
I had fuck all and had to beat the shit to death with an iron pole
man I don't know! you're the one who suggested it in the first place!
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edited December 2010
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once during a really bad fever that I had to be taken to the hospital for I was completely delirious and thought that the world was being ground perfectly flat by these two giant cylindrical stone columns, that had all kind of engravings on them
everything, vegetation, buildings, people, all being ground into a perfectly smooth layer of dust
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fucking
toaster that is always referred to in the 1st person
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the only fever hallucination I've ever really had was when I lay on my bed for about six hours convinced that there was a government conspiracy to steal my blankets.
I expected black hooded commandos to rappel through my windows at any second.
the only fever hallucination I've ever really had was when I lay on my bed for about six hours convinced that there was a government conspiracy to steal my blankets.
I expected black hooded commandos to rappel through my windows at any second.
remember the pillars making a sound like what I imagine old, dry bones being scraped on sandstone would make
My first and only fever dream involved having my spine repossessed and having to queue up for a cheap replacement one in a gigantic industrial complex full of writhing pipes and endless chasms and boilers that got louder and louder and louder
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So, where I grew up was a lot of corn/bean fields, and a lot of empty barns and old farm houses. Come Fall, it can get quite creepy at night. One night a group of us were at a party, at the time it was common-place to find a pasture a good ways back from the main roads, get a keg of cheap beer, and have 40 or 50 high school kids party.
So after a while the beer runs out, the girls are well lubricated with Natural Light, and the guys are all ready to do some serious fucking. Unfortunately, I had no such female to fuck, and I was ready to head home. I set out to try and find my truck in the dark and I come across this falling down barn at the bottom of a gully back in this pasture. I knew my truck was parked at the top of the rise, but I wasn't sure which side, so hoping I could find something to light on fire to get some light and find my bearings, I went in this barn.
I'm looking for a fence post, some rags, anything to fashion a crude torch or something. Keep in mind, I'm mostly drunk, so this made perfect sense at the time. I'm stumbling through this barn full of broken beams, and garbage, and rusty farm implements when I cut a good sized gash into my arm on something. I drop down to my knee and I'm cursing and grunting and I suddenly realize that I am not alone. There is someone or something else in here.
Pitch black. No light. But I KNOW I can sense something else about 5 feet from me. I start sliding back and I ask who is there. once, twice, three times, and no response. I still KNOW something is there. I reach over and grab hold of some kind of old tool or part or something, and fling it over where I think it is. It clatters, I hear breaking glass, and nothing. I'm honestly getting freaked out at this point, I'm demanding that the darkness answer me.
Outside I can hear an engine approaching so I start making my way to where I'm pretty sure the nearest door is. I can't see the starlight because of all the shit blocking me, and it was pretty cloudy to begin with. I can't really say for certain if this is all in my head, or if something really is in there with me, but I know that I NEED TO LEAVE. I'm frantic now, bashing through bales of hay and garbage, I cut myself again and I swear to God I can hear someone in there with me now. I drop down to crawl under a beam and I can see light from a doorway.
Then something MOVES in front of me. Something big. Not a rat, not a dog. BIG. Big and silent, and I am not at all comfortable. I scramble back and try to find the door I came in, only to see blackness and nothing else. Unnaturally black. Not cool. I need to leave. Not cool at all. I can hear the engine even closer now, and the headlights are starting t shine through the cracks at the ground level of the wall I'm next to. I start to wonder if I could bust through the siding. The only door I can see has the big thing in front of it. And I'm against a wall, bleeding, and at this point, scared out of my mind.
I start throwing my shoulder against the siding and I can feel it give. I can also sense, that whatever the fuck that thing is by the door, is now moving towards me. I throw myself against the wall again and it pushes out further. That fucking thing is almost on top of me and I'm fucking frantic. I hit that wall one more time, as hard as I fucking can and I bust through to the outside.
I'm crazy scared and I bust out running at a dead go. I'm flying through brush and undergrowth and I pass the truck thats heading towards me. I hook an arm on the roll bar and haul myself up into the bed in one jump and I'm slamming my fist on the cab telling them to not stop and keep going.
We go about a half mile and they stop and try to get me to explain myself. Everyone starts laughing at me and they turn around to head back.
Fuck You Guys. I jump out and start making my way back up the hill to where I hope my truck is.
About an hour later they show up at my truck, hysterically laughing.
My ghost? An old canvas tarp on a clothesline. My frantic motions were making it slide along the line because it was tied to the wall I was against. Every time I hit the wall, it slid a little closer. Eventually it blocked my vision of the door, and started sliding on it's own due to gravity.
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I had one, it had apes or something in it.
oh noooooo
heh
cool
I could never get past the beginning where you run from the guys shooting at you though, the platforming is hard.
lady got curb stomped
thats what valve's into
Hahahahaha
everything, vegetation, buildings, people, all being ground into a perfectly smooth layer of dust
those fucking masks and their key
toaster that is always referred to in the 1st person
I expected black hooded commandos to rappel through my windows at any second.
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
remember the pillars making a sound like what I imagine old, dry bones being scraped on sandstone would make
but mine is different!
see I woke up and I couldn't move and I was panicking and..
oh.
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If I could move or breathe right now, I'd be typing just the angriest post at you.
Like that one proposal for SCP-001
Also here is Marble Hornets Entry 28 which went up like 3 days ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM_2_9fUcfs
Its like
Someone can make a show about this exact thing except involving giant robots and emotionally retarded teenagers.
I don't know if what you're saying means anything
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This is cool too
Oh, hey, another thing that was made into an anime.
The second is beyond my knowledge.
I have a soft spot for giant robots.
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That at least has some explanation, though
That other case? Who the fuck even knows
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edit: zounds! curse you baroque!
GitS was pretty good though
other than the Major's dress choices
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