Ok so like I don't hate hate pt, I don't have enough brainpower to allocate to giving much of a shit but frankly I hate how the fandom treats it and bemoans what could've been while ignoring the good parts of 4 out of 8 of the games. There's so many horror games out there that do what PT did 1000 times better bc they're actually games and not just demos, and imo pt isn't scary it's just a collection of contextless hallways and events and jumpscares and it's fine for a demo honestly it's a good demo but with nothing else? I'm not that impressed by it anymore.

Also, I really have doubts it would've been any good bc a) Konami wasn't gonna spend money to make it, especially not with that level of quality. They just werent

And b) while I've only briefly played any mgs games, from what I've heard i don't think Kojima's writing would've suited a silent Hill game (assuming he even wrote anything or was going to, we'll never know) also attaching a well known name to something doesn't mean it'll be good.

Besides that, every other silent Hill game did most if not all the concepts PT did but better bc yknow...they're actually fully complete games. Which is fine, bc pt is a demo, but it's not ingenious or anything. And if silent Hill 1-downpour didn't do it than a different horror game has absolutely done it. I also despise how so many ppl compare every game now to pt (or they did I think it's died down but man I heard ppl comparing re7 to pt when they're nothing alike bc re7 has..what a hallway??)

ohh yeah baby yeah yea

11: Intellectual pursuits?

Miles really likes just, learning. he loves gathering information, he likes trying to get better. he always tends to skew towards more depressing topics, he finds that they're important to know about and there's a sense of morbid curiosity there. he knows the ins and outs of the politics of war, the history behind them. the history of people, of how they interacted and the first incidents that cause domino effects. he tends to be sort of jaded because of it but it comes from a genuine interest. 

24 Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

he always sort of wanted to be a writer, but gave most of it up for something more reasonable (in his head anyways) even still he’s very good at digesting information and turning it into something engaging, he’s opinionated and could be good at debate, he genuinely cares about those things, about being knowledgeable and coming at things as logically and with as much intellectual ammo as possible.  

25 How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Images that taste like bubblegum

Yesss you're right.. soft pinks ty ty

Just did name meaning Also rip to this being the only reasonable pic of him, ty!!

The stone tablets are just puzzle peices thst could mean literally anything

The monsters are sexualized bc they hurt and scare James with their sexuality not bc he sees women as lesser people. (Imo) I dont think a James who hates women would be compassionate towards a rape victim. Or protect Maria who he doesn't even like. Or care so much about a wife who did reasonably hurt him quite alot.

Promises made to a child are often made in vain.

The child forgets, the brief promise of something as small as desert before dinner one night or 'when we get home' or 'in the morning we will' are whisked away with distraction or whimsy. Something to placate and then abandon.

Not Harry's promises. He meant them, he followed through, or he apologized, it was something she had always admired about him, he was a man of his word in the literal sense of the phrase. He did not promise unless he intended to follow through. Consistency, small as it may be, was admirable. He was trustworthy.

Heather remembered his promises. She remembered the late nights, hysterical crying from dreams she couldn't understand and her father cradling her softly humming and rocking her. He never told her monsters weren't real, she never questioned it, truthfully he might've believed they were. Instead, as he wiped tears firm her eyes and gave her a glass of water, his large calloused and scarred hands soothing her by running themselves through her hair, he told her he was stronger than any monster, anything that could or would try and get her, he would get rid of. She didn't have to worry, he was there, he'd always be there.

She, sniffing, plastic cup held in tiny shaky hands, asked if he promised, he slipped his much larger pinkie around hers and squeezed. "Pinkie promise", with a wink and and kiss on the forehead. She remembered watery giggles, and more kisses, and feeling content and safe.

He tucked her in, laying next to her so she could sleep easier, she asked if he was the strongest man in the world. "Of course pumpkin. Of course."

His corpse was cold when she found him, she stared at it in disbelief. Empty cold, shock and nothing else. He brain supplied this memory for reasons she couldn't explain, maybe just filler, maybe just because it couldn't figure out what else to do. He wasn't breathing, blood drenched the chair and had dried in many places, staining carpets he'd once kept pristine. He promised.