Sample Entry: What the hell…? How is it that I always get into these situations..? How long has it been since I got out of that mess with Walter Sullivan and the apartment..? Is Eileen safe? I seem to have weapons this time, and… Well, I suppose things could be worse. This doesn’t look at all like Silent Hill or any of the worlds I visited through the hole… Is it another world? Is there something else…? There are way too many questions, and it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting answers anytime soon… Who are these people and have they been brought here with me? I haven’t gotten out of the apartment enough to really know anyone else around the area; at least not since the Walter incident. If they’re neighbors, they might be in danger, just like Eileen and Richard… But Walter is dead… Isn’t he? Sample Entry Two: [Henry squinted his eyes closed, trying to quiet the ringing in his head. He thought all the strangeness was over… Walter was dead, Eileen was recovering, and the locks were off his room. So why…? Wait… He didn’t remember having an alarm clock- at least not one that worked quite yet. He frowned and finally opened his eyes, staring around the room at the other inhabitants. They didn’t seem to know anything more than he did. It might be better to try to gain his bearings a bit before he troubled those others for any introductions- assuming they were friendlies, at least. The view out the window was dismal, not unlike the one from his apartment, but it certainly wasn’t South Ashfield and this wasn’t his room; not unless Frank had decided to give group housing now in the worst place… And South Ashfield had suddenly become deserted. He finally did get to sitting up, holding his head and hoping he was dreaming, like all the nightmares he had after being trapped in 302. ”In Haven we are all safe… together” That was oddly alarming… Beyond that, he seemed to be in some kind of… hospital? All these people, and the beds. No, it was more like a living situation than anything else. He surveyed the room and its inhabitants with a wary eye. Those he usually met either died or were otherwise unlucky to come into contact with him; usually the former, unfortunately. No monsters yet. Creepy dogs and ghosts were nowhere to be found, and luckily this apartment didn’t seem to be chained shut. Well, as he usually did, it was time to make do and try to solve the situation. Somehow…]
Henry Townshend | Silent Hill IV: The Room | Reserved 3/3
Sample Entry Two: [Henry squinted his eyes closed, trying to quiet the ringing in his head. He thought all the strangeness was over… Walter was dead, Eileen was recovering, and the locks were off his room. So why…?
Wait… He didn’t remember having an alarm clock- at least not one that worked quite yet. He frowned and finally opened his eyes, staring around the room at the other inhabitants. They didn’t seem to know anything more than he did. It might be better to try to gain his bearings a bit before he troubled those others for any introductions- assuming they were friendlies, at least. The view out the window was dismal, not unlike the one from his apartment, but it certainly wasn’t South Ashfield and this wasn’t his room; not unless Frank had decided to give group housing now in the worst place… And South Ashfield had suddenly become deserted. He finally did get to sitting up, holding his head and hoping he was dreaming, like all the nightmares he had after being trapped in 302.
”In Haven we are all safe… together”
That was oddly alarming… Beyond that, he seemed to be in some kind of… hospital? All these people, and the beds. No, it was more like a living situation than anything else. He surveyed the room and its inhabitants with a wary eye. Those he usually met either died or were otherwise unlucky to come into contact with him; usually the former, unfortunately. No monsters yet. Creepy dogs and ghosts were nowhere to be found, and luckily this apartment didn’t seem to be chained shut. Well, as he usually did, it was time to make do and try to solve the situation. Somehow…]