Class got out early tonight. I figured that I would’ve been in class until 9pm, so until then I had every right to play video games. So I parked my ass on the couch with some chips, salsa and the last remaining Milwaukee’s Best from the fridge (courtesy of Mike G). I popped in Silent Hill 3 and within 5 minutes of gameplay I was met with this scene:

Nope, he’s not mine. Thanks for offering though.

I know, I know. It’s Silent Hill. Why wouldn’t there be a faceless man in a butcher’s apron hanging from inside a cage and dangling a baby in front of me? It makes perfect sense come to think of it. The dried blood on the tile floor cheers the place right up. In an attempt to get my head into the game, I’m switching over to scotch and I’m not going to stop playing until I find a way to make the baby put on the apron.

Side note: There’s this crazy thing in the game where if you’re playing in surround sound, every now and then it sounds like someone is running through your house. This is really interesting when you’re home alone.