Chapter 851: The Pyramid Head
Discussions about *Silent Hill* instantly became a hot topic on June 18th, even trending on Weibo's hot search list.
Many players woke up early on June 18th, habitually scrolled through forums and flipped through player group chat records, only to find everyone was talking about *Silent Hill*!
And the comments were surprisingly consistent, almost perfectly aligned.
In short, it all meant one thing: "Scared the piss out of me!"
Many players were instead very curious. What did this mean? Was this a horror game?
No wonder Chen Mo had specifically set up the event to give away the game for completing *Silent Hill*. So this was his plan!
Although some players wisely backed down from the challenge, not even buying the game, another group of players had their curiosity piqued instead.
"How scary could it really be?"
Online, there were quite a few players who had played *Silent Hill*, but basically no one could clearly explain what exactly was so terrifying about it.
Was it the fog that was scary? The town? Or that monster called "Hands-in-Pockets Guy"?
Just listening to others' descriptions, those who hadn't played *Silent Hill* themselves couldn't feel what was so frightening about it. Wasn't it just a town with some fog? Oh, and add some monsters that moved incredibly slowly, had sluggish attack animations, and died after a few crowbar hits? What was the big deal?
This wasn't even as scary as *Outlast*!
Many players, upon hearing it was a horror game, initially wanted to chicken out. But after reading the discussions, they got the illusion that they could give it a try.
Especially those players who considered themselves brave and loved watching horror movies.
Because based on everyone's feedback, the combat difficulty in *Silent Hill* wasn't that high. It wasn't like *Outlast* where you were completely unarmed. The scene and monster settings were just average horror game level, nothing particularly outstanding. There weren't even any jump scares like opening doors or turning around?
The only weird thing was that everyone said the game was unplayable, too terrifying. Regarding this, many players who thought they were brave just scoffed: "These people are all too timid, weaklings!"
There was also a group online constantly preaching: "*Silent Hill* isn't scary at all. The game isn't as amazing as people claim; it's actually pretty boring to play!"
High topic heat, the lure of curiosity, inexplicable confidence, instigation from bystanders...
Although many players knew full well it was a horror game, they still decisively spent 98 to buy it. They really wanted to see if the game was actually that scary. How scary could it possibly be?
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Old P was hesitating in front of a strange circular hole oozing green liquid.
After playing a few hours of *PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds*, Old P had gotten a little sleep, woke up, had lunch, and continued his stream. But the viewers were demanding he play *Silent Hill* again...
Old P originally never wanted to touch the game again, but he figured it was daytime now, and his SAN value had mostly recovered. The despair and oppression from last night had basically faded. So he gave in to the viewers' requests and re-entered the world of *Silent Hill*.
At first, things went relatively smoothly. Old P had gotten somewhat used to the fog in the town, successfully found the apartment key, and entered the apartment to explore.
But once inside, Old P realized he had been tricked again.
Who said this game didn't have dark scenes?!
The apartment was a dark scene!
Old P found a map in the apartment lobby. But when he tried to pull it out to look at it after getting completely turned around in the darkness, he found he couldn't see it!
In the VR version of *Silent Hill*, the map wasn't a separate interface; the protagonist held it directly in his hands. In insufficient light, the protagonist would still pull out the map, but it was completely unreadable.
Luckily, even though he was completely in the dark, there were no monsters. Old P found a flashlight in a room on the first floor. But just as he picked it up...
The radio started crackling again!
Under the beam of the flashlight, Old P clearly saw two bloody, mangled legs stand up right in front of him...
Old P initially thought it was some kind of upside-down monster, but looking down, there were another two legs below!
Yes, this monster looked like two lower bodies stitched together. The bottom pair of legs wobbled as it walked, while the top pair of legs curled up, as if trying to give Old P a loving hug.
This new monster was just like the previous ones, covered in blood and filth, its flesh full of stitched-up marks, dripping with disgusting slime mixed with bloodstains, indescribably eerie.
Scared, Old P rushed forward and hit it twice with his crowbar. Blood splattered, chunks of flesh flew. It took several more hits before the monster finally fell to the ground, motionless.
Having the flashlight didn't improve Old P's situation.
Because before, in the pitch-black scenes, even if there were disgusting things, he couldn't see them clearly. But now, under the flashlight's beam, all the filth and horror were vividly presented right before Old P's eyes...
Old P found a pistol in the apartment, saw a corpse lying dead beside a TV and a strange wall clock, encountered a little girl who liked to play pranks...
And then, he saw this strange hole bubbling with green liquid.
Old P first tried sticking his crowbar in, but it didn't hit the bottom, nor did it hook onto anything special.
No choice. He had to reach in.
Old P stuck his left hand into the hole, feeling the sensations transmitted to his hand.
As his hand went in, the protagonist automatically started groping around in the hole, and Old P felt a series of tactile sensations on his hand. Some felt like gravel, others were very soft...
Old P felt his left hand trembling slightly. He was really scared that, if he wasn't careful, this arm of his might leave him forever...
Finally, Old P felt he had touched a small, special object. He grabbed it firmly and pulled it out. It was the key to that strange wall clock.
Old P let out a long sigh of relief, moved his left hand with a lingering sense of dread, and quickly left the room.
The apartment was dark, but there were many rooms.
These rooms all had door numbers marked, but they were so stained and damaged they were hard to read. Even with the map, Old P was completely disoriented.
After searching this floor a bit more, Old P continued upward to the third floor.
Just as he reached the third floor, he suddenly heard some monster screams from up ahead, along with several dull thuds, like something heavy hitting the ground.
"Thud!" "Thud!"...
Old P's palms went cold. He cautiously hid behind a door and peeked inside.
In the room directly in front of him, it was pitch black.
A huge humanoid monster, over two meters tall, was swinging a massive cleaver, chopping two four-legged monsters in front of him into bloody chunks.
"Thud!" "Thud!"...
This giant humanoid monster was naked from the waist up, without much blood or filth, but its skin showed an extremely unnatural grayish-white. Its knotted muscles seemed to harbor terrifying strength.
But the most striking feature was its head. It wasn't a human head, but a huge iron triangle, looking incredibly heavy, even making this tall humanoid monster's movements seem sluggish.
At this moment, the monster was swinging a thick iron blade, nearly two meters long, continuously chopping at the two four-legged monsters in front of it.
"Thud!" "Thud!"...
The four-legged monsters kept roaring and screaming, but it was useless. The Pyramid Head continued to chop, one stroke at a time...