Almighty Game Designer

Leather shoes step on the pavement for a slight footstep.

The sound itself is not frightening, but in this silent environment everywhere, it looks extraordinarily harsh.

P took a deep breath and slowly walked forward.

He tried, he could run, but running would make a louder noise, and the more he ran, the more he gasped, the more he stacked his running and wheezing, making old P. even more nervous.

So, take your time.

Good thing the protagonist walks not too slowly and is still within acceptable range.

It has to be said that Silent Hills is just right for the atmosphere.

No more disgusting scenes, no more massive disgusting monsters, no darkness for now.

It's just an abandoned town, with a lot of fog, a little background music, a little wheezing and footsteps.

Without letting Old P immediately get scared out of the game, yet there was always a faint horror haunting his mind, how could it not wave.

There is a car parked in front, it looks relatively new, and the door is open, quite distinct from other scrap cars on the side of the road.

The hero should have driven this car to Silent Hill, where he woke up in a mirror in the abandoned public toilet.

Before coming to the car, P picked up a map of Silent Hill from his seat and closed the door with his bare hands.

He wanted to see if he could pull the door and get the car out of this shithole, but it was obviously impossible.

“The map is actually in this place, not directly to the player? Then if the player doesn't even look at the car and leaves, isn't it..."

Old P. feels his sweat all up. This is so malicious that he can't be malicious anymore...

If some players break in without taking a map, what would it look like in a horrible game like this?

I can't imagine...

Old P. calmed down and took a look at the map.

This is a map of the town of Silent Hill, and Old P. is still on the periphery and has not entered the town at all, so this map is temporarily unusable.

There is only one way down the mountain.

Old P had no other choice but to stiff his scalp and walk into a thick mist...

……

Fog, thicker.

Old P. kept walking down a mountain trail, but the further down, the lower the visibility.

As he walked down the trail, Old P's field of view could only see the range of two or three meters around him, and the distance was a blur.

A tall tree is implicitly visible, but it is of no use to these trees except to create some wind-blown sand.

The wind, the sand of the trees, and their own footsteps.

Dead as silence.

Old P. panicked.

He was somewhat wondered why the atmosphere was so quiet, no beast roaring, no monster roaring, but it gave people such a horrible and dangerous feeling?

Soon, old P. realized.

Because it's so quiet here, there's no sound of life.

No bugs, no birds, no signs of life.

There is only endless fog and only the sound of the wind blowing trees.

Himself... seems to be the only living thing here...

Every time Old P. moves forward, he stops and relaxes his mood.

At first, he was worried that a monster would suddenly pop out behind the fog.

But he was worried, at least on the way to Silent Hill, that he had not encountered any monsters or anything suspicious.

The only weird thing was a well, but when old P. walked over carefully, nothing happened.

No monster crawled out of the well.

Old P. walked over and looked down. The well is dark and has been abandoned for a long time.

Walking forward, two iron fence doors were finally seen.

Old P. tries to push two rusted iron fence doors with both hands, with a clear touch.

“Squeak...”

The iron fence door made a teething tingle, and the spindle rubbed raw and hard, making it easy to open a small seam.

I couldn't push it, old P. lay on his side and drilled through the cracks opened by the iron fence door.

“This... is a cemetery? ”

Bulk tombstones can be seen in the fog ahead. On the ground under old P's feet, it was no longer a mountain trail, but a land full of fallen leaves, and the footsteps stepped on were dull and depressing.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front.

From the outline, it's a woman.

She came from one headstone to another, as if she were looking for something.

Finally, she stopped in front of one of the tombstones with her back to the main character, where she was half squatted and motionless.

The protagonist walked towards her, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he surprised the woman, and the woman's scream scared old P.

Good thing it's a normal person.

The hero talked to her and asked about the road to Silent Hill. However, this long-haired black woman told him not to go, and the place was very strange, but the protagonist said he didn't care, because he was looking for someone very important to him, his wife.

Find the exit in the cemetery and move on.

Another long journey, still foggy, still dead silence.

Old P. feels his spirit is already extremely tight. He always feels that according to the urinary nature of ordinary horror games, a monster should suddenly pop up at this time, but not one, not one.

Don't say monster, not even one collectable prop, just keep walking forward, keep walking forward...

Finally, through an abandoned farm, old P. saw the road.

Looks like he finally made it to Silent Hill.

Road signs, barbed wire, roadblocks... Old P continues along this road all the way inside, I don't know how long it took to finally come to town.

Through a wide avenue in the middle of Silent Ridge, Old P finally confirmed that he had entered the town. In front of him is an abandoned floral market, also stained, which looks like a full menstrual cream.

Old P. tried to push the door and couldn't open it.

Next to it is an abandoned workbench filled with clutter and a small first aid kit in the middle of a kettle and a wide variety of shovels.

“Hmm? This can be taken!” Old P. tried to interact with this workbench, only to see the main character reach out and pick up the little first aid kit and put it away.

That's when old P. heard a low hiss coming from afar!

“What's going on?? ”

Old P. looked subconsciously in the direction of the sound, but the fog was too big to see anything clearly.

Old P. relieved his mood. It looks like a monster will finally show up, otherwise a first aid kit will not be arranged here in advance.

“Serrent's conspiracy, the first map too, the first aid kit, nothing at all, and the deliberate integration of the environment... in this fog, the player misses it if he doesn't pay attention...”

Old P. feels afraid after a while, this game is really full of deep malice!

He looked at the time subconsciously. He thought it had been half an hour in the game, but in fact, it had only been 10 minutes...