[The feed comes on - a rather hushed audio feed, but there's a soft... laugh. Whoever's behind it, they sound pretty deadened to the whole experience.]
If anyone's ever had the hallucinations this place gives you - let me tell you from experience. They're pretty tame. I don't think they could kill me if they tried!
[Another laugh.]
Ah - no one gets that joke, but I hallucinated that my - fiancee, she kept trying to murder me. That she blamed me. I knew it wasn't real - I'm not stupid, but she was very convincing when she nearly made me jab a needle in my eye.
It's a lot funnier than it sounds, I promise.
Sometimes it's easy to tune out the noise - to turn it all into backdrop, ignore it. The less you pay attention to what's around you, the less power they have over you. It's only when you stop and realize just how much may or may not be real that it gets really worrisome.
But when your dead fiancee has you in a chokehold, you might wanna start thinking about whether it matters if what you hallucinate is real or not.
---
03;
[Find shelter, find supplies, don't fucking die. That's what Isaac Clarke had learned very quickly - and it wasn't much different from his usual modus operandi. Keep moving, and don't let anything slow you down.
So it takes a lot to catch him off-guard. Though it's easier these days since the only part of his RIG he has left is the helmet and the spine-fused readout that tells him how badly off he is - he's certain the readings were in the yellow, now.
But a fully intact shelter with a fireplace is a welcome respite, and Isaac is frantically digging through supplies to see if he has any tinder with which to get the shelter a-going - he doesn't have much in the way of supplies, but passing up a place like this is an especially hard thing to do, given the circumstances.
It's only when he swears he hears someone in the doorway he stepped through not too long ago that he realizes his guard was a bit too lax.]
Isaac Clarke - Dead Space
[The feed comes on - a rather hushed audio feed, but there's a soft... laugh. Whoever's behind it, they sound pretty deadened to the whole experience.]
If anyone's ever had the hallucinations this place gives you - let me tell you from experience. They're pretty tame. I don't think they could kill me if they tried!
[Another laugh.]
Ah - no one gets that joke, but I hallucinated that my - fiancee, she kept trying to murder me. That she blamed me. I knew it wasn't real - I'm not stupid, but she was very convincing when she nearly made me jab a needle in my eye.
It's a lot funnier than it sounds, I promise.
Sometimes it's easy to tune out the noise - to turn it all into backdrop, ignore it. The less you pay attention to what's around you, the less power they have over you. It's only when you stop and realize just how much may or may not be real that it gets really worrisome.
But when your dead fiancee has you in a chokehold, you might wanna start thinking about whether it matters if what you hallucinate is real or not.
---
03;
[Find shelter, find supplies, don't fucking die. That's what Isaac Clarke had learned very quickly - and it wasn't much different from his usual modus operandi. Keep moving, and don't let anything slow you down.
So it takes a lot to catch him off-guard. Though it's easier these days since the only part of his RIG he has left is the helmet and the spine-fused readout that tells him how badly off he is - he's certain the readings were in the yellow, now.
But a fully intact shelter with a fireplace is a welcome respite, and Isaac is frantically digging through supplies to see if he has any tinder with which to get the shelter a-going - he doesn't have much in the way of supplies, but passing up a place like this is an especially hard thing to do, given the circumstances.
It's only when he swears he hears someone in the doorway he stepped through not too long ago that he realizes his guard was a bit too lax.]
Who's there!?