I remember playing with stuffed animals as a kid. That was a whole other world and another life.
Tell me about it. There's just some things you outright can't let go, what with my case being the sheer innocence of life.
3. I slept with a night-light until I was, like, 8. Hey, don't laugh! When you're a child, the dark is SCARY! Speaking of, I'm also easily frightened. If I see anything extremely scary, I will literally lose sleep because of it, hence why I do not like the horror genre.
5. I can't whistle or burp.
I do get pretty jumpy whenever I walk at night, though in fairness that comes with the paranoia of suddenly coming upon a bear or even a damn cougar. These encounters are certainly possible from what goes up in Canada -- it's why I keep a folding knife, just in case. I once even had to stay elsewhere for the day, as some friends and I heard bear noises near the distance of my home. Shit, even my mom saw a cougar, and she was wise to slowly retreat inside the house. Both of this occurred in broad daylight, no less. Gunshots are
pretty telltale, afterwards.
Moving on to the horror genre, I'll just go ahead and describe my experiences with the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise; I love and hate it with every part of my soul, because it employs the genre in a novel way that makes even jumpscares terrifying -- the set-up is
there. You're to work five nights as a security guard for a dilapidated family restaurant. The main attraction was a set of animatronic animal characters that performed music and appealed to the children. These machines were flawed, as they're set to follow simple directives and virtually had no maintenance.
For a history lesson, a man dressed as one of the animatronics lured up to five children to an unknown part of the restaurant. Now deemed a suspect, he was eventually caught, but neither the children nor their bodies were ever found. This harmed the places' reputation, but the restaurant was able to stave off closure for a while longer. One day, that came to end when an incident known as
"the Bite of '87" occurred, in which a human victim had their frontal lobe torn off, apparently by one of the animatronics. Coupled with various health violations, the coffin was nailed.
What's worse in regards to those violations? Prior to the closing, numerous customers had already complained of the animatronics' smell, and they had what looked to be blood and mucus leaking through their facial orifices. Winding the clock to the present, your duty is to monitor the cameras and make sure everything is in order. However, this is when you unwittingly come upon a mistake that'll rest upon your shoulders for the rest of your life; looking back to the animatronic's directives, they're to wander the restaurant at night as their joints would lock up if left dormant for too long.
Because you're there after business hours, these things also won't recognize you as human; rather, they'll deem you an endoskeleton without a 'costume' on. As this is against the rules of Freddy's restaurant, they will attempt to forcibly stuff you inside an animatronic suit. Unfortunately, there's simply no room for a human to stay alive inside, as these costumes are filled with crossbeams, wires and other structural pieces to accommodate the endoskeleton. You will
not die quietly. You're more than free to use what electricity you have to keep them away, but '
what' is the keyword.
But this is probably unnerving you so I'll stop right there.
As far as whistling goes? Used to be likewise, but that gradually came through the common boredom I had at work. Funnily enough, I could only produce this drawn-out, monotone whistle when I first dabbled with it -- my mom cheekily likened it to a blizzard. Eventually? I've improved to the point I can change tone and whistle familiar tunes by whim. Just takes practice, really.
In regards to burping, I'm finding that
rather hard to believe. Couldn't you just have something like a soft drink for that belch to ambush you like a demon spawn from hell?
1. My first car accident was last week when I drove to my college class. Both me and the driver were okay, but our cars were totaled. I'm a bit of a crybaby, and I'm really bad with getting yelled at, so it was pretty bad at first.
5. My goal for this year is to get a computer with a better processor, as I want to record some DS gameplay for the wiki. Particularly, all of the dance panels.
I've come across various post-accidents in my time, yet there was one I witnessed first-hand. Mom and I came upon a T junction leading to the town we've opted to stop by. Right then, a car was pulling from the town road whilst a pick-up truck was speeding from the main highway -- the latter coming opposite to where we were.
In that instant, I saw those two vehicles literally disappear in a gust of dirt, as the car was T-boned by the truck.
Fucking ow. When it settled, we sought to pull over along other pedestrians who were rattled. All three of the occupants were okay -- the man in the car sustained a broken leg, which is amazing considering the angle of impact. The pick-up had an elderly couple going, with the male driver having convulsions the moment he realized this incident. We had to calm him down following the 911 call.
Overall, things like this really do open your eyes -- it's definitely not something to take for granted. Shit, not only am I glad the result came as well as it did, but I can wholly understand the implications of PTSD; I can still somewhat see the incident reoccurring every time I pull up to that T junction. Pretty scary stuff.
On a brighter side, it'll be you and I both as far as procuring a decent rig goes; I want to be able to have my game-face going especially true, when the PS4 iteration of iM@S swings around. It'd be an opportune time to record stuff with that delicious sound, supplementing 1080p and 60 frames-per-second. :3
1. Somewhat related to Seibo's, the very few times I'm affected by fanservice (I consider myself demi-), it tends to be male-orientated fanservice. I've always had more of a fascination towards women's bodies than men's, and I'm not quite sure why - yet when I do become interested in someone, they've always been male. Eh. -shrug-
5. I overthink EVERYTHING, and tend to operate on pure logic. This has its consequences; I tend to have some really strange/conflicting/whathaveyou opinions on things that may or may not change in a heartbeat given new information, yet this same trait seems to be why people like me sometimes.
Speaking from a neutral perspective, the appeal towards a woman's body comes natural as it's a central focus for sex topics. That, and femininity is a major asset in itself as men lack this. Apply the notion to Japanese media and it'll shower in that particular mindset -- this is
especially true when things can be exaggerated.
Moving to the latter point, I like that about you; it indicates a strong inquisitivity, something to keep a conversation going even up to the more basic things. That appeals to my innate sense of wonder, personally.
