This game has made me experience things that I did not believe I could experience in a game. I started the game out distributing, not drugs, but packages, I was driving along the mountain on the road, and I noticed that I was quite foggy out, so I was a smidge slower in my driving in order to not cause an accident. After I arrived at the town I was supposed to deliver to I noticed something was off. The town was foggy and there was nobody there. Quite odd I thought it was, did I accidentally find the full build of the fabled Silent Hills? After I dropped off the package at a random doorstep (I dearly hope it wasn't a bomb or anything of the ilk) I departed again and went back to my warehouse to get my next object to deliver. I then went and started to deliver the package. I got to the dropoff location. Again, nobody was in town and it was foggy. I went back and repeated again. After I dropped off each package, it was the same. The eerie atmosphere got me quite on edge so I turned on some smooth tones, or at least if you could consider Russian Deathcore smooth tunes. I continued to deliver these packages to empty locations, but the delivery experience was something else. Driving along the fog-ridden mountain at 3 in the morning and listening to "Sextape" by the Deftones was something else. Except, it got me even more on edge. As I was driving along and was thinking about how I was pretty confident this was the full build of Silent Hills it hit me. My entire life has been a lie. I was just like Truman in the Truman Show or Teddy in Shutter Island. My entire life seemed to have been handed to me and things forced upon my life just like in the Truman show. It also seemed so fake and unreal. Was I on a TV show? No, I couldn't be, I would have known by now, surely I would have heard the rumors of how my unit was shown on live TV or some of the sorts. I thought about it further, way further. I noticed that I had significant gaps in my memory. Such as the fact that I could not remember anything before I participated in World War II, which I joined the forces when I was 19, so I should remember at least something. But alas, all I could remember was of the atrocities I saw and specifically of a man who knowing the Ally forces were coming tried to commit suicide but flubbed it, laying in a pool of blood on the ground and still alive missing a chunk of his face. I could not remember much of after the war either, despite it having been a whole 10 years already almost. Then suddenly a man appeared before me in game on the passenger seat of my car and told me the truth. My name was not Adelajda, but in fact, Teddy. My name was Teddy. And I was not who I thought I was. The entire thing before me had been an elaborate roleplay. None of my life that I could remember was real. I made it up as a coping mechanism and descended into the personality full time as a way of coping with my traumatic past. It turns out in my traumatic past my wife had murdered all of my children so they could not grow up any further. As a result I descended into the personality and became violent, I would lash out and attack people and never left the character of the personality. As a result, the mental asylum I was being kept at created this situation of me being a distributor of packages as an elaborate roleplay to see if I could figure out that it was not truly me that I was pretending to be. After the man told me this revelation I looked outside the window and noticed the fact that there were three older men standing outside of the car. I was told to step outside of the car and told after I did I was told the further truth about my supposed life and how due to my violent nature this was my last chance before I got executed. Afterwards, I took a break to take a smoke on the side of the road away from the other men. After a minute the man that appeared in the car with me came over and asked me what I was going to do. I looked at him, and took a long draw on my cigarette and then whispered to him "Don't worry, I'll get us out of here", and then the man looked at me for a second, and then he looked at the other three men further away and gave them a hand signal and they waved me over. Now here I am, in an asylum, waiting for somebody named "Sparky" to come for me.
