Silent-Hill: Philosophy Maximal

A Story by Abishai100

Curious fortune-writers of capitalism transported inside the dystopian tunnels of 'Silent Hill' may yield expression of simplified taste.

Silent Hill has offered so much richly-dark imageries of escapism and rapture for paranoia/wishing-wells, and this is a nod to that incredible/bizarre franchise of video-games/cinema. Happy Labor Day!

DISCLAIMER: This work of genre fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' critique/views).

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AMLAN: I had this dream about our casino-simulation, dystopian Hell!

EZZY: Maybe we're destined to pursue some post-Orwellian dreamscape?

DANICA: Let's explore some of the themes from Silen Hill nightmares, eh?

AMLAN: What if this dream-view is an omen that we're to be messengers?

EZZY: Of what?
DANICA: Maybe Amlan's intimated we're cyber-artists with Apocalypse-IQ.

AMLAN: It's worth the expression for study, Facebook-like (fiction?).

EZZY: Fine, let's explore the dream-scape (nightmares of End Times).

Friends, our fantastic trio of cyber-artists working with special capitalism superstitions arms for casino and tourism intrigue for the American Homeland were now suddenly thrust into the dystopian Rapture of the 'dominion' of Silent Hill, where views and images of escape and purgatory were but the cliffs of endless abominations of the complexity of fortune's paranoia for the Ego (wow). They'd now become angel-messengers of the scales of Silent Hill (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy and Danica found themselves in a shared vision after invoking the image-environments of Silent Hill dystopia through their Saturday's Eve consensual Ouija 'examination' for the Ego. Well, they were thrust into the ghost-cities of that universe of fantasy-paranoia, and they wondered what their message of capitalism/fortune for American Homeland audiences would surface (for all!).

GUIDE: Welcome to Silent Hill, trio.

AMLAN/EZZY/DANICA: We've named ourselves the Trekkers-3.

GUIDE: Well, here's some purple magic crystals for your vanity-shield(s).

TREKKERS-3 (Amlan/Ezzy/Danica): These shall shield us from monsters?

GUIDE: Good guess, Trekkers-3; keep it in your pockets for Hell's face(s).

TREKKERS-3: We'll get the fortune-image inspiration for writing, eh?

GUIDE: Your quest-success is up in the air, but all's fare for chance (now).

TREKKERS-3: So we wander looking for cues about capitalism-study.

GUIDE: Shrewd statement, and with wits, you'll match your words (bye!).

TREKKERS-3: Thanx (farewell).

As the Trekkers-3 (Amlan/Ezzy/Danica) wandered around their new domain, transported inside the Silent Hill 'dominion' through Ouija-meditation, they found themselves entering a basement-lair inside one of the abandoned buildings of the ghost-town where they found ample proof that this image-invitation concerned some Purgatory-like wall-spaces for inquiry and humility (for the spirit).

AMLAN: What in the name of all that's sane are those beings, friends?
EZZY: Anti-nurses and anti-sages of the sinister-omens; fortune-bereft.

DANICA: I didn't know my readings of Dante would now be street-applied!

AMLAN: Just avoid/evade them and promise them we're learning.

EZZY: Of what?
DANICA: Guess it, Ezzy...of the faerie-tales of fortunes-lost (daggers).

AMLAN: We'll either with the Pulitzer or a safe-return to our beds (damn).

EZZY: Silent Hill's phenotype (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy and Danica ('Trekkers-3') made it safe back to their beds, and after their 'examination' of the fortune-spike omens of that dreadful place called Silent Hill in which they found themselves teleported inside with Ouija-meditation, they knew their American Homeland 'casino-fiction' image concerned the waves of everyday-life stabilizations for the Ego (and for great havens).