As so often happens, a very well-written piece on a game I haven’t played — in this case, Silent Hill — makes me feel bad for never having experienced the work in question. I have an excuse on this one, though. After a year of Nich Maragos insisting I play Silent Hill despite my disinterest in horror games, I finally decided to bite the bullet and dropped by the local used games store to buy a copy. Once I got there, the staff proceeded to completely ignore me in favor of having idiotic personal conversations on the phone. I even brought along a cute girl to help catch their attention (though in hindsight that probably just scared them away because they weren’t sure how to interact with a woman who wasn’t drawn naked in a computer porn game with a heaving bosom and trembling virginal eagerness). After more than five minutes of waiting around but being brushed off despite making eye contact with the desk clerk a few times, I decided that my patronage at that particular shop had come to an end forever. Then a few weeks later I decided to move across the country and never had time for Silent Hill again. True story. Dumb story, but true.
Anyway, this is a good story, so read it.