june gloom on 6/9/2010 at 23:40
It's not the water. It's what's in it.
Scots Taffer on 6/9/2010 at 23:52
No. It's the water. I'm more afraid of the open ocean, the raw power of it, the concept of the deep sea, the idea of canyons miles deep, than I am of a couple of sharks and creepy bioluminescent creatures.
SubJeff on 6/9/2010 at 23:59
and thus was demagogue fated to end his days face down in a foot of water
Be careful dude, they're listening.
Scots, don't be so gay. If Jesus came down and told you there was nothing in those canyons how would you feel?
Tocky on 7/9/2010 at 02:47
And suppose Jesus said he was right to be afraid and then turned into a drooling beast all teeth and claws that said in a gurgly growl he would be waiting for him in the end somewhere in one of those caverns? Then what if he turned back all sweetness and light and laughed saying nah bro I'm just joshing but then turned all nightmare evil creature once more saying or am I and then laughing because there was no devil it was Jesus all along who just likes to scare the crap out of folks? How would you feel then?
Renzatic on 7/9/2010 at 02:56
Probably confused, disoriented, and still afraid of those deep wet holes.
Also Jesus should have swords coming out of his mouth, Tocky. I think that happens somewhere in the Bible, so you have to throw that in there to stay true to canon.
Tocky on 7/9/2010 at 03:33
You know what's scarey? We used to nail people to a stick of wood and folks would gather round to watch. We burned people to death in Gods name. We tortured in the most disgusting ways for the sake of goodness. The iron maiden? The rack? Drawing and quartering? The wheel? Boil me up one of those blood puddings to slake my hunger so I have the strength to dangle this lad head down over the boiling oil. I wouldn't want to drop him too quick. We are some fucked up creatures and intelligence only gave us more fucked up options.
There is a town that no longer exists called Dallas Mississippi down a gravel road way out in nowhere that you wouldn't find unless you took a lot of obviously wrong turns and you wouldnt know when you reached it because there are no houses only woods and fields where 41 people were hanged over the years. Way more just flat out got off with murder in what amounts to arbitrary justice meted out randomly despite a courthouse full of witnesses. I wonder how many old foks are left who know the stories of it. Sometimes I stand among those stones which are all that is left of a bustling community and wonder at how they delt with it and feigned sanity. Particularly the many who are my kin. Creepy graveyard come dark. Sword teeth? Bring it Jesus.
fett on 7/9/2010 at 04:33
Anyone who isn't afraid of water hasn't played Psychonauts. That water shit is fucking creepy.
ANTSHODAN on 7/9/2010 at 04:54
It seems like I'll be a solitary voice here - but that was mostly crap. I really tried to like it and I appreciate that some aspects of it were creative and developed a good atmosphere, but by the end I was simply watching in boredom just because I'm obsessed about KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! (How else could I have lasted 6 seasons of Lost?)
Anyway, I'll try to explain myself a bit - I think MarbleHornets started off really well, but became so self indulgent; it was a good idea stretched out too far, you could tell ideas were gradually running thin and it seemed to me that they ended up becoming a bit of a self parody, that is to say, realised a formula that worked and eventually became constrained by it to the point that the latter episodes were a poor emulation of what the first episodes achieved. I admit some ideas were cool; the significance of the visual tearing was nice, the
time and space distortion house was well done, but in general it ticked far too many 'generic horror/thriller' boxes. It may sound contradictory, but the introduction of
the masked fellow gave the 'bad guy' (or at least one of them) a face - and I usually find that things aren't nearly as scary once you've seen them. The
recording while J was in bed was interesting, though I think it was poorly done - my opinion is ridiculously subjective, so I'm not even going to bother explaining why I think that. I was initially interested reading up on and checking out the accompanying videos that are supposedly from
that masked rogue, but it was contrived nonsense for the most part. The codes contained within were simplistic, the 'creepy' factor was by the numbers rubbish that anyone with audio/video editing on a PC and a bunch of stock footage can easily do.
I'm not trying to troll, nor necessarily create fevered debate. I didn't dislike it enough that I would even argue my case. I just feet like chucking my opinion in the mix.
To keep to the topic, one of my weird fears is windows in the dark. :erg:
No seriously, if it is dark outside but the room is lit up I'm always terrified that something horribly unexpected will appear suddenly, since obviously the window ends up just reflecting the room; you wouldn't see something approach. If the thought enters my head when I'm in such a situation, the paranoia builds and builds; I begin to half expect it, but still not know what I would do if it happened. Yeh, weird.
In a similar way, I also dislike deepish ocean. Again, it's not being able to see what could be coming at you, urgh, horrible.
I am very tired, I shall type no more.
catbarf on 9/9/2010 at 00:38
Parasites. It's kind of cliched in games, but reading about heartworms, bot flies, guinea worms, and similar things just creeps me out.
In games and movies, what scares me is surreality. House full of zombies? Eh. House that fucks with physics and won't let you leave? Scary. Wild animal charging at you? Average. Wild animal with glowing white eyes charging at you, and silently? Oh shit. It's taking what's real and familiar, and adding a twist so that you can't explain or understand it.
Queue on 9/9/2010 at 01:06
Downs Syndrome children. ...always wanting to hug you and....and...touch you....annd LICK YOU! ARRRGHGH!!
Just kidding. LOL (this LOL moment provided by a kinder, gentler Queue™)
Okay, truthfully, and unbeknownst to me until being caught right in the thick of it, I'm afraid of MRI machines. I don't know why, and it doesn't make sense because I know that I'm safe in a room with plenty of people around... But as soon as my shoulders brushed against the sides of that goddamn machine, I lost it. Thoughts of being stuck in the thing kept racing through my mind. Maybe it was a setup of some sort and these people were out to get me, and everyone would go home and leave me there, stuck, all night...turning out the lights. And then the rats would come, nibbling on my toes. And I wouldn't be able to see them because it would be so fucking dark, but I could feel them...feel their little claws digging in, their little teeth taking those initial, tentative bites. And I wouldn't be able to get to them because I'm pinned inside this fucking machine, unable to move or pull myself out because there's no leverage. I would be totally helpless as rats ate my fucking toes off...before working up to the genitals.
They had to sedate me then because I was getting out of hand, and have had to everytime since.
What I don't get, if your MRI-ing my fucking head, why are you sticking my whole body in the thing, not just my head?
