Or, at least for a while.
Me? I've played silent hill 2 for hours. A feat not only due to it being scary, but emotionally traumatic. I've survived my fair share of resident evil games. I've even managed with project zero.
What did it? Well, aside from resi 1's guardhouse when I was twelve...minecraft. When I'm now twenty one. Bloody arachnophobia...
See, I bought minecraft on the xbox, and I did well, for a while. I had to face a fair few bugs from the very start, my first night being a baptism of bugs of sorts. I made a bow, and rarely got within a meter of the things if I could help it. I even started to become rather fond of the little blocky fellas, desparately scrabbling up and down walls they could never hope to get over. I almost became comfortable with their prescence.
Then I started a new, fully single player game. I enjoyed having other people in my world, but I wanted to have full control over a world as well. And for ages...the buggers didn't come. My fort built between (and into) two mountains came along fantastically with barely even the sound of 'em.
Then, one morning. Three of them. Right outside the front door, in the way of where I needed to go. I needed string. I needed to get out without it becoming a major problem in a few nights time. But I couldn't do it. I have a diamond sword that'd probably slice em up in one swing, but I just can't manage it.
So here I sit, desperately wanting to play minecraft, but searching youtube for the appropriate music and searching my fridge for the appropriate booze to once again face my blocky fears.
Why do I find them so scary? Maybe it's the frantic legs. Maybe it's the essential shape of a spider that I recognise as a symbol of evil. It's probably that accursed noise...
So. Are yours as embarassing as mine?
Captcha: Run the gauntlet. That's it, the new captcha system is sentient. People been sayin' it for ages, now I'm calling it. Question is, do we call it t-1000 or number 6?
Me? I've played silent hill 2 for hours. A feat not only due to it being scary, but emotionally traumatic. I've survived my fair share of resident evil games. I've even managed with project zero.
What did it? Well, aside from resi 1's guardhouse when I was twelve...minecraft. When I'm now twenty one. Bloody arachnophobia...
See, I bought minecraft on the xbox, and I did well, for a while. I had to face a fair few bugs from the very start, my first night being a baptism of bugs of sorts. I made a bow, and rarely got within a meter of the things if I could help it. I even started to become rather fond of the little blocky fellas, desparately scrabbling up and down walls they could never hope to get over. I almost became comfortable with their prescence.
Then I started a new, fully single player game. I enjoyed having other people in my world, but I wanted to have full control over a world as well. And for ages...the buggers didn't come. My fort built between (and into) two mountains came along fantastically with barely even the sound of 'em.
Then, one morning. Three of them. Right outside the front door, in the way of where I needed to go. I needed string. I needed to get out without it becoming a major problem in a few nights time. But I couldn't do it. I have a diamond sword that'd probably slice em up in one swing, but I just can't manage it.
So here I sit, desperately wanting to play minecraft, but searching youtube for the appropriate music and searching my fridge for the appropriate booze to once again face my blocky fears.
Why do I find them so scary? Maybe it's the frantic legs. Maybe it's the essential shape of a spider that I recognise as a symbol of evil. It's probably that accursed noise...
So. Are yours as embarassing as mine?
Captcha: Run the gauntlet. That's it, the new captcha system is sentient. People been sayin' it for ages, now I'm calling it. Question is, do we call it t-1000 or number 6?
