Originally Posted by The Batlord
**** Alien: Isolation!
I haven't played it in about a week, due partly to time and lack of energy, and partly to being a big pussy. But mostly the time and energy thing. So today was the first day I went back in a good while.
Tonight I loaded the game and pressed pause as soon as I could in order to procrastinate for a respectable amount of time: studying, eating, going for a cigarette, tweezing an eyelash that was curved down and annoying the **** out of me, checking MB, etc. But eventually I could put it off for no longer, and I was tense as **** when I pressed start again.
But Rudy the stuffed reindeer was with me!
Even with all that pussification I was actually feeling just a tad confident: previously I'd played through probably over half of the medical wing section, only dying once in the beginning, and I thought I could keep up my streak.
I'm not at all confident anymore. The alien has killed me twice within the same twenty feet area that I have not had to courage to move beyond for over an hour. There are dudes wandering around who want to shoot me, and while the alien has killed several of them, it's no longer in uber-hunt mode, so I have to do something to draw its attention to them... which is only half-good for me.
First time, I was hiding under two connecting desks and I shot this guy. I figured since I was under such a good hiding place, I'd be able to wait the alien out after it dropped down to investigate the noise.
Nope.
I shot the guy, turned around, only to see the door of the room start to open and realize that the doorway had a perfect view under my hiding spot. The door wasn't even all the way open before the alien dove under the desks to murder me.
I'm not sure what the exact sequence of events were next, but they involved me jumping away from the TV, pressing start, ripping my headphones off, and refusing to look at the screen.
I then heard my mother call out, "Is there a rattlesnake in there?"
Unbeknownst to me, I had "shrieked".
With my next life, I spent about twenty minutes hiding under the same bed in a hallway not ten feet from where I had been previously slaughtered. It's not that I couldn't bring myself to move, but there was just always something that required me to hide, and that bed just so happened to be the closest spot.
First was the guy I'd shot earlier. I wasn't going to make the same mistake, so I threw a noisemaker in his general direction, and watched with keen schadenfreude as the alien mutilated him.
About a minute later, after the alien had gone back into the ceiling, I was all ready to come out again when I heard screaming behind me as another person I didn't even know was there was ripped apart by the creature. So now there was an indeterminate number of hostile humans I had to negotiate.
I still wasn't able to cower my way out from under the bed, since another guy on the other end of the hallway discovered his murdered buddy (the one whom I had ****ed over) and proceeded to patrol the immediate area with the intention of killing the person responsible.
I waited until he was just far enough away that I could crawl out from under my bed, and hit the nearest surface with my wrench to attract the alien.
The nearest surface being my bed.
My brilliant scheme backfired however, as the guy was too far away for the creature to notice him, and so it just circled me for about two minutes while I repeated to myself over and over again, "Please don't get curious, please don't get curious, please don't get curious..."
I got lucky, and it went back into the vent. Then I wandered around for a bit, periodically cowering under various desks and beds and such, only to realize that I had gone in the wrong direction and needed to go back. Thankfully, due to my slow, terrified progress, I didn't need to go far to get back to where I had been.
But of course the guy I'd failed to lure the alien to was hanging around just past my home bed, and back under I went.
I didn't want to waste another noisemaker, but my mind was too dulled by constant panic to think of any better solution, so I threw another, with a delightfully successful outcome this time.
Unfortunately, as I hid under my bed, the alien finally got curious...
And now here I am. Going on and on, narrating a series of events no one will care about, just so that I don't have to look at the screen. I think I'll go for a cigarette. And then watch the first Alien again, so I can see some other people suffer for a change.
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