As if we didn’t have sufficient to take care of between despotic regimes, habitat collapse, and dodgy new applied sciences, Konami are on a mission to show all over the place into Silent Hill. The latest Silent Hill f came about in a fictional Japanese city from the Nineteen Sixties. The forthcoming Silent Hill: Townfall unfolds in Scotland. Konami have just lately made ominous noises about taking the sequence to Central or South America.
The implication is that Silent Hill is a transferable metaphor, glomming onto unsuspecting nowherevilles worldwide. Nicely you’ll be able to preserve your filthy free affiliation, Konami. A line needs to be drawn. A line will likely be drawn right here. Please discover beneath a listing of locations that might by no means, ever become Silent Hill.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Copenhagen, Denmark.”
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Copenhagen is the statistically decided happiest metropolis within the statistically decided happiest nation on this planet. It’s received attractive inexperienced areas, a excessive median wage, glorious sanitation, good metro companies, and a flourishing community of motorcycle lanes. It has an amazing cultural scene, too. Why not cease by Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek and take a look at their assortment of Rodins? Why not go to the Cisternerne museum, the place stalactites cling among the many artworks, or the Nationalmuseet, the place you’ll be able to learn concerning the plague outbreak and devastating fires of the 18th century, which all however wiped town’s medieval structure from the map. Additionally the German occupation and the RAF bombings. Let’s not go to Copenhagen. I feel I can hear sirens within the distance.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Çatalhöyük (7500 BC).”
That final entry was a take a look at, really, designed as an instance a elementary drawback. Silent Hill might be wherever as a result of Silent Hill channels real-life historic iniquity. Luckily, this implies one other sort of numerical resolution. Initially in-built what’s now Turkey, Çatalhöyük will be the earliest recorded human metropolis and as such, has the quantitively smallest quantity of historical past to name upon. Checkmate, Konami! What are you going to do, make a sport concerning the magnificence and awfulness of a primordial universe that has by no means identified the architect’s pencil, the bricklayer’s hand? Har! I’d prefer to see that. I’d prefer to see that.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Portmeirion, Wales.”
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Portmeirion isn’t only a very nice Welsh city, it’s a really nice Welsh folly. No, not like Tom Jones. It’s a faux village constructed to protect varied architectural types and bamboozle vacationers with a collection of colourfully crammed-together, Italianate buildings. It’s sort of like an Uncharted sport with all of the completely different ranges superimposed, or a confusingly gelato-powered adaptation of Paradise Killer. There’s a lighthouse and a lodge and an enormous open air chess set and a few decorative lakes and a statue of Hercules. You may think about the bricolage horrifying, I suppose. I discover it diverting and foolish.
Come now! Shake off your qualms. George Harrison spent his fiftieth birthday in Portmeirion, and the lead guitarist of the Beatles would by no means lead us into any sort of wacky metaphysical predicament. True, Portmeirion is the place they filmed The Prisoner, a Kafkaesque 60s TV present about anonymous individuals caught in a sealed-off coastal city, but it surely additionally has a jam store. Silent Hill would by no means have a jam store. Say this out loud to your self: “This city is filled with monsters! How will you sit there and eat jam?” It doesn’t work, does it.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Northlandz, New Jersey.”
Nestled not removed from the banks of the Raritan within the Watchung Mountains, Northlandz is the “world’s largest miniature wonderland”. It’s a mannequin city, in different phrases. The important thing factor about mannequin cities is that you’re a lot larger than they’re, and so, there may be nothing inside them that may threaten you. Is Godzilla afraid of normal-sized cities? No, he’s not. He tramples them as he pleases, laughing and spraying chunks of freeze-dried giftshop marshmallow. Don’t really do that to Northlandz. The supervisor will ask you to go away.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Artemis, The Moon.”
NASA’s Artemis base has two distinct benefits amongst cities at average threat of changing into Silent Hill. Firstly, it doesn’t really exist but. Secondly, will probably be a city on the Moon. This robotically thwarts quite a lot of Silent Hill’s favorite environmental and atmospheric motifs. Sirens? Can’t hear sirens in house, my love. Mysterious black mildew and different growths? Idiot! Ain’t no flora on the Moon, although NASA do plan to arrange mushroom homes, and I suppose there’s no matter micro organism but lingers within the baggage of shit left behind by the Apollo astronauts.
Rust? Nay sirrah, you do however jest – oh, now that I examine, it seems the entire Moon is rusting. Oxygen particles have been slowly making their manner over from Earth, driving the “tail” of our magnetosphere, reacting with metals and moisture on the floor to type hematite. The Moon, it seems, is present process a really gradual Otherworld transformation. Allow us to proceed swiftly on to….
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Silent Hill. Luckily, I occur to be a remarkably well-adjusted particular person, with no baggage to talk of.”
Famously, the trick to Silent Hill is all of the trauma you usher in with you. It’s this that offers type to the munsters and causes the masonry to get all up in your grill. By logical extension, the trick to not ending up in Silent Hill is to not have any trauma. So all we have to do is make sure that everyone who visits wherever that might probably be Silent Hill has lived their entire life in a protected, nourishing, sociable, and well-resourced atmosphere, steeped in values of compassion and mutual thriving, free from prejudice and violence.
“In my stressed desires, I see that city. Nesfield, England.”
Typically it’s finest to stay to what you understand. Nesfield is the small hamlet on the border of West and North Yorkshire the place I grew up. I had a contented early childhood, myself. We stored chickens for his or her eggs, spent the summer time afternoons stealing golf balls from the course down the street, and swam within the River Wharfe, which wasn’t fairly as stuffed with sewage again then.
I nonetheless stroll up there at times to benefit from the quiet of the village inexperienced, with its rigorously preserved pillory. I comply with the trail down previous my childhood residence to the watering properly embedded within the wall on the backside, with its barred portal. Then I stray into what we used to name the Wishing Tree Wooden, with its canted trunks wrapped in brambles, a few of which are literally outdated farm machines.
There’s nothing eerie about any of this, I promise you. My scariest reminiscence of Nesfield is of being chased by the poodle from the home subsequent door. Pyramid Head had nothing on that poodle.
