I probably won’t do anything, but silently (pun not intended) bitch to myself, like I have been.
But for fuck’s sake, it’s getting old. I’m as big of a fan as the next dood. Granted, we get next to no fog where I live, but I have experienced it other places. My mind doesn’t naturally jump to “oh my god, I’m in Silent Hill.” No, it’s more like, “neat, fog.”
If you’re gonna connect fog with anything, why not John Carpenter’s The Fog? That seems like the more obvious choice.
Guess what, it was sunny out today. I didn’t scramble to my computer to tell everyone that I felt like I was on motherfucking Isle Delfino, regardless of the fact that there was some obvious Super Mario Sunshine shit goin’ down.
Sirens are another thing. I don’t know where all you people live, but ya’ll seem to be hearing sirens a lot. And if it’s a simple police/fire/ambulance siren, then just shut the fuck up. I can’t imagine so many of you hearing goddamn air raid sirens all hours of the damn day, like you make it seem. Cause let’s face it, that’s the type of siren you hear in the series.
However, you’d be doing us all a favor if: You wake up in the middle of the night, with your house on fire. The local fire station is already aware of the situation, and has dispatched an engine, which you can already hear in the distance. You, being the irreformable idiot that you are, freak out thinking you’re in Silent Hill, hide in the corner and wet yourself, and inevitably die in the fire.