Introduction
Note: If you couldn't care less about how Sour Times came to be, skip ahead to the prologue, none of this information is crucial.
About two to three years ago, I wrote a Resident Evil fan-fiction called Sour Times. I called it a Silent Hill-Resident Evil crossover because it took place in Silent Hill but in the end that's the only reason it was called a SH-RE crossover – the locations. About a year ago I re-read Sour Times and I was, to say the least, horrified. The spelling errors, grammatical errors, and a ton of continuity errors. I knew it right then and there: I had to rewrite Sour Times. I don't even know how many different versions of rewrites there are but every single one of them are saved on my computer in case I find something interesting that I want to include in the final rewrite.
Between writing the original and rewrite I had started writing a sequel, starting a series titled Dummy, which I do intend to continue. The title of the sequel will most likely be It's a Fire but it's not etched in stone yet.
Dummy comes from the title of the Portishead album, which includes the songs "Sour Times" and "It's a Fire" so you can probably already see where I'm going with this. Portishead's lyrics and the lead singer, Beth's soft, crooning vocals together create an eerily beautiful sound that played a huge part in creating Sour Times, although I must admit, the only reason it was originally going to be titled Sour Times was the beginning of the song, which sounded similar to the introduction song of the first Silent Hill game, but when I really looked at the lyrics, I realized what a great song I'd chosen for the start of a hopefully great series.
So in this new and improved Sour Times you can expect new characters, new monsters, more action, more weapons, more deaths, and more Silent Hill!
Much love and big kisses,
Steph
Sour Times
From the 1994 album, "Dummy," by Portishead
To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now.
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screens,
Bear the facts, assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,
Take a ride, take a shot now.
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Who am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday,
Ohh these sour times.
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Mysteries of our disguise revolve,
Circumstance will decide.
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you
'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do