"In mine restless dreams, I see that town, Silent Hill. Thou promised that
thou would take me again someday, but alas, thou doth not. I am alone there
now, ineth our 'special place'. Waiting for thou."
JAMES: I hast gotten a letter. The name on mine envelope saideth 'Mary.' My wife's name... It's preposterous, couldn't possibly be true... That's what I keep telling myself... A dead person shalt not, couldeth not, write a letter. Mary doth die of her damned disease three years ago. Alas, why art I looking for her? Our 'special place'... What couldeth she had meant? This whole town was our special place. Doth she mean the park on the lake? We spendeth the whole day there. Just the two of us, staring at the water. Couldeth Mary really be there? Art she really alive... waiting for me?
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Cemetary
JAMES: Pardon me, good lady, but ---
ANGELA: YARGH!
JAMES: O, woman of much fear, I doth not proclaim myself as a demon for I hath lost my path ! ANGELA: Thou art lost?
JAMES: Yes, good woman. I art seeking Silent Hill. Doth thou know the right direction?
ANGELA: Thou art going in thy right direction! This fog hath blinded many travelers to only a few feet! Thou shalt not miss it!
JAMES: Blesses from God to thou from Above, holy creature!
ANGELA: But alas --
JAMES: ?
ANGELA: I thinketh that thou shalt stay away! 'Tis hard to explain, but alas, there art something horrible about this town!
JAMES: Is it harmful?
ANGELA: Perhaps, and thou art not only be limited by thou fear of fog!
JAMES: Yes. Good. Thanketh.
ANGELA: Doth thou thinketh I am a deceiver?
JAMES: No, I believeth of thou, but alas, I doth not worry about it. I art going to town.
ANGELA: O, innocent adventurer, why doth thou doeth this mighty task?
JAMES: I doth bear mine burden of seeketh of.. Someone.
ANGELA: Who doth thou art seeketh?
JAMES: Someone.. Very important to me. I'd do anything to beeth with her again.
ANGELA: Fascinating, seeker of valuable person! I art also seeketh important persons! I art looketh for my mama, I meaneth mother, for she and I hath not met for a long time. My father and dearest brother wereth here, but alas, I can not findeth them either.
JAMES: No not dispair for I pray that you shalt findeth them!
ANGELA: And I thou!
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JAMES: I hast gotten a letter. The name on mine envelope saideth 'Mary.' My wife's name... It's preposterous, couldn't possibly be true... That's what I keep telling myself... A dead person shalt not, couldeth not, write a letter. Mary doth die of her damned disease three years ago. Alas, why art I looking for her? Our 'special place'... What couldeth she had meant? This whole town was our special place. Doth she mean the park on the lake? We spendeth the whole day there. Just the two of us, staring at the water. Couldeth Mary really be there? Art she really alive... waiting for me?
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Cemetary
JAMES: Pardon me, good lady, but ---
ANGELA: YARGH!
JAMES: O, woman of much fear, I doth not proclaim myself as a demon for I hath lost my path ! ANGELA: Thou art lost?
JAMES: Yes, good woman. I art seeking Silent Hill. Doth thou know the right direction?
ANGELA: Thou art going in thy right direction! This fog hath blinded many travelers to only a few feet! Thou shalt not miss it!
JAMES: Blesses from God to thou from Above, holy creature!
ANGELA: But alas --
JAMES: ?
ANGELA: I thinketh that thou shalt stay away! 'Tis hard to explain, but alas, there art something horrible about this town!
JAMES: Is it harmful?
ANGELA: Perhaps, and thou art not only be limited by thou fear of fog!
JAMES: Yes. Good. Thanketh.
ANGELA: Doth thou thinketh I am a deceiver?
JAMES: No, I believeth of thou, but alas, I doth not worry about it. I art going to town.
ANGELA: O, innocent adventurer, why doth thou doeth this mighty task?
JAMES: I doth bear mine burden of seeketh of.. Someone.
ANGELA: Who doth thou art seeketh?
JAMES: Someone.. Very important to me. I'd do anything to beeth with her again.
ANGELA: Fascinating, seeker of valuable person! I art also seeketh important persons! I art looketh for my mama, I meaneth mother, for she and I hath not met for a long time. My father and dearest brother wereth here, but alas, I can not findeth them either.
JAMES: No not dispair for I pray that you shalt findeth them!
ANGELA: And I thou!
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End of first chapter. Please review and tell me what you "thinketh"! Thanks!