Before you read this, be sure to properly credit Cyricz at Gamefaqs.com,
who's wonderful 'cutscene guide' helped me to find the quotes to this story
during the fleeting few moments that my internet connection doesn't screw
up. He has written the guides to some of the finest games of all time, and
he should be properly credited for his work.
I would also like to say that this is how I am writing the general story. Though all basic texts from the game should be included, I will write filler for everything in between, and add some things as well. Basically, it's far from completely original.
I also claim no ownership to any of the characters or properties of this story, save the writing of the story itself, and that everything else is purely owned by software company Silicon Knights, which is in turn owned by Nintendo, the greatest game-related software company ever.
Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem
Alex Roivas sat up in bed, wide-awake in the dark. She heard a loud noise coming from the corner. Nervous, she fumbled for the light. Clicking it on, she squinted in the dusty glaze. Alex could just barely make out a thin, gangly structure in the corner. She stood up, then walked over the creaky floor to examine it. As she drew closer, she noticed the top part rounded into a knob. like a head.
"Mrraaaawwn!"
Jumping back, she screamed. She could now fully tell what it was-it was a skeleton, thin and wiry, with bits of sinewy, rotted brown flesh hanging in tatters from its frame. It began to shuffle slowly towards her, making a horrible moaning noise as it scraped its dry feet across the carpet. Alex bolted to the wall of her room for her Winchester shotgun. She snatched it off the rack, and grabbed it, fully loaded, and aimed it at the creature's head. But then she heard more moaning coming from her right. She swiveled around, and was face-to-face with another, similar creature. She pulled the trigger in its face.
Its head exploded, and she'd expected it to fall to the ground, dead. But no, it just stood there, swinging blindly with its arms. The other one came closer. She shot it through the torso. It blew in half, spraying flecks of dried blood all over the wall behind it. She turned around to deal with the other one, when she heard three more sets of footsteps. She was quickly surrounded. One of them reached out and punched her with its warm, rotting fist across the torso. It felt enormously powerful for something that was practically a skeleton. She fell back on her bed and put a shot through all of them. Two of them got back up and attacked. She shot one's head off, then aimed at the other to finish it off.
When she pulled the trigger, she heard a horrible silence that was louder than the blast of any shotgun. Had she only loaded 4 shells? She made a desperate break for the door, the last one grabbing and shredding her shirt as she ran by. The handle fumbled in her hands, and she yanked with all her might. It rattled and shook, but it didn't open. She could see why- someone had barred the door.
"Who would do this?" she said. "What's happening?" She pounded the door in fury, and a throbbing noise mixed with the scraping of the remaining zombie's shuffling footsteps. She heard a faint, desperate, anguished voice, but couldn't quite make out what it had said-something about eating her eyes and damning us all. Just as the throbbing grew louder, the zombies disappeared, and a blinding blue light appeared in her room. It looked vaguely like her grandfather.
She walked toward it, and he said quietly, "Remember me, Alex?" Reaching out, she barely touched his finger, when she heard her phone ring. She looked at her desk, and woke up.
Looking at her clock, she wondered furiously just who could be calling at 3:33 AM. She reached to her bedside to pick up the phone.
"Uh. hello?" she said into the speaker. She voice on the other end sounded gruff, serious and a bit worried.
"This is Inspector Largesse of the Rhode Island Police. I'm sorry to disturb you, but. there's been an incident with your grandfather."
She was shocked. Any incident involving this 80-year-old man worth being called up at 3:33 AM for couldn't be good.
"I'll be on the next flight out," she said.
She quickly got up, slipped off her nightgown and walked over to her dresser, the cold air sending chills down her bare skin. She threw on some informal stuff, a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater. She didn't care about some lazy detective's perception of her. They're all pigs anyway, she thought to herself. She didn't know why, but something urged her to get out as soon as possible. Picking up the phone, she decided to call the airport for tickets to Rhode Island.
She heard her doorbell ring. A phone call and visitor both between 3:33 and 3:36 at night? It felt very odd. She walked over and opened the door. No one was there. On the ground, she saw a small envelope. She picked it up, shut the door and opened it. A small piece of paper fell out. She squinted to identify it as a plane ticket. to Rhode Island.
Lord, she thought. How did this happen? Maybe the detective sent her the tickets ahead of time. such an odd way to make sure she got there. Or maybe, she thought, maybe it's an emergency, and he's clinging on for his life.
Feelings of dread came over her as she silently left her house, revved up her battered Mercedes and headed off to the airport. It was only about 20 miles away.
Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't even packed a morsel of food. She felt very foolish, but at the same time, very afraid. She was glad to see, that as she pulled up to the driveway, that the airport was just as alive as ever. Walking out of her car, she stepped into the lobby.
As she sat down, she noticed some odd feelings creep over her. She felt cold, but very awake. The receptionist looked at her, singling her out among the waiting passengers. Alex stepped up cautiously.
"When's flight 233 to Rhode Island?" "It's leaving in about 5 minutes," she replied. "Oh, God. Miss, could you please." "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." she said as she typed up quickly on her computer. "Gate 3b," she said. "Oh, thank you," pleaded Alex as she ran swiftly into the hall. "She rushed through the gate, flashing her ticket and indicating that she had no luggage. Once she was on the plane, she realized how good it felt to sit down on the comfortable, warm aircraft seat and not have to rush anywhere. As the captain gave his directions, the plane took off, and soon she was heading off to Rhode Island.
--- As soon as she got there, a man was waiting for her. He wore what looked like a cop's uniform, and he escorted her out of the airport and into a police cab. This only made her more nervous. After about 30 minutes, the cab driver swerved to the left and onto a long country road that lead out into a large isthmus out over the water. On top if it, there was a large, splendid-looking mansion, with plenty of growth around it, almost hiding it from view. As they drew closer, she made out several more squad cars lined up outside the house.
They parked next to the other cabs, and Alex walked gingerly up the grand steps to the elegantly decorated door. She never even knew her grandfather had owned this place. Stepping inside, she marveled at the creepiness of the place, smelling the dank, dusty air and stepping over the moldy carpet. The cab driver came in, and motioned for her to walk over to the left wing of the house. She opened the door, to see a vast library spread out ahead of her. She walked over to the back, and a large, stockily built man shielded her from view of the room around the corner. She craned her neck around him, and saw what looked like a piece of red cloth on a table. He spoke to her in that very familiar voice. "Ah, miss Roivas," he said as he gently shook her hand. His hand was large and unnaturally soft. "I'm pleased to meet you. I trust you had a pleasant trip?"
"Um, yes, I suppose so," she replied, "considering." She glanced again at the odd-looking cloth tarp.
"Yes, my condolences. This is most unpleasant. It's a shame we couldn't meet under brighter circumstances."
"Yes it is," said Alex, growing slightly tired and irritable at the man's stalling. "Can we get this over with, please?"
"Of course. This way, but I must warn you. It's not a pleasant sight... I'm afraid there's not much to see," he said, his face darkening. He motioned towards the table.
Alex walked closer to it, wondering just what it had to do with anything. She was slightly shocked when she saw boned sticking out of it. She looked closer, and let out a horrifying sob-the red sheet was drenched in blood, and a mutilated body was rolled up inside. She saw the only part that was remotely intact, it's arm, and knew immediately that it was her grandfather when she saw the beautiful gold ring that had been passed down to him by his father. She cried softly.
"Miss Roivas," Largesse began, "is that your grandfather, Edward?"
She soaked up the tears that were streaming down her face with her sweater. "Yes, it's him. he's wearing out family ring." She suddenly felt more irritated with the detective than ever. "I don't understand. Why are you showing me this? Can't you check dental records or something? What is WRONG with you?"
Largesse looked annoyed. "I'm, I'm sorry. It's my job, lady. You're the only living relative, and no, we can't check dental records. There's no head!" he paused for a moment. "Ah, none of this makes sense. There's no sign of intrusion, and there was certainly a lot of force used here. I have never seen anything like this in my twenty years on the force. We have no evidence, except for the body, and what's left doesn't say much. Uh, we don't have a single clue..." he trailed off.
"Well, you better find out who did this. I'm not leaving Rhode Island until you do. There must be some clue in this old mansion revealing what happened. I want answers," she said angrily.
"So do I. I. I wish I had some," he trailed off foolishly. --- The cop search had turned up useless. There was nothing of a single clue, except for a broken clock. That gave hint to something, but no one knew just what or how it might be related to a murder. Also, one of the cops reported to have heard a strange voice while checking a stained glass window on the second floor, but he dismissed it as a daydream from being in the creepy old mansion.
Alex had been provided with money for food and an apartment for her stay, as she had decided to try and find out more about her grandfather herself. But she wasn't allowed to re-visit the mansion for two weeks. She waited both sadly and anxiously to go back to that mysterious old mansion and unearth the secrets if his shady past. He had never spoken much to her, nor come over for her birthday or even her high school graduation. This had happened after her parent's unexplained deaths, and she had felt the sting of loneliness whenever she was asked about her parents. Her grandfather called her once in a while, asking her nonchalantly if she'd ever been followed home or threatened. Unusual, sure, but she'd figured it was just care and paranoia from his aging mind. That strange and horrible dream came to mind.
She walked up to the mansion and opened the massive door again. It was evening, and she'd prepared to find out any dark secrets, no matter how shocking. Not that she'd expected to find out that her family were wanted criminals, or that she was the secret daughter of Barbara Strisand. but she knew he must have done many interesting things in the past.
The mansion was very large. On the table was a small key, next to a clock. It was the same clock that had been labeled as evidence. The one that was stuck at 3:33. Strangely enough, that was also the time she woken up that night. She picked up the small key, and decided to explore the kitchen first. It was dank and dusty, and the fridge was locked. There was the strangest emblem on it. It was a golden emblem, about the size of a dinner plate, and it had an indentation in the shape of a short, broad blade across the top. In the middle of the blade was a slit, and one that looked like it would fit the front of the blade itself. There was an odd symbol engraved over the top.
Puzzled beyond perception, she walked back out into the main hall, and walked up the winding flight of stairs to the second floor. The door at the top was locked. She inserted the key inside, and twisted. She heard a click, and it turned slightly, but it seemed to be a very stubborn lock. She twisted hard, and she heard a crack. The key had broke. She cursed, and scooped the other half out of the lock, then put it in her pocket. She'd planned to buy some super glue and fix it later.
Walking back down the stairs, she entered the now familiar library. She saw eerie portraits of very stern-looking people. Over a fireplace, there was what looked like a family tree, and someone was hanging in the branches. Weird, she thought. She looked at the neat rows of bookshelves, and saw that one of them had an oddly placed book that stuck out. Walking over, she saw the numbers 3:33 scribbled on it. A chill of fear crept through her as she began to think that I was no coincidence.
She walked into the room where she had seen her savaged grandfather's body, it and the table both gone. A large grandfather clock stood in the back corner, along with some tables, books and more unfriendly portraits. Stepping over to the clock, she saw that the hands were both stuck at 12:00 and not moving. One clock was stuck at 3:33, and one at 12:00. What did this mean?
The minute hand twitched a little. She decided that maybe the motor was stuck. She grabbed the handle and swung it around gently. It was obviously not working properly. She turned it gently until it said 3:00. Hmm, what if she set it for 3:33? She decided to do it, just for ironic joke. As she rounded the minute hand to the '5', she felt it stiffen. She pushed it harder until it locked right. at 3:33. A loud sliding noise came from somewhere behind her.
Scared out of her wits, she spun around to see part of the wall to her right slide away completely, leaving a dank passage. It was this moment that she seriously considered leaving, as she felt her heart jumping unpleasantly in her chest. She decided that she could stomach whatever could be seen in an old, rotting house, and she ambled into the passage and walked down the creaky wooden floor to the door at the end. The door slid open easily, and a magnificent sight assaulted her eyes. Strange gadgets, books, pictures and relics scattered the interior of what looked like a small study. She stepped foreword, and noticed that while almost everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, the table seemed to have been recently wiped clean. Probably by the cops, she thought. She looked at the back wall to find a picture of what looked like a burning city, and a massive, tall mound of human corpses laying on one another. To the right, there was a small, 3-candle shrine beneath a picture of a setting sun. She looked to her left to find an odd wooden face on a broken chair. Books and scattered papers littered the floor around the table, but what really caught her attention was on the table itself. It was a large, gold- and-brown tome, with an inscription of some sort on the cover. She couldn't quite make it out, it was written in such a elaborate mix of English and what looked to be Latin. Nervously, she opened it up slowly, and looked inside.
I would also like to say that this is how I am writing the general story. Though all basic texts from the game should be included, I will write filler for everything in between, and add some things as well. Basically, it's far from completely original.
I also claim no ownership to any of the characters or properties of this story, save the writing of the story itself, and that everything else is purely owned by software company Silicon Knights, which is in turn owned by Nintendo, the greatest game-related software company ever.
Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem
Alex Roivas sat up in bed, wide-awake in the dark. She heard a loud noise coming from the corner. Nervous, she fumbled for the light. Clicking it on, she squinted in the dusty glaze. Alex could just barely make out a thin, gangly structure in the corner. She stood up, then walked over the creaky floor to examine it. As she drew closer, she noticed the top part rounded into a knob. like a head.
"Mrraaaawwn!"
Jumping back, she screamed. She could now fully tell what it was-it was a skeleton, thin and wiry, with bits of sinewy, rotted brown flesh hanging in tatters from its frame. It began to shuffle slowly towards her, making a horrible moaning noise as it scraped its dry feet across the carpet. Alex bolted to the wall of her room for her Winchester shotgun. She snatched it off the rack, and grabbed it, fully loaded, and aimed it at the creature's head. But then she heard more moaning coming from her right. She swiveled around, and was face-to-face with another, similar creature. She pulled the trigger in its face.
Its head exploded, and she'd expected it to fall to the ground, dead. But no, it just stood there, swinging blindly with its arms. The other one came closer. She shot it through the torso. It blew in half, spraying flecks of dried blood all over the wall behind it. She turned around to deal with the other one, when she heard three more sets of footsteps. She was quickly surrounded. One of them reached out and punched her with its warm, rotting fist across the torso. It felt enormously powerful for something that was practically a skeleton. She fell back on her bed and put a shot through all of them. Two of them got back up and attacked. She shot one's head off, then aimed at the other to finish it off.
When she pulled the trigger, she heard a horrible silence that was louder than the blast of any shotgun. Had she only loaded 4 shells? She made a desperate break for the door, the last one grabbing and shredding her shirt as she ran by. The handle fumbled in her hands, and she yanked with all her might. It rattled and shook, but it didn't open. She could see why- someone had barred the door.
"Who would do this?" she said. "What's happening?" She pounded the door in fury, and a throbbing noise mixed with the scraping of the remaining zombie's shuffling footsteps. She heard a faint, desperate, anguished voice, but couldn't quite make out what it had said-something about eating her eyes and damning us all. Just as the throbbing grew louder, the zombies disappeared, and a blinding blue light appeared in her room. It looked vaguely like her grandfather.
She walked toward it, and he said quietly, "Remember me, Alex?" Reaching out, she barely touched his finger, when she heard her phone ring. She looked at her desk, and woke up.
Looking at her clock, she wondered furiously just who could be calling at 3:33 AM. She reached to her bedside to pick up the phone.
"Uh. hello?" she said into the speaker. She voice on the other end sounded gruff, serious and a bit worried.
"This is Inspector Largesse of the Rhode Island Police. I'm sorry to disturb you, but. there's been an incident with your grandfather."
She was shocked. Any incident involving this 80-year-old man worth being called up at 3:33 AM for couldn't be good.
"I'll be on the next flight out," she said.
She quickly got up, slipped off her nightgown and walked over to her dresser, the cold air sending chills down her bare skin. She threw on some informal stuff, a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater. She didn't care about some lazy detective's perception of her. They're all pigs anyway, she thought to herself. She didn't know why, but something urged her to get out as soon as possible. Picking up the phone, she decided to call the airport for tickets to Rhode Island.
She heard her doorbell ring. A phone call and visitor both between 3:33 and 3:36 at night? It felt very odd. She walked over and opened the door. No one was there. On the ground, she saw a small envelope. She picked it up, shut the door and opened it. A small piece of paper fell out. She squinted to identify it as a plane ticket. to Rhode Island.
Lord, she thought. How did this happen? Maybe the detective sent her the tickets ahead of time. such an odd way to make sure she got there. Or maybe, she thought, maybe it's an emergency, and he's clinging on for his life.
Feelings of dread came over her as she silently left her house, revved up her battered Mercedes and headed off to the airport. It was only about 20 miles away.
Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't even packed a morsel of food. She felt very foolish, but at the same time, very afraid. She was glad to see, that as she pulled up to the driveway, that the airport was just as alive as ever. Walking out of her car, she stepped into the lobby.
As she sat down, she noticed some odd feelings creep over her. She felt cold, but very awake. The receptionist looked at her, singling her out among the waiting passengers. Alex stepped up cautiously.
"When's flight 233 to Rhode Island?" "It's leaving in about 5 minutes," she replied. "Oh, God. Miss, could you please." "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." she said as she typed up quickly on her computer. "Gate 3b," she said. "Oh, thank you," pleaded Alex as she ran swiftly into the hall. "She rushed through the gate, flashing her ticket and indicating that she had no luggage. Once she was on the plane, she realized how good it felt to sit down on the comfortable, warm aircraft seat and not have to rush anywhere. As the captain gave his directions, the plane took off, and soon she was heading off to Rhode Island.
--- As soon as she got there, a man was waiting for her. He wore what looked like a cop's uniform, and he escorted her out of the airport and into a police cab. This only made her more nervous. After about 30 minutes, the cab driver swerved to the left and onto a long country road that lead out into a large isthmus out over the water. On top if it, there was a large, splendid-looking mansion, with plenty of growth around it, almost hiding it from view. As they drew closer, she made out several more squad cars lined up outside the house.
They parked next to the other cabs, and Alex walked gingerly up the grand steps to the elegantly decorated door. She never even knew her grandfather had owned this place. Stepping inside, she marveled at the creepiness of the place, smelling the dank, dusty air and stepping over the moldy carpet. The cab driver came in, and motioned for her to walk over to the left wing of the house. She opened the door, to see a vast library spread out ahead of her. She walked over to the back, and a large, stockily built man shielded her from view of the room around the corner. She craned her neck around him, and saw what looked like a piece of red cloth on a table. He spoke to her in that very familiar voice. "Ah, miss Roivas," he said as he gently shook her hand. His hand was large and unnaturally soft. "I'm pleased to meet you. I trust you had a pleasant trip?"
"Um, yes, I suppose so," she replied, "considering." She glanced again at the odd-looking cloth tarp.
"Yes, my condolences. This is most unpleasant. It's a shame we couldn't meet under brighter circumstances."
"Yes it is," said Alex, growing slightly tired and irritable at the man's stalling. "Can we get this over with, please?"
"Of course. This way, but I must warn you. It's not a pleasant sight... I'm afraid there's not much to see," he said, his face darkening. He motioned towards the table.
Alex walked closer to it, wondering just what it had to do with anything. She was slightly shocked when she saw boned sticking out of it. She looked closer, and let out a horrifying sob-the red sheet was drenched in blood, and a mutilated body was rolled up inside. She saw the only part that was remotely intact, it's arm, and knew immediately that it was her grandfather when she saw the beautiful gold ring that had been passed down to him by his father. She cried softly.
"Miss Roivas," Largesse began, "is that your grandfather, Edward?"
She soaked up the tears that were streaming down her face with her sweater. "Yes, it's him. he's wearing out family ring." She suddenly felt more irritated with the detective than ever. "I don't understand. Why are you showing me this? Can't you check dental records or something? What is WRONG with you?"
Largesse looked annoyed. "I'm, I'm sorry. It's my job, lady. You're the only living relative, and no, we can't check dental records. There's no head!" he paused for a moment. "Ah, none of this makes sense. There's no sign of intrusion, and there was certainly a lot of force used here. I have never seen anything like this in my twenty years on the force. We have no evidence, except for the body, and what's left doesn't say much. Uh, we don't have a single clue..." he trailed off.
"Well, you better find out who did this. I'm not leaving Rhode Island until you do. There must be some clue in this old mansion revealing what happened. I want answers," she said angrily.
"So do I. I. I wish I had some," he trailed off foolishly. --- The cop search had turned up useless. There was nothing of a single clue, except for a broken clock. That gave hint to something, but no one knew just what or how it might be related to a murder. Also, one of the cops reported to have heard a strange voice while checking a stained glass window on the second floor, but he dismissed it as a daydream from being in the creepy old mansion.
Alex had been provided with money for food and an apartment for her stay, as she had decided to try and find out more about her grandfather herself. But she wasn't allowed to re-visit the mansion for two weeks. She waited both sadly and anxiously to go back to that mysterious old mansion and unearth the secrets if his shady past. He had never spoken much to her, nor come over for her birthday or even her high school graduation. This had happened after her parent's unexplained deaths, and she had felt the sting of loneliness whenever she was asked about her parents. Her grandfather called her once in a while, asking her nonchalantly if she'd ever been followed home or threatened. Unusual, sure, but she'd figured it was just care and paranoia from his aging mind. That strange and horrible dream came to mind.
She walked up to the mansion and opened the massive door again. It was evening, and she'd prepared to find out any dark secrets, no matter how shocking. Not that she'd expected to find out that her family were wanted criminals, or that she was the secret daughter of Barbara Strisand. but she knew he must have done many interesting things in the past.
The mansion was very large. On the table was a small key, next to a clock. It was the same clock that had been labeled as evidence. The one that was stuck at 3:33. Strangely enough, that was also the time she woken up that night. She picked up the small key, and decided to explore the kitchen first. It was dank and dusty, and the fridge was locked. There was the strangest emblem on it. It was a golden emblem, about the size of a dinner plate, and it had an indentation in the shape of a short, broad blade across the top. In the middle of the blade was a slit, and one that looked like it would fit the front of the blade itself. There was an odd symbol engraved over the top.
Puzzled beyond perception, she walked back out into the main hall, and walked up the winding flight of stairs to the second floor. The door at the top was locked. She inserted the key inside, and twisted. She heard a click, and it turned slightly, but it seemed to be a very stubborn lock. She twisted hard, and she heard a crack. The key had broke. She cursed, and scooped the other half out of the lock, then put it in her pocket. She'd planned to buy some super glue and fix it later.
Walking back down the stairs, she entered the now familiar library. She saw eerie portraits of very stern-looking people. Over a fireplace, there was what looked like a family tree, and someone was hanging in the branches. Weird, she thought. She looked at the neat rows of bookshelves, and saw that one of them had an oddly placed book that stuck out. Walking over, she saw the numbers 3:33 scribbled on it. A chill of fear crept through her as she began to think that I was no coincidence.
She walked into the room where she had seen her savaged grandfather's body, it and the table both gone. A large grandfather clock stood in the back corner, along with some tables, books and more unfriendly portraits. Stepping over to the clock, she saw that the hands were both stuck at 12:00 and not moving. One clock was stuck at 3:33, and one at 12:00. What did this mean?
The minute hand twitched a little. She decided that maybe the motor was stuck. She grabbed the handle and swung it around gently. It was obviously not working properly. She turned it gently until it said 3:00. Hmm, what if she set it for 3:33? She decided to do it, just for ironic joke. As she rounded the minute hand to the '5', she felt it stiffen. She pushed it harder until it locked right. at 3:33. A loud sliding noise came from somewhere behind her.
Scared out of her wits, she spun around to see part of the wall to her right slide away completely, leaving a dank passage. It was this moment that she seriously considered leaving, as she felt her heart jumping unpleasantly in her chest. She decided that she could stomach whatever could be seen in an old, rotting house, and she ambled into the passage and walked down the creaky wooden floor to the door at the end. The door slid open easily, and a magnificent sight assaulted her eyes. Strange gadgets, books, pictures and relics scattered the interior of what looked like a small study. She stepped foreword, and noticed that while almost everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, the table seemed to have been recently wiped clean. Probably by the cops, she thought. She looked at the back wall to find a picture of what looked like a burning city, and a massive, tall mound of human corpses laying on one another. To the right, there was a small, 3-candle shrine beneath a picture of a setting sun. She looked to her left to find an odd wooden face on a broken chair. Books and scattered papers littered the floor around the table, but what really caught her attention was on the table itself. It was a large, gold- and-brown tome, with an inscription of some sort on the cover. She couldn't quite make it out, it was written in such a elaborate mix of English and what looked to be Latin. Nervously, she opened it up slowly, and looked inside.