Wow. A six year hiatus. It was like reading this as a fan. REmake has always been my favourite game and I'm only a casual gamer otherwise. I'm 24 years old and I've beaten in 24 times. Just finished since I always start my new round each Halloween. I remembered that I used to write this, so I figured I'd finish it…hopefully with better grammar. Lets see if I can pick up where I left off. I tend to wonder if anyone who read it is even still here.

Nov 14 1967

Fake mother screamed as Lisa tore the face off her head as if it were a simple band-aid. Fake mother clawed at her, well not face, it was just a mix of rapid flowing blood and muscle. As she collapsed on to the floor two guards entered, well armed with sleepy guns. "I hate sleepy guns" thought Lisa. They came in and fired, except this time they didn't work right away. Sure, she felt a little woozy but she didn't collapse. This seemed to surprise the men, yes, she could borrow their faces too thought Lisa. With a lightning-quick jump she leaped apon the table, ran a few steps, and tackled the closest guard. He moved his head as she was about to borrow his face, she cut some big vien on his neck or something. Either way she missed his face and it was quickly going white anyways…an ugly white with two bulging pig-eyes stuck inside it. She didn't want it anymore.

The other guard fired another sleepy bullet into her. It stung a bit and was slowing her down. She leaped at him, but stumbled and only knocked him forward as she tackled his shin. His head hit the sharp corner of the metal dinner table and he was done for. Lisa could only crawl now, heading out the door she was confronted with that bad man Spencer and his friend Marcus, a bad man too. They had many guards with many sleepy guns and they all fired accurately. Finally Lisa was going to sleep, "Hah…it took about 13 this time bad men!" She still was able to glance at Spencer who said like an evil snake, "Yesssss…yessss…this will do nicely, but from now on quarantine is…"

Lisa slept.

Modern day

Limbundo Myhamoon had never had to hunt something like this before. In fact, he was pretty sure the hunter had become the hunted in this situation. It was clear that a pistol and 12 gauge shotgun to this beast was like trying to kill a rat with a fly swatter. You'd only sting it and make it angrier. He sat in his apartment gazing into the bottle of fine Canadian whisky, his favourite. Whisky was the only friend that could help him get the courage to do what needed to be done. He took another swig and unlocked the safe on his floor. This safe didn't hold money or jewels, but what it held was more valuable and important then either at this point.

Inside embedded inside a fine, wooden carrying case was his pride and joy…and his worst enemy. A Colt Python magnum, a gun so powerful it essentially turned your arm into an artillery cannon…and most people would have about the same accuracy. Limbundo had practiced, to him the gun was almost a religious relic, an item that served no purpose as if it's fierce power was destined to some parallel plane where monsters far worse then Earth roamed. Well, Limbundo thought, perhaps he had misjudged what this plane of Earth was capable of. As he withdrew the box of 12 heavy rounds that accompanied the weapon, he figured if this didn't work he would need an artillery cannon anyways.

He finished off the bottle, concealed the weapon within it's holster and marched off to confront the demon.

Lisa was back in the forest. After borrowing the faces from the loud people in the small house these bad men in cars with flashy lights on top had come. Lisa borrowed two of their faces too, but more and more had come. Many cars, many stingy guns. Luckily, they were too scared to come into the house right away and she was able to retreat. She had decided she was going to go back to that big, bad, smelling factory where she had awoken a few days before. There were many bad men there, many faces to replace the ones she had. The problem with the faces were they only lasted so long. After awhile they became grey, they became smelly and attracted bugs. The important ones she left, but others she would replace. Some she brought to her playroom. She had many dollies there and the dollies had such fake faces so it was her hobby to make them better. All it took was a little thread and needle-work to make a proper doll.

There were so many bad men (and women) though. She had so many faces now she had to stack them inside her playroom. What made her more angry was that she no longer had a face. She was strong, she was alive, but when she looked into a mirror it scared her what looked back. So instead she chose to borrow the faces from those who didn't deserve them and put them on herself. After all, "Wwhat ddiid I doooo wrrogn?" she mumbled out loud. However, there was one purpose for Lisa…to find real mother. She would take real mother to peace if she ever found her. As Lisa approached the smelly factory she noticed a few guards with stingy guns, their faces were wet with fear-water and ruining their complexion. This would have to be remedied, and fast. Lisa clenched her fists inside the heavy oaken plank cuffing her. She knew just the way to do it…

Dec 2nd 1967

Lisa didn't like her new room. It was big, it had a nice bed, but she could never see real mother. It had three mirror walls and one window wall where she sometimes saw Spencer and Marcus looking at her, and talking to her. Food was given through a slot below them but the cost of eating was high and painful! Lisa remembered two days ago when she had a bad headache. Marcus looked at the big, brown, bloody bump on her head and had told her to hit his face on the glass…with the bump! Lisa didn't understand. She didn't know what to do for hours, until she focused, she tried to think about the bump doing it somehow. After only about a minute a long snake-thingy broke out of the hole and slapped the glass! It dangled there as she had screamed in horror. Marcus only laughed and clapped. Within an hour the best dinner she had, had in a long time was there. Turkey, potatoes, even chocolate as dessert! Marcus told her it she had something every other little girl would want and that in the real world girls are paying thousands of dollars to get "brain arms". Lisa didn't like it still, but the next two days another two brain arms appeared. Each time Marcus was very happy and gave her good food. Soon Lisa was using them like she used arms, except they were easier to use.

The mirrors made her feel the worst. Every morning when she looked in them he face was getting skinnier, and more grey. She thought she looked like she was made of those Egyptian mummies she learned about in school. Her lips were now so thin she looked like she was an angry animal rearing to chew something. To make matters worse, every day or two this bad air would come through the vents. It would make her sleep and when she woke up she'd feel all woozy and have needle pricks in her arms. The only good thing was she always got a VERY nice meal after that. Marcus was always nice to her, he seemed to treat her with value; unlike that Spencer guy. Spencer looked at her like dad looked at cars or money. It wasn't really her she was interested in, just all those scary things that were happening to her.

At least she did have her faces. She spent her days sewing them to cover that ugly face that looked at her each morning in the mirrors. Spencer always smiled a lot when she was sewing and Marcus made sure she had all the thread and equipment she needed. It didn't subdue her anger towards him, or anyone else to be honest. With all these changes to her body one constant was she was becoming more and more angry. If she screwed up a face with her sewing, she'd find herself smashing around the room and yelling.

Today though Lisa was happy since she was expecting a present! Marcus told her one was coming, that she'd be giving Lisa a new face from someone who didn't deserve it. Thing is, the face never came through a slot. At about 5PM the door opened to her room: it never opened before, however. Two guards pushed somebody inside. He had duct tape over his mouth and was trying to scream, he seemed very scared for a big man. As Lisa looked at him she realized it was C…Ch…Chadler…ChadLEY? Yeah, that guy. The guy who had hurt mom weeks ago! Well, he was certainly not deserving of his face, so much so Lisa didn't care if Spencer watched Chadley loan his face to her. He glanced into the window and saw Spencer, Marcus, and a crew of people in lab coats watching. Usually Lisa didn't want to entertain them, but in this case she'd make an exception. Chadley was sweating like a pig now and ruining his face, why did they always do that? Anyways, it would be a problem in a few minutes. Lisa looked at her long, sharp fingernails and flexed her strong hands. She had plenty of thread for this one. The noise from Chadley turned into a constant roar, like a car with the gas pedal pressed too hard. Very high pitched. Oh well, Lisa stepped towards him consoling herself that the sound would be stopped in the next minute or two. Two if she chose to give this one his due for hurting real mother. Yes, lets make it two minutes this time…

It took the cleaning personnel three full hours to clean up the consequences as Lisa snuggled happily with her newly borrowed face.