the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

A smattering of notes from a second playthrough of SH:SM and the first bits of a third (warning: spoilers from start to finish, come nae further if you haven’t finished at least one playthrough):

1. Second time through: same Cybil with ridiculous cleavage. I don’t remember Michelle hopping off the stage and telling me to catch her the first time, and she seemed a little more flirty this time, but otherwise the same. Blonde Dahlia which makes that scene on the boat so much worse, here I’ve been trying to not think too much about the resemblance and uggggggggh. Lisa looked the same but was freaking out quite a bit more when I first ran into her. The first time through my monsters had sort of blocky heads. This time, at the end when the bunch of critters gang gently-caressing Harry on the way to the lighthouse got frozen, I saw GREAT BIG RED FUCKING LIPS on their heads. Eeew.

2. This playthrough and every subsequent one will feature active attempts to make the house on Levin St. as ugly as possible.
3. Still didn’t get into the Good Old Days bar, but I did do the art studio instead of the planetarium and the beauty salon instead of the party store this time.
4. Speaking of the house on Levin St., did anyone else notice how much the dollhouse in the toy store looks like it?
5. Backing up just a tad: I did not miss the warehouse this time. Hello, memento I missed the first time through. Hello, many copies of someone’s boobs.
6. Backing up even more: did anyone else notice that Harry didn’t even have the wedding ring until Michelle pointed it out?
7. Backing up even further still: one of the more unsettling things in this game to me was wandering around in the woods, pulling up the GPS map, and seeing a building simply labeled “X”. On a handwritten map that’d be one thing, but on a GPS map it’s just creepy.
8. I got the ending with Harry getting smacked around and chewed up one side and down the other this time. Eegh.
9. Third playthrough: this time, I’m doing everything different. Oh hey, I got the nice brunette Cybil without the ridiculous cleavage this time… but wow, Harry is an asshole at the Levin St. house which, this time, was lime green with purple door and windows and an orange roof and had a pink station wagon in the driveway. Still didn’t get into the Good Old Days bar even though I said “I drink like a motherfucker” on the personality quiz and tried it first.
10. OH SHITS YOU GUYS. Okay. At the service station, there’s a poster with all these phone numbers on it, for Brookhaven and the Lakeview Hotel and all that shit. If you write down and call no other number, CALL THE FUCKING LAKEVIEW. HERE I WILL EVEN GIVE IT TO YOU. 555-2502. CALL IT. Also call 311.

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