I have no choice, so I rejoice!
I just lost my Sue virginity. :cries:
Story Or Series Title: Mirror Image
Game Number (1,2,3 or 4): Silent Hill 3
Culprit Author's Name: PyramidHead316
Full Name (plus titles if any): - Alessa Summers
Full Species(es): Human, I think, but she appears to be based off of the true Alessa.
Hair Color (include adjectives): - Long black hair
Eye Color (include adjectives): - Didn't say.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: - OMGF She has freckles!!
Special Possessions (if any): - Not that I could see.
Annoying Origin: - She comes from Mnt. Rainier
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: - She's the duplicate of Heather. She looks like Memory of Alessa without the blood.
Annoying Special Abilities: - She can insult people yo! Step back! "Freckle Face!"
Other Annoying Traits: - That unfortunately she makes Heather look way out of character.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Aww Heather meets her doppleganger and wants to stalk her.
She was in a clothing store, checking out some Snoopy t-shirts, when she noticed a girl with long black hair nearby. Heather didn’t pay her any mind at first. The girl was facing away from her, but she didn’t think it was anyone she recognized. Not at first. But then she got a weird feeling. There was something about this girl…something Heather couldn’t quite put her finger on. She seemed familiar somehow. Maybe it was someone from school, but somehow, she didn’t think so.
Yeah, you know Heather seemed way to bitchy to be looking at Snoopy shirts. Also love how Heather can just feel something from this girl.
Heather was definitely intrigued. When the girl left the store a few moments later, Heather decided to follow her, albeit discreetly - she had no desire to get arrested for stalking. The chase led her into an EB Games shop, then GameStop. Heather wasn’t much for video games, but she pretended to browse while keeping an eye on the subject of her piqued curiosity. She managed to sneak a few glances at the girl’s face, and what she saw left her very surprised: this chick looked a heck of a lot like her. Oh, they weren’t exactly the same; she lacked the freckles that still adorned Heather’s cheeks. But other than that, they could have been sisters.
Ooh!! You're my alter ego. A side I've never seen before. My alter ego, a side of me I never show.
Freaky, Heather thought.
No, freaky is the fact that you are yo own mama!
The Happy Burger inside the mall was the next stop on the girl’s, and Heather’s, little adventure. As usual, the place was fairly packed with people who enjoyed the greasy but tasty fast food. No surprise there. The joint ruled in Heather’s opinion. She watched the object of her pursuit purchase chicken tenders, French fries, and a milkshake, then sit down at the farthest table in the back. When she was sure it was safe, Heather went up to the register and ordered the same things. It was her favorite meal, and she wondered if the same went for whoever this girl was.
Aww how cute, they both order the exact same thing,
She took a table some distance away from the brunette. They ate at about the same speed, though Heather continued to steal looks at the fascinating girl. She was certain she had never once seen this chick in school. And the way she looked so much like Heather was unsettling. Even her hair looked like Heather’s before she had gotten it trimmed.
It looks like Heather, acts like Heather, but it's got long black hair. What the hell is Alessa doing here?
Maybe it was just a coincidence. The feeling in Heather’s gut told her otherwise. Something funny was going on here.
Nuh uh! Funny is when I burp the alphabet!
I stare at my reflection, and stab my eyes with my emoness.
Alessa’s eyes widened as she saw her own face staring back at her from beneath a mop of short jet black hair. There were some minor differences, mostly freckles and a lighter eye color. But Alessa had a keen eye for details, and the face observing her with no small trace of curiosity was still very much hers.
“Um, I think you can close your mouth now,” her duplicate said, in a voice exactly like her own.
Wait just a fucking minute. Heather had dyed blonde hair, not black hair.
“Uh…um…” Alessa stuttered, desperately trying to think of something intelligent to say.
I do have to give this sue credit, at least she hasn't said "I am the mother of God!"
“Look, why don’t we talk about this outside? I get the feeling this isn’t something we want all these people knowing about.”
Alessa only nodded mutely.
Then the two walked outside, and immediately stripped off each others clothes and made hot lesbian love next to the dumpster.
Who are you and what have you done with Heather?
“Alessa, I’m not judging you,” Heather objected. “I’m just…”
“What?”
Remember when we made love next to the dumpster?
“Well, don’t you wanna know why we look so much alike? Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
I'm not.
“I’m not that curious, thank you. Besides, I wouldn’t want anyone to see me hanging out with a mere average individual, right?” Alessa retorted acidly.
Wow if I met someone that looked exactly like me, I'd be curious. Then I'd make hamster porn yo!
Heather winced. She could be a very sarcastic person at times, but rarely did she reach that level of iciness.
Sarcastic? Heather was normally distraught and bitchy.
Heather gets pwnt!!
Alessa shrugged, briefly glancing back at Heather. “Figure it out yourself, freckle-face.”
Alessa uses black magic: Lame insult: Freckle-face: damge to Heather: - 300 HP.
I feel so violated.
Story Or Series Title: Mirror Image
Game Number (1,2,3 or 4): Silent Hill 3
Full Name (plus titles if any): - Alessa Summers
Full Species(es): Human, I think, but she appears to be based off of the true Alessa.
Hair Color (include adjectives): - Long black hair
Eye Color (include adjectives): - Didn't say.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: - OMGF She has freckles!!
Special Possessions (if any): - Not that I could see.
Annoying Origin: - She comes from Mnt. Rainier
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: - She's the duplicate of Heather. She looks like Memory of Alessa without the blood.
Annoying Special Abilities: - She can insult people yo! Step back! "Freckle Face!"
Other Annoying Traits: - That unfortunately she makes Heather look way out of character.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Aww Heather meets her doppleganger and wants to stalk her.
She was in a clothing store, checking out some Snoopy t-shirts, when she noticed a girl with long black hair nearby. Heather didn’t pay her any mind at first. The girl was facing away from her, but she didn’t think it was anyone she recognized. Not at first. But then she got a weird feeling. There was something about this girl…something Heather couldn’t quite put her finger on. She seemed familiar somehow. Maybe it was someone from school, but somehow, she didn’t think so.
Yeah, you know Heather seemed way to bitchy to be looking at Snoopy shirts. Also love how Heather can just feel something from this girl.
Heather was definitely intrigued. When the girl left the store a few moments later, Heather decided to follow her, albeit discreetly - she had no desire to get arrested for stalking. The chase led her into an EB Games shop, then GameStop. Heather wasn’t much for video games, but she pretended to browse while keeping an eye on the subject of her piqued curiosity. She managed to sneak a few glances at the girl’s face, and what she saw left her very surprised: this chick looked a heck of a lot like her. Oh, they weren’t exactly the same; she lacked the freckles that still adorned Heather’s cheeks. But other than that, they could have been sisters.
Ooh!! You're my alter ego. A side I've never seen before. My alter ego, a side of me I never show.
Freaky, Heather thought.
No, freaky is the fact that you are yo own mama!
The Happy Burger inside the mall was the next stop on the girl’s, and Heather’s, little adventure. As usual, the place was fairly packed with people who enjoyed the greasy but tasty fast food. No surprise there. The joint ruled in Heather’s opinion. She watched the object of her pursuit purchase chicken tenders, French fries, and a milkshake, then sit down at the farthest table in the back. When she was sure it was safe, Heather went up to the register and ordered the same things. It was her favorite meal, and she wondered if the same went for whoever this girl was.
Aww how cute, they both order the exact same thing,
She took a table some distance away from the brunette. They ate at about the same speed, though Heather continued to steal looks at the fascinating girl. She was certain she had never once seen this chick in school. And the way she looked so much like Heather was unsettling. Even her hair looked like Heather’s before she had gotten it trimmed.
It looks like Heather, acts like Heather, but it's got long black hair. What the hell is Alessa doing here?
Maybe it was just a coincidence. The feeling in Heather’s gut told her otherwise. Something funny was going on here.
Nuh uh! Funny is when I burp the alphabet!
I stare at my reflection, and stab my eyes with my emoness.
Alessa’s eyes widened as she saw her own face staring back at her from beneath a mop of short jet black hair. There were some minor differences, mostly freckles and a lighter eye color. But Alessa had a keen eye for details, and the face observing her with no small trace of curiosity was still very much hers.
“Um, I think you can close your mouth now,” her duplicate said, in a voice exactly like her own.
Wait just a fucking minute. Heather had dyed blonde hair, not black hair.
“Uh…um…” Alessa stuttered, desperately trying to think of something intelligent to say.
I do have to give this sue credit, at least she hasn't said "I am the mother of God!"
“Look, why don’t we talk about this outside? I get the feeling this isn’t something we want all these people knowing about.”
Alessa only nodded mutely.
Then the two walked outside, and immediately stripped off each others clothes and made hot lesbian love next to the dumpster.
Who are you and what have you done with Heather?
“Alessa, I’m not judging you,” Heather objected. “I’m just…”
“What?”
Remember when we made love next to the dumpster?
“Well, don’t you wanna know why we look so much alike? Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
I'm not.
“I’m not that curious, thank you. Besides, I wouldn’t want anyone to see me hanging out with a mere average individual, right?” Alessa retorted acidly.
Wow if I met someone that looked exactly like me, I'd be curious. Then I'd make hamster porn yo!
Heather winced. She could be a very sarcastic person at times, but rarely did she reach that level of iciness.
Sarcastic? Heather was normally distraught and bitchy.
Heather gets pwnt!!
Alessa shrugged, briefly glancing back at Heather. “Figure it out yourself, freckle-face.”
Alessa uses black magic: Lame insult: Freckle-face: damge to Heather: - 300 HP.
I feel so violated.