Mo' Pandas, Mo' Problems





The Sound of Silence is a horror games that dynamically adapts to a person’s greatest fear. It will deliver a different experience to each player. The game is said to be released in early 2014.

You can view the full concept idea of it here: X

I wish to play this game. Like right now. No one knows my deepest fears, not even me. This shall be good




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Filming of the Pilot (&)

#i feel    #so weird    #they were strangers here guys    #they had no idea who the other was they were two random guys    #filming the first episode of some show    #god   

complete strangers and then 3 episodes in we get this

Complete strangers who had no idea what kind of epic friendship they’d embark on together, and no idea of the impact they’d have on each other’s lives.

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Sherlock: John, who’s at the door?

John: It’s uh- It’s my sister.

I fully support this.

That would be awesome

omfg YES.

No one will understand my need for this.

As John fidgeted on whether letting his sister into the flat or not, Sherlock took the decision for him, crossing the room in long steps and swinging the door open. His brain seemed to be unusually interested in this sister whom John almost never mentioned and even now, wanted to avoid. With over exagerated actions and red cheeks, the woman stepped into the little living room without much elegance and stormed right in front of John. 

"Now, what do you say to a sister whom you haven’t seen in years, Hamish?" She said with a loud, reproaching tone. To Sherlock’s surprise, John made no comment when she used his middle name, the one the doctor happened to hate.

"Hello, Harry." Only two, dry words. Under the soft lights, she appeared to have a strong yet reckless personality. A second-hand blue three-piece outfit made from cheap materials, accesorized by a black imitation leather handbag, bought at some outlet and overworn throught the years, showed the struggle in finances. Must have been the reason for her to resort to drinking, leaving a drunk Harry who was prone to start fights with her ex-wife and probably John. There was nothing surprising, out of the normal or even remotely amusing about her person. Now that all observations had been made, Sherlock noted how uncomfortable John seemed in her presence. As he kept looking at the floor, avoiding eye-contact, Sherlock saw a chance to interrupt a pointless conversation.

"Why show up now? After all the struggle John has been through trying to keep away from you, why now?" 

"Excuse me…"
"Am I wrong? Isn’t this what you have been doing all this time?"
"Considering the late of the hour and your heavily alcoholized breath, you are not thinking clearly and this is obviously a compulsive act. What could have possibly happened…"

An enraged John, whose clenched fists shaked violently at his sides, stared without blinking at Harry. Even Sherlock had jumped slightly, shocked by the volume of this angry little man. He had never seen him this mad, not even when he returned from the dead and happened to interrupt the marriage proposal. A light sob was heard, as he turned his head back and saw a shaken Harry. She cluched her handbag with fear, completely lossing the stern persona portrayed before.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here." His gaze never breaking contact, John almost commanded an answer from his sibling.

Harriet flinched at the sound of his low but imposing tone, the alcohol lowered all the walls she’d learnt to put up in order to survive the crude society. With a trembling hand, she opened her handbag and took out a yellow folder.

"Mu-Mum…she’s alive." She cried, the folder falling to the floor, spilling the papers inside. In that exact moment, Sherlock’s phone buzzed, drawing all the attention. The message was one expected, after the riot caused in London, but not in this manner, not in this ocassion.

'I will give her back, if Sherly agrees to play. JM'

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a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.

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