#jp sater

[noxious-nimbus]

We're the ones who decide if we can live with what we've done.

J.P. Sater, Silent Hill: Downpour

[imaginesilenthill]

Silent Hill Downpour and Caffeine

Murphy: 

Almost exclusively drinks coffee, with the occasional energy drink. 

Gets really jittery.

His crash is utterly debilitating. 

Cunningham

Somehow gets a caffeine buzz off of tea, but has also taken caffeine pills to stay awake. 

Gets hyperfocused and bounces her leg around. 

Her caffeine crashes manifest as headaches. 

Sewell

Black coffee all the time. 

Gets energetic but agitated. His mood gets worse, but he’s doing things faster. 

Barely even feels his crashes. 

Sater

Drinks coffee to cure his hangovers. 

Caffeine was one way that he was able to work with the kids. 

His crashes usually end with a twenty-minute nap.

Ricks

Energy drinks and coffee. 

In his DJ gig, caffeine was almost mandatory to stay up all night. Radio never sleeps. 

If he crashes, he puts on a really long song and tries to nap through it. 

Coleridge

Tries to avoid caffeine. 

When he needs it, he goes for some of his daughter’s tea. 

Consequently, when he crashes, he crashes. He’s just not used to them. 

[soundless-mountain]

"First time visitor, huh?"

[-silenthill]

[amandabe11man]

"Be seeing you around, Murphy."

[greygaymer]

WHOA EMO SILENT HILL POEM YO!

So I always wondered during Silent Hill Downpour, that since Murphy is stuck in loop, isn't everyone? 

Like Bobby Ricks, and JP Sater? 

So I wrote an emo poem in Sater's perspective, and TW: Alcohol abuse, Pill abuse, Suicide 

Because Sater is NOT a happy camper.

Minimal Spoilers of course.  

The Devil’s Abyss Stared Back

I jumped

The hole was there

My mind was numb

And I jumped

And I

F

   E

        L

             L

.

.

.

D A R K N E S S

.

.

.

And I woke up

Again.

I heard them

In the Darkness

I heard them

Their screams

That crunch

As the car ran off the tracks

And as my head reeled

In my drunken stupor

I remember

I remember the contorted faces

First of them

And then

Of their parents

And then of the town

I remember

.

I remember

But they’re gone now

Either moved

Or dead

Or turned blind

In the path of the cult

But I remain

Here

I walk out of my musty room

Knocking over bottles

Of Alcohol

Of pills

Of vices

And I stare down into that pit

And I wonder

I’ve jumped

So many times

And today I will again

What’s down there?

D

O

W

N

At the bottom?

Is it riddled with bodies?

My bodies?

Is each one like a hollow reminder of my mistakes?

In my sorrow I motion to jump

But catch myself

It’s too early today

So I turn to a bottle

And I flop onto my bed

And I let a river flow from my head

And I remember

But this time

My memory is brighter

Clearer

It’s of a man

A tall man

A scarred man

A man like me

Lost in his loop with this town

But he’s new

And he has hope

Perhaps he won’t mind if I borrow a little

Because I haven’t seen him again

Which means he’s gotten out

Which means I

Can get out

Too

I rise

And I choose to live

And try

I’ve been here for months

Hell

Maybe even years

But today

I’m going to live here

Not just be here

But live here

I’ll wave to that old mailman

And I’ll turn on the radio

And listen to old Bobby Ricks

Because they’re just like me

And if He can make it out

Than we can make it out too

And maybe we just needed someone

To remind us

That there is a way out

As long as we’re not afraid

I grabbed a bottle

And I stood

And I walked

To the pit

And I stared

And it stared back

It wanted me

To feel me fall into its darkness

Once again

But today

I gave it my vice

I tilted the bottle

And I watched my shame

And my guilt

And my vice, weight, and toxin

F

   A

        L

             L

Down

I looked at the sky

And for once

It wasn’t raining

[vault11overseer]

What happened, that was an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt nobody. I didn’t murder nobody. Murder’s a mortal sin. You go to hell for murder. Ain’t that right, Murphy? Surely your mama taught you ‘bout what’s right and wrong?

John "JP" Sater

[therewasaholehereitsgonenow]