I am not a very brave guy. As i grew up i scared quite easily. The process starts when i see horror movies, i always saw these normal people powerless to defend themselves die in a scary manner, with a sad ending(which i hate because those depress me). After i see this sort of movie, i am usually ok, may be a little spooked but ok. The problem starts when i am left with my thoughts. When i start thinking about the movie afterwords i have thoughts that pop into my head about aspects of the movie, the movie does not leave me alone, and that is when i get scared of the monsters(or killers) of the movie, and i spiral down with fear. Eventually i forget and move on. But for this reason i have not touched a horror game (except for silent hill 2 demo which freaked me out).
One day a friend told me about resident evil 4 and how amazing it was. I decided to be a man and try it during december break. I started the game and i could not put it down. I was freaked out at points(chainsaw guy) but i still enjoyed it, no thoughts came to mind after either. And it was then i realized why. I was in control of leon,i fought the zombies and I decided how to react to the situation. When i saw a door and had the "OMG don't go in there moment, i didnt(or did with shot gun ready). Now i love good horror games, i love the idea of having something scary jump at me(my character that is)and for me to freak out and "pull the trigger" from reflex but sadly i still cant handle horror movies.
I was excited for cursed mountain, i was feeling excited to climb it, lets hope this entry gets me a chance.

I am not a very brave guy. As i grew up i scared quite easily. The process starts when i see horror movies, i always saw these normal people powerless to defend themselves die in a scary manner, with a sad ending(which i hate because those depress me). After i see this sort of movie, i am usually ok, may be a little spooked but ok. The problem starts when i am left with my thoughts. When i start thinking about the movie afterwords i have thoughts that pop into my head about aspects of the movie, the movie does not leave me alone, and that is when i get scared of the monsters(or killers) of the movie, and i spiral down with fear. Eventually i forget and move on. But for this reason i have not touched a horror game (except for silent hill 2 demo which freaked me out).
One day a friend told me about resident evil 4 and how amazing it was. I decided to be a man and try it during december break. I started the game and i could not put it down. I was freaked out at points(chainsaw guy) but i still enjoyed it, no thoughts came to mind after either. And it was then i realized why. I was in control of leon,i fought the zombies and I decided how to react to the situation. When i saw a door and had the "OMG don't go in there moment, i didnt(or did with shot gun ready). Now i love good horror games, i love the idea of having something scary jump at me(my character that is)and for me to freak out and "pull the trigger" from reflex but sadly i still cant handle horror movies.
I was excited for cursed mountain, i was feeling excited to climb it, lets hope this entry gets me a chance.

Im sorry, something weird happened and my post got posted 3 times, could some one get rid of 2 of those. PLease and thank you

The first horror themed game that I ever played was Nightmare Creatures on the N64. I got part way through the first level and was attacked by a werewolf or something when I opened a closet. After that I never touched the game again.

As for survival-horror, that'd be Silent Hill 2. I got it off Goozex a short while ago and was pretty excited. I waited until about 10pm and the house was quiet and it was dark outside before popping it into my PS2. The familiar PS2 and Sony logos flashed by, I elected to start a new game and then quickly realised...I had received a broken disc through Goozex. Robbed of my enjoyment, I filed a complaint and got my points back.

Does RE4 count as survival-horror? If it does then I guess that's my first foray into the genre and loved it. Can't wait for Silent Hill: Shattered Memories so that I can get into the series from the start without hunting down a PS1 copy.

When I was a young tyke of about nine or ten, my sister (who was newly born) had a babysitter with two teenage sons. These sons had a PS2, and I would try to play games whenever I was afforded the opportunity to go over there.

After playing GTAIII, I tried out Resident Evil: CVX. I didn't get... well, anywhere (I mean, I had barely reached my double digits, if at all), but I really, really enjoyed what I had played. I also played Resident Evil 3 a little bit. My only real memory was lighting rope on fire with a lighter and lighter fluid in order to open a door. Those goddamned obscure puzzles. That was merely an inkling of the genre, and what truly got me into it was a game most people don't consider survival horror.

Flash forward a couple of years, and I am twelve (or so). I get the new Nintendo Power and its cover is a little game I like to call Resident Evil 4. I read the entire article several times.

"This sounds like the best thing ever!" I thought. Fortunately, I had a Gamecube at that time, one which basically saw Metroid Prime, Super Smash Bros., and Super Mario Sunshine and nothing else up until this point.

I needed it have it. I kept that issue of NP for a long time (and I believe it's still floating around in my room somewhere). Flash forward another year or two and I am in Best Buy with my mom. I am fourteen. I see Resident Evil 4 sitting on the shelves. I had somewhat forgotten about the game after the initial blow of simply being too young, but I thought at 14 I was surely mature enough to handle what it had to offer.

She was convinced. I was ecstatic, and brought it home. It was not until into the second disc though, that I was introduced to actual survival horror.

Why?

Those fucking Iron Maidens.

You see, I never found the infra-red scope for the sniper rifle, and so I fought off the first Iron Maiden with just sheer mass of bullets. I am an ammo hoarder, and put as few as 600 and as many as 1000 bullets into that thing.

For the rest of the game, I was starved for ammunition. I had to run from everything, and it freaked me the fuck out. When the Iron Maidens were coming after you and you had to sloooooowwwwwllllyyyy push a dumpster out of the way or whatever, it was torturous. I didn't know how to kill them, and certainly didn't have another 1000 bullets to spend. The rest of the game terrified me to no end.

Now, I was scared by the game overall, but it was once my ammo was gone and I actually had to run that I got a real taste of what survival horror was.

And I was fucking hooked.

I always liked the choice you were asked to make right at the very beginning of Resident Evil: are you a Jill or a Chris? I always chose Jill, though I never told my friends that. I also never told them about my innate fear of vomiting zombies....

It was quite a long time ago that I got hooked on survival horror games. My brother and I scrimped and saved every penny we had to buy a Panasonic 3DO Multiplayer. It was a dark and stormy night (seriously!) when I hunkered down with a brand-new copy of Alone in the Dark. I had read grand reviews of the PC version in several now-archaic publications, and I had always enjoyed scary movies, so I figured "why not?"

I remember laying on my bed and playing that first night for a good 3 hours or so. It took about an hour just to wrap my mind around the tank-like controls. It was such a tense, emotional experience that I had to force myself to put it down for the night or else I'd never sleep.

As I boarded the school bus the next morning, I took off my backpack and searing pain shot through my back and neck. I had severely messed them up by playing propped-up on my elbows and being tense for so long! I thought to myself that any game that was so awesome that it made you physically hurt the next morning was worth finishing, and so I did. And the same for just about every survival horror game to come after it. I stayed off the bed for those, though!

The first true horror game i played was Resident Evil. I had played other "horror" games but none of them were scary. Such as the Friday the 13th which was more annoying than scary. What got me really hooked on horror games would have to be the first Resident Evil when the dogs jumped through the window.

I was never big into horror games when I was young. I didn't have much money of my own for games, and I have siblings, and the games were set up in the front room, so the grand majority of what I got to play was FPS or fighting games with multi-player support, and almost nothing rated over T. This all changed when I turned 18. I finally had a source of income and a place to play games where I didn't have to share or worry about young eyes spying. I immeadiately went out and bought a gamecube and a pile of used games and proceeded to play them one by one. About halfway down the pile was Eternal Darkness, a game I had heard good things about and basically bought on a whim. At first I was rather underwhelmed by it, zombies didn't faze me in the slightest. Then the notification popped up: This is your sanity meter. I figured that it would make controlling the character more difficult, or lower my accuracy or some such. I then watched as the world around my character melted, bled, burned, screamed, and changed in ways entirely unpredictable, as busts on dressers turned their heads to follow my progress, as outdoor portraits turned into fiery hellscapes, as bodies appeared where there had been none and disappeared as quickly. And that was beginner stuff, the game had just started to mess with my head. I have never played a game so effective at making me question myself and my environment, so able to make me worry for the life of my character. I have continued adding to my collection of survival horror games, picking up copies of RE4, Dead Space, and even the original RE for the N64. I love a game that can surprise and terrify me.

I think I have only played 2 survival horror games. Resident Evil 4 on the Gamecube and Dementium: The Ward on DS. RE4 was my first, so what got me hooked was the gameplay. The controls were great despite what people say about stopping to shoot, that definitely works for this game. Just knowing that the enemies could have a fast pace and flank you made the game more tense, and a better experience. The area that had the enemies with the thermal leech things inside them was quite scary, I hated getting killed by them.

I'm definitely still interested in the genre, even though I have only played a few games. The main reason I haven't played them a lot is because %70 is a lot for a game, and besides the Resident Evil seriesm, these kinds of game tend to be hard to locate. But Cursed Mountain looks interesting and maybe I'll get the chance to play another game in this great genre..

My sister is about 6 years older than I am. She used to date this guy who was kind of skeezy, someone the parents didn't really approve of but put up with. He had lost his job and my parents agreed to let him live in our less than finished basement in exchange for helping fix up the place. I have always had a really great relationship with my sister, she used to take care of me when my parents were working and, as was the case often, would end up going around with her on her many more grown-up adventures. All of her friends and boyfriends came to like me, I was mature for my age but still naive in the way younger brothers should be. When the first Resident Evil was released this guy was living in the basement. I remember my sister coming upstairs the night they bought it. She had invited me down there to watch him play it, after my parents were asleep and well after my bedtime. This was also the first time I had ever seen Goldshclager, that repulsive cinnamon shnapps that has flecks of edible gold leaf in it. They were drinking this syrup straight from the bottle and burning a blueberry candle in hopes of hiding pot and cigarette smoke.

The basement was very much unfinished and was mostly used for storage. There was exposed wood beams for a ceiling, concrete walls and floors and plenty of boxes for things to hide behind. They did, however have a pretty nice corner setup with a few old couches, a throw rug, the obligatory coffee table with skull ashtray and incense burner that was the defacto standard for the mid 90s and a 27" television and stereo system. I remember watching the introduction to Resident Evil and knowing that it was going to be scary. The entirety of the situation was adding levels of anxiety, like an onion waiting to get me grounded. The voice acting was terrible and that made everything even more frightening, it was like the movies I would watch on Sunday's "Spine Tingling Theater" which played 2 b-horror movies back to back from some backwoods station in Connecticut (which is undoubtedly now a CW or something).

The stage was set for the most frightening moments of my life. As the youngest in a family of video game fans (including my parents) I have grown accustomed to and actually enjoy watching other people play through games. I would watch my mother and sister plough through levels of tetris on the NES, my brother get frustrated with Contra and the Legend of Zelda and now this - the ultimate game of horror and gore, a game about a Zombie infection gone horribly wrong, a game that was in my nightmares by just seeing the box art.

So the game goes in and I sat in a chair with holes in the fabric, gripping the foam that was protruding from the cover. The three of us worked together to solve the puzzles that were presented to us. As we drove deeper into the game, the basement started to take on a character all it's own. The growns of the hot water heater, the thumping of the heating system and furnace, creaking and settling of boxes. I was constant feeling drafts of cool air moving across my neck, making my hair stand on end, sinking deeper and deeper into the exposed foam chair. The wafting smell of blueberry and pot still give me the chills; when I smell it I'm back in that basement, getting scared of a corpse coming to life and grabbing the characters leg as they rummage through a room. The first time one of those zombie dogs bursted through the windows I think my sister and I jumped a mile. I screamed a little and turned around, maybe this would be the time that there was something behind me.

I would sneak downstairs every night after my parents went to bed, into a dingy basement until we finished the game. I had never been so satisfied and truly exhausted by the ending of a video game as I was with Resident Evil. I have been a fan of the genre ever since, but somehow they never get me like the scares of the original. The mood isn't right, I'm never in a place that feels like a zombie outbreak could occur. I'm older and more jaded towards frights. I have seen things that were real and more frightening, things that regular life throws at you, experiences you don't have to pay for. Like an addict searching for that first high, the one that was so great you swore you do it everyday for the rest of your life I keep playing horror games, but it never adds up to that first playing of Resident Evil.

My sister and that guy broke up, he moved out, I kept the Playstation but he took the TV. We used to play all sorts of games on that system, and eventually Resident Evil 2 came out my sister wanted to play through it. She started but we were upstairs now, in civilization, and eventually just stopped playing. Too many bad memories, not enough blueberry scented candle.

I don't even remember how old I was, but it was back when Silent Hill had first come out. A couple of my friends stayed over with me at my house and we played it for a while. When we got to the part where that girl started to bleed out of her pores on her face, we all freaked out and turned the game off and had a hard time sleeping that night.

A couple of years later, I manned up and played it again, finishing it. Then played other Silent Hill games and Resident evil and it just went on from there.

My first Survival horror game was Resident Evil. At the time, I was rather young, so I counted it as to scary and to hard to finish. I would have nightmares every time I tried to play it, so I gave up. When I grew older, I wasn't afraid anymore and finally finished it.

A couple years later, I got into Silent Hill, ever since then, I have been afraid of static on radios and the dark when there is no sound at all. Basically, I am a masochist in a way since I play them all the time knowing I will crap my pants each time.

The first survival/horror game I ever played was Fatal Frame; while I didn't play it I watched someone play it for the PS2 when I first moved into my current home. The game scared the living crap out of my 6th grade pull-ups, wait I don't remember wearing those. It was at some little club house where you'd pay to go inside and play games, air hockey, pool, whatever you wanted too until they closed. It was so amazing. I only remembered it as the game with scary ghosts. I only remembered the title until recently and bought it immediately.

Then I got into Resident Evil 0 for the Cube and since then I've been hooked on the series and story, (until RE4 :( crushed it for me) anyway I've looked into every survival horror game since my discovery of the pure awesomeness that is Resident Evil and fake cake...wrong genre.

My very first horror game was Resident Evil 4, which is actually not even considered to be a horror game by most people. I got so hooked on the game, that I went back and picked up 0 and the REmake on the GameCube, which ended up obviously being vastly different from the fourth entry in the series, but they were actually horror, with a scoop of survival thrown on top. So thanks to a game that barely made me flinch at all, I was dropped into what ended up becoming one of my favorite genres in all of gaming.

I was actually watching my friend in Jersey playing Cursed Mountain via webcam yesterday, and I'm psyched to play it now. I find it funny (and awesome) that the Wii, the console marketed towards families, has become the console to own this generation if you want to play horror games.

There was a solid black DVD case sitting by the playstation that hadn't been there before, so I asked my brother what it was and he said that it was a game he borrowed from a friend called Silent Hill. Before this game the kind of stuff we had sitting around were Gex, Spyro, and A Bug's Life. But my brother told me that it was a "horror game."

My childhood was filled with horror media. My mom was a sucker for the SciFi horror movies where there was a ton blood, and giant monsters, and all sorts of disturbing gross-out stupidity. That was horror. It was giant crocodiles fighting inept space marines. A horror themed game would then imply that the game had scary looking monsters and lots of violence, maybe like Mortal Kombat or Doom.

When I put the mysterious game into the cold grey disc drive it was nothing like I expected horror to be. After this haunting opening song I was dumped into the middle of a foggy town, alone, without much of an idea of what to do other than "find my daughter." So I looked for her. Then I came to the blood splattered walk way. But there were no monsters. Then I came to the back alley. But there were no monsters. Yet the further I moved the more sure I was that the monsters were going to appear. But there were no monsters. And if there were monsters what was I going to do about it?

In Doom you fight the swarms of demon aliens with lots and lots of weapons and ammo. In Mario you fight goombas by jumping on their heads. Almost...actually every game I played up until this point I had a clear and obvious way to fight off baddies. But now, here I was without a clear way to fight off anything, no instructions on how to do it, and for some reason, like all those stupid people in those stupid horror movies I kept walking down that ally, knowing whatever was down there was going to rip me to shreds.

"That's strange. It's getting darker."

Hugo's House of Horrors. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo%27s_House_of_Horrors

I was about 9 years old and I received it as a birthday gift from my uncle. I didn't have a computer at the time and was only able to play it at his house. The computer was located in his office, which for some reason (either attributed to some architect's dubious floor plan or some Feng shui miscalculation) was in a damp, unfinished room past the boiler room in the basement. After booting the game up and reading the instructions and intro sequence, I began to play. After about 5 minutes, in the third room or so of the mansion, was I confronted by a Frankenstein-ish monster. After taking a couple of steps in it started to walk towards me. I freaked out and walked back into the previous room. After several similar freak outs, I flat out refused to learn what he was going to do to me, and I stopped playing altogether, then or ever. I was addicted ever since.

Well, I remember my first Survival Horror game being Resident Evil. I was about 7-8 when my dad walked in with a big box and said: "Alex, come and see what I bought you". Inside the box was a Playstation and 2 games: Fantastic Four and Resident Evil 2.
I didn't pay much attention to Resident Evil as I was fascinated by the other game, but one week or so later, me and my family go at our holiday home, near a lake. It's exactly the kind you see in movies: there's a big lake and almost no neighbours around. Being so happy about my new toy, I decided to bring it with me. First thing I did when I got there was to hook the console to the TV.
I went fishing with my dad, and when I came home it was already dark, so what better thing to do than play my beloved console? I just pressed the button to start it when I thought "I should try that other game too, the case looks pretty cool", oh how I regretted that decision later. I pop in the disc and begin to play the game, I can say I didn't like it very much but then it happened: "OMG, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT" and I procedeed to turn off the TV and I ran downstairs, my parents had to go up and turn off the console.
That night, I slept only 1 or 2 hours, every time I closed my eyes I saw that damned zombie. Had nightmares for two straight weeks, and sweared I wouldn't touch that game again. But when I turned 11, I grew the balls to pop it back in and I actually enjoyed it. Now I can play Dead Space, Bioshock alone at night with my headphones on and not get scared, but back then, that zombie scarred me mentally.

re1,


i wandered 6 months till i got out of the mansion,
then i killed that plant like i was charles manson.
when i came back in using the back door
a hunter appeared and put my head on the floor.
a lunging swipe, its claws were fine,
i wasn't ready and only had a nine.
that milli when pop pop pop,
didn't matter my head still dropped.
heart racing like i just did a drug,
adrenaline filled and i need a hug.
the game over screen is wondering to continue,
it sat there for 3 weeks waiting it on my due.
i'm actually scared to play this game,
need to beat it just to claim,
i survived this wicked nightmare.




hope y'all like. tried to boil down exactly how it left me.

OMG! I Have to Relive this Again!!! >XD Lol! The first thing that got me so called "Hooked" to the survival Horror Series Wasn't really a real game but a Demo Disc! I was little and saved whole 7 dollars(in pennys!!!) and bought a Playstation Magazine with Playstation 1 Demo disc (remember when they used to do that? :D) when i was like 7! I rushed home later that day and Popped it in with my big brother! at first there was Tomba then OH! Braver Fencer Musashi! i had fun with those! So DAM! It let my Guard down for what came next! Then! There it was, a Demo of Silent Hill!!!! XD I skiped the instructions and went in. Now at that time it was already late! Darkness already set in! In the Demo, I had to choose from Part 1 or 2 so I choose 2 without thinking! Thats when it started! That Whole *BRRRM sound Freaked me out alittle but i was okay. So it started! Harry was at the School at Night! I ran around getting used to it but ended up running to the East Hallway by accident. I HAD NOOO Idea this was a Survial Horror game at that time so i waltzed to it! :D Then, Oh my God! THAT THING! Oh my god! That Thing!!!Hahahhah! My brother left the volume High and the Radio was Yelling a High pitch noise. I got Scared! Badly! But worse was when I Barely relized "that Thing" to the right of me near the stairs! Holding its Glass Shard and Stabbing me Death! I SCREAMED!! I Rushed and pushed all the buttons! He Kept Grabing me and i started to Cry! He kept grabing and I kept pushing in death for Harry to Do SOMETHING! "Shoot that Thing!Shoot that Thing" my brother kept yelling! I kept crying scared and pushing buttons like crazy! I was to frighten to even move Harry away. Harry did keep dancing tho it a Werid Robot way tho with me doing what i was :D Lol! Either way, I (Thank you God!!!TuT) pushed the Start button in my fright and I instantly threw the Playstation Controller to the ground and ran for it! My brother laughing at my courage as I left the room. It Was Terrible! and it was just a Demo! >:'[ I, a child that just bought a demo disc with innocence, was Scared to death by a mere demo but with death my interest was Caught with it. I never met a game that held such a Depth! Mythology, and In the end, a sad Story of a girl given to death while only in return wanting to be with those that loved her to be away from those that selfishly took her to death while wanting hers to come true. An Innocent Child like me at that time Scared to face such Horror. I Eventually got that game a year later after weeks later having the courage to play the entire Demo! I even had to show my Brother and make him sit with me so I could show I wasn't afraid anymore, so yeah i was that scared! With that Games like Silent Hill, Fatal Frame 4, Resident Evil's and even the Grude for the Wii and all the previous version for Playstaion 2 and lower, I will continue looking for the Answers That Darkness Hides and show Courage in that darkness like I did when I was little! I can't Wait for Silent Hill: Shattered Memories!!! With a Memory that had with the Demo of Silent Hill 1 for the Playstation, I can't wait to Relive that Beautiful Story once more. XD Thanks Destructoid for letting me Vent! :D

The year was 1999, the year that I attained my first Playstation. After years of playing nothing but cartoony platformers and racing games, my nine-year-old mind decided it was time that I try my hands at a more "mature" game. I made dozens of requests at my parents to try and find such a game for me. As I bided my time, I eagerly awaited in anticipation for a game to land in my lap, so I could be seen as something other than a child.

My father always got a kick out of my attempt at being mature. He had a thought about wondering what would happen if he answered my pleas. After waiting a few more weeks, he comes home with a game in his hand.

Resident Evil. The Director's Cut edition no less.

He gives me the game, already unwrapped no less. I could tell he wanted to see how I would react to this game. Without a second thought, I place the game inside and proceed to start it up. After one really corny opening scene and further examination of the mansion, I come across that scene. You know, that scene where it shows the zombie eating a dude, and he slowly turns his head, with the rotting flesh and all?

That scene is forever burned into my head.

My father asks if I had enough. I reply with a no and press on forward. I'm already tense at this point, I couldn't stop thinking about that damn face. I then come across that other room. Silence fills the hallway, everything seems in place, and my father is just sitting a few inches behind me. It was like he already knows what's going to happen. Not even ten steps into the room, and the window crashes. I drop my controller and couldn't even react as the dog started eating away at my face.

My father laughs his ass off. I know he meant it with a good heart and all, but at the time, I knew he was doing it to dick around with me. I never touched that game again for almost a year. During my hiatus from it, my older brother would play it all the time. He would play it unphased, every spook scene that occured didn't even make him lost focus. Well, he did during that part when the Tyrant breaks out of his tube and starts walking toward you. Besides that, nothing even phased him.

At that time, I started getting hooked on the horror genre because I looked forward to trying to be better than my older brother. As I played through the game, I became more interested in figuring out the puzzles than trying to be the more superior brother. I eventually grew hooked on shooting zombies and taking out bosses. Even the plot, which isn't really that good, was something that I took good fun in.

So I became interested in the horror genre since then. But thanks to that experience, I'll always be seeing that slowly-turning face in every horror game I play.

The original Silent Hill was my first experience with a survival horror game, and it set the bar so high that no game has matched it for me since.

I don't get scared by books, TV, or movie horror. So I went into this expecting to be as unimpressed. But the monsters, the darkness, the fog, the mind-bending confusion of just not knowing where to go and what these scribbles on my map mean all started to get to me.

And then there was the school, that freaking school. Midwich Elementary. It wasn't enough that the school was dark, and tight, and spooky. It wasn't enough that there were frigging transparent baby ghost-things walking through my ankles in the classrooms. No, it had to put me in a locker room, and it had to have noise coming from the inside of one of the lockers.

Now I know I don't want to see what's in that locker. It's horrid and scary, right? It must be. But I also know how to play a videogame, so I have to take what's handed to me. So I muster up all my resolve and open the locker... and a freaking cat runs out. Woo. But then the school has to go and turn all rusty and bloody and filled with even more horrible things, and I come back to the locker room. And the locker is banging. Again.

Well, it wasn't so bad before, right? It was just a cat. So with somewhat less apprehension, I open the locker... and yelp when it's nothing but blood, gore, and a horrific wail that sounds like that some cat was just put through a grinder.

That was a decade ago, but recounting the story STILL gives me chills.

Resident Evil 4 (I know, late start), was my first time playing a survival horror game. I played it with the lights off, thinking I was man enough to take it. I arrived at the boss battle with Del Lago, and watching him come out of the water struck me with awe. I was terrified, but also amazed by this wonderfully made scene. There were other facets of the game - such as shooting a zombie's head off with a shotgun, only to see tentacles sprout from the opening - that let me know that I had made a great purchase, and that I had a new genre to love.