Jump to content

jclfjanet

Member
  • Posts

    1
  • Joined

  • Last visited

  1. That dude FREAKED me out when I saw him, all creepy, smiling, evil and maniacal looking. KUDOS to Ross and the entire team who worked on this because it was truly, truly a scary and creepy story! Anyhoo, here are MY opinion on how things went down: >>I think the car was someone who had maybe stumbled onto the caves or the creepy guy and managed to escape, hence his haste and not stopping after hitting Dave. He was also honking pretty hectically, maybe trying to warn Mike and Dave that there was danger? >> I think the canned goods and supplies are obviously, as mentioned by some other people here, a trap to lure unsuspecting victims for the creatures. >> I also think that the creatures are maybe combine? Or from a combine world? Because a stalker (the skeleton thingy) seems to be serving them? Or is at least living among them. Mike also recognizes it ("one of those body mod junkies") so the fact that a stalker is living among it might mean that the creatures might be combine, or might have taken a stalker to do their bidding? >> The creepy guy: I guess maybe the creatures have taken him prisoner? Maybe have him under their control (if they're capable of mind control). That's why he locks Mike in the tunnel instead of helping him out. Clearly something happened to get the guy to work for the creatures. Things that make me curious: >>Why is EVERYONE gone? Mike and Dave note that the city is dead, even "the dunk guy who lives in my stairwell is missing." So I wonder why there's a vast disappearance of people? >> Does the Bulgarian stuff have any deeper meaning? A lot of people say that Dave might have been speaking Bulgarian, but has this been confirmed? Maybe it's from the same family of languages. >> What capabilities do the creatures have? Are they combine? >> Why is that guy under mind control by the creatures? If not, why is he helping them out by feeding them Mike and Dave? Is the guy the one who snatched Dave?
×
×
  • Create New...

This website uses cookies, as do most websites since the 90s. By using this site, you consent to cookies. We have to say this or we get in trouble. Learn more.