This shitter is like the girl sitting in the library with earbuds in, reading a book with her laptop open with her back to the rest of the room. Hair in face. Bag on the chair next to her. Leave her the fuck alone! Find some other place to hang out.
Due to supply chain issues in the Otherworld, the shitters are making their own 100 proof Coping Syrup.
The graphics in this are seriously out of this fucking world. Take a look at the mitering on the baseboard molding by the back of the vanity. The lines of moldy black water from the toilet’s rim jets. The light throwing facets on the cracked tile. I can really imagine hating every second of hanging out in this place. And therefore, due to the empathy, I gotta say fuck these demons! The shitter is not your ashtray, assholes. You didn’t want to toss it on the ground, and risk ruining that absolute vintage toilet flange rug that keeps your wittle demon feets off the cold, cold tiles! Just standing around smoking cigs waiting for the next vic to show up. Like volunteer rodeo clowns in a damn corn maze.
“There is a shitter in this video. I intended to go back to that stall to get a good long look at it on film. Unfortunately, I fucking shit myself before I had a chance to. I wasn’t pausing to end the clip. I was pausing because I damn near fell out of my chair.”
Hosted by Bucket Brigadier ILikeSocks: “I am straight up not having a good time. 10/10 I am scared. Toluca Prison. It was built in the mid-1800’s as a prison camp for civil war POWs and converted into a regular prison a few years later. Then it was closed in the early 1900s. There was a outbreak of some kind (according to notes) that caused coughing fits, but also maybe that didn’t happen, because I found a note from a nurse saying how no one showed symptoms and asking why they were doing tests.
Also, I dont think the prison actually exists anymore. Kind of confusing because that’s Silent Hill’s thing. But to enter you go to the Silent Hill Historical Society and end up walking down a looooooooooooooooooooooooong ass staircase into the darkness. So I think this part of the game is entirely delusions. And also jumping down the occasional bottomless pit.
Also, I’ve been in the Otherworld since the hospital and I would like to change dimensions now please, thank you. A well-read prison shitter.. I call this other one “a crippling addiction to health syringes shitter”.. Genuinely was to busy shitting myself to notice any others. Except in the A/B block area where the cells don’t even have shitters, just buckets.”
Supernatural shitter hunting game, Silent Hill 2 (The Remake), casts you as flaxen-haired documentarian “James Sunderland” as you trawl the limbo between life and death, Purgatory and Hell, cinematizing the evolution of shitter culture along the way. The metamorphosis of a town which was a total nowheresville to begin with has been difficult for these shitters to comprehend. They signed up for a life of servitude to humanity, and now they serve demons, which don’t shit at all. Their life’s purpose has been dashed, and in turn, they appear despondent, dampened, and seriously down in the dumps.
Many of these shitters appear in denial, or shock, continuing to act out what role they played pre-Otherworld. Some maintain a semblance of cleanliness in spite of it all. But tragically, as you foray deeper into the morass, these shitters merely become increasingly deranged. Many have lost their lids completely. Some appear to be attempting a DIY of their surroundings, mirroring the patchwork of their own sanity. Others have simply lost their shit. And after fully cracking under the pressure, still others have become artists, and mathematicians, a kind of genius only madness can hone.
This entire photo essay/montage was donated with great care by bucket brigadier ILikeSocks, yes these 9 screenshots amount to a $45 donation to the World Toilet Organization on World Toilet Day, which falls on November 19.
The Stoneware Sibyl confers a relic of Past, Present, and Future!
Shimmy through this sludgy kitchen crevice - the sole access point to a sanctified bunker - where camps a font of stoic wisdom! Consult with Cwenburh your most profound uncertainties of fate. And wrench an heirloom from ‘neath the trapway - ‘Tis the very gift of time!
What’s this junk that was clogging the drain? Bucket Brigadier ILikeSocks says: “A clock hand used for a puzzle.” K, but why did Cwenburh have it?
This shitter is a contender for the 2024 Blue Bowl awards.