@nobabou: silent hill puzzle logic #silenthill2 #silenthill #gamingmemes #funnygaming #gaminghumor

Elliot_Morningstar :

Genuinely how it felt to play old point and click puzzle games 😭

tmon2322 :

Or it’s just

chadsdumbtok :

How could sit there and eat PIZZA?

sike :

bruh I hate that game

ChairbearAAron :

No one is going too see this because it’s at the bottom but I YouTube all the puzzles and don’t do them

slychosis :

Actual puzzle from the game

AdmiralShthead :

For Eddie they weren’t puzzles, they were pretzels.

enjoyer :

dude the puzzle where you have to melt the candle wax into the hatch handle frame and then use a horseshoe as a handle LIKE BRO come on 😭😭😭

tp_bunghole :

I don't know why this made me laugh.

Pillowfight Champion :

An Odd Tail :

please save my dog... from Eddie

Honeymoon :

Peter being Eddie 😭

Arrow Theories :

That darn drain...

Mir :

hahahahahaha

Zelda234 :

“I left this key behind this elaborate puzzle box, I sure hope the giant zombie I locked up won’t also be released after you find the switch”

drinkth3koolaide :

always set the puzzles to easy 😂

scryguyy :

Quinn :

Like what do you mean I need to use hair and a hook to get a key

Auri Jordani :

😂😂😂

Bradley Smith :

😂😂😂

DOORTROY Nope89 :

😂😂😂

Asha 🥦 :

@Aryondasticks

Yuri :

In here is a tragedy–- art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. The first words at thy left hand: a false lunacy, a madly dancing man. Hearing unhearable words, drawn to a beloved's grave–-and there, mayhap, true madness at last. As did this one, playing at death, find true death at the last. Killing a nameless lover, she pierced a heart rent by sorrow. Doth lie invite truth? Doth verity but wear the mask of falsehood? Ah, thou pitiful, thou miserable ones! Still amidst lies, though the end cometh not, wherefore yearn for death? Wilt thou attend to thy beloved? Truth and lies, life and death: a game of turning white to black and black to white. Is not a silence brimming with love more precious than flattery? A peaceful slumber preferred to a throne besmirched with blood. One vengeful man spilled blood for two; Two youths shed tears for three; Three witches disappeared thusly; And only the four keys remain. Ah, but verily... In here is a tragedy–- art thou player or audience? There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.