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But it's your || || decision, I am not forcing you. || ==---------------------------------------------------------------== ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================= U P D A T E S ========================================================================= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Most Recent Updates: [09/03/04] - 41 KB Created the FAQ and took the memos from my SH3 FAQ, along with recording another memo. There are still at least six more which will be here shortly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================= F R E Q U E N T L Y A S K E D Q U E S T I O N S ========================================================================= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Q: What are memos? A: They are usually small notes to remember things and for other people to read. Usually used to remind people about certain things. Q: Are these all the memos in the whole game? A: There are still at least six for me to record, but besides those, yes. Q: How many memos are in this FAQ? A: 58. Have any questions? E-mail me and I will answer it in the e-mail and maybe here aswell. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================= M E M O S ========================================================================= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here are the memos in Silent Hill 3. Almost all of them are here and the rest will be here shortly. ----------------- Table of Contents ----------------- Bookstore Memo (Normal) Bookstore Memo (Hard) Ticket machine newspaper Occult magazine About the monster in the water Photo on chair Picture in the gallery "Thus one's life turns to riches" Fairy tale, Beginning Fairy tale, continued Fairy tale, Last Part Silent Hill Tourist Information About Leonard and Stanley 2F east hall memo (Normal) 2F east hall memo (Hard) Corpse tattoo Memo about the corpse Photo - Backside of shelf "Hope House" article Stanley's diary (Visiting room) Stanley's diary (Room C4) Stanley's diary (East hall) Stanley's diary (Staircase) Stanley's diary (Room M4) Stanley's diary (Room S7) The Song of the Sparrow The Song of the Owl The Song of the Thrush The Song of Cock Robin The Song of the Lark The Song of the Dove The Song of the Linnet The Song of the Rook The Song of the Wren The Song of the Kite Crematory door Day room notebook Book: Lost Memories Silhouette photo Dad's memo Carousel memo Alessa memo Church door Myth - "1. " Myth - "2. " Myth - "3. " Myth - "4. Creation" Myth - "5. Promise" Myth - "6. Faith" St. Alessa portrait St. Nicholas portrait St. Jennifer portrait About syncretic religions About Tarot Dad's diary About the cult's symbol Claudia's diary Birthday card "Aglaophotis" Sketchbook (Normal) Sketchbook (Hard) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bookstore Memo (Normal Riddle Level) Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Put these books out of order. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bookstore Memo (Hard Riddle Level) 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ticket machine newspaper Fatal Accident At Hazel Street At about 11 PM on the 4th, a man waiting on the platform at the Hazel Street station fell onto the tracks and was decapitated by the arriving St. Renata College-bound train. The victim died instantly. While police have not yet determined whether the death was an accident or suicide, witnesses report that the victim did not look inebriated and seemed to jump off the platform deliberately. The victim's indentity is still unknown. He wa approximately 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, and was wearing a black jacket. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occult magazine The souls of those who died suddenly by suicide or accident don't realize they're dead. Sometimes they stay put and haunt that particular place. These spirits have lost their human senses and memories and can only keep replaying the pain and sadness of the moment they died. The pain can get so bad that they turn to humans for salvation -- or they begrudge humans their lives. At such times they can possess humans. Places known as "famous suicide spots" or "high-accident areas" are often to blame. You should be careful when approaching such locations, especially on the day or at the time the death occurred. That is, if you don't want it to happen to you, too... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- About the monster in the water There's a monster in the water. The bastard's killed 2 of my buddies. I should never have doubted that old urban legend about alligators in the sewers. That was no myth. But no one believes me. They were drunk and slipped? We're not that damn stupid. Even calling it a monster isn't quite right. This is something else. All I know is...something's in there. I'm going in now to beat that thing's head in. If you find this note, consider it my will. Revenge is futile -- or so you may think, reading this. But Jose and Jaime were my best buddies. Wish I knew how to do the deed. Guns won't work underwater. Even my famous knifework won't do much. If only I had a hand grenade... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Photo on chair [Photo of Heather] Find the Holy One. Kill her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Picture in the gallery Flame Purifies All By these remains may a person find the road to Paradise. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Thus one's life turns to riches" Thus one's life turns to riches: What was a bag of silver coins is now the number in a book. Yet fate hath no price... Ah, but do people know this? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fairy tale, Beginning Once upon a time, there was a monster living at the gates of a village. It was a very scary and a very bad monster. It would catch people and crunch them up with its big teeth. The villagers were afraid of the monster, and no one would dare appraoch the gates. Everyone was stuck inside the village. When the king heard about this, he summoned his knights. The knights eagerly rode out to defeat the monster. "Ha! Take that!" Their swords slashed and their spears flashed, but the monster wouldn't die. The monster tossed the knights into his mouth one by one, horses and all. What was the king to do? He fretted and fussed and paced the floor, but could think of no solution. Soon after, the village priestess came to the castle. She was a very kind and good person. The king asked her to defeat the monster guarding the gates. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fairy tale, continued The priestess accepted the king's request and went to the village gates. But when she saw the monster, she tried to convince it with words instead of killing it. "Shut up, you! I'm going to eat you up!" The monster didn't listen to a word the priestess said. But she kept trying to convince the monster to give up. "It's wrong to eat people, you know." The monster grew very angry at this and attacked her, killing her with a single mighty blow. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fairy tale, Last Part The king and his people shed tears at the death of the kind priestess. God took pity upon them and, granting their wishes, healed the priestess. The priestess opened her eyes just as she had done every morning of her life. She went once more to the monster's lair. "Fool! You wish to die again?" "No... this time it's your turn." The priestess had come to defeat the monster once and for all. As the priestess was very very kind, she felt sad about this task. But it had to be done. "Swords and spears won't work. Arrows and bullets will just bounce off. You can't kill me," the monster laughed. But the priestess used neither sword nor spear. She chanted but a single spell. "TU FUI, EGO ERIS." Do you know what happened then? The monster let out a huge cry and then died and vanished! Thus the villagers were able to use their gates once more. Everyone lavished their gratitude upon the priestess, and they all lived happily ever after. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Silent Hill Tourist Information Welcome to Silent Hill! Silent Hill, a quite little lakeside resort town. We're happy to have you. Take some time out of your busy schedules and enjoy a nice restful vacation here. Row after row of quaint old houses, a gorgeous mountain landscape, and a lake which shows different sides of its beauty with the passing of the day, from sunrise to late afternoons to sunset. Silent Hill will move you and fill you with a feeling of deep peace. I hope your time here will be pleasant and your memories will last forever. Editor: Roger Widmark -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- About Leonard and Stanley Leonard Wolf Room S12. Presenting mild audiovisual hallucinations, emotional instability, obsessive ideas. Suspect mild schizophrenia. Will continue observation. Basically calm and cooperative with a strong sense of justice. However, according to reports, becomes very violent when overexcited. Stanley Coleman Room S07. Usually passive and cowardly; also egotistical. Sometimes shows and acts on obsessive attachment to a particular woman. This has caused violent incidents; use caution. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2F east hall memo (Normal Riddle Level) The first is larger than the second; the second twice the third; the third smaller than the fourth; the fourth is half the first. Four of the numbers are not repeated Three are not in the top row Two are not in the right row One of the numbers is the final key -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2F east hall memo (Hard Riddle Level) Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead--- You are always looking at me and I am always looking at you. Ah, you're too meek--- beautiful, unspoiled: thus I'm so sad, I suffer--- and so happy, it hurts. I want to hurt you and destroy myself What you would think if you knew how I felt. Would you simply smile, not saying a word? Even curses from your mouth would be as beautiful as pearls. I place my left hand on your face as though we were to kiss. Then I suddenly shove my thumb deep into your eyesocket. Abrupty, decisively, like drilling a hole. And what would it feel like? Like jelly? Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely mix it around and around: I must taste the warmth of your blood. How would you scream? Would you shriek "It hurts! It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears stream from your crushed eye? You can't know the maddening hunger I've felt in the midst of our kisses, so many of them I've lost count. As though drinking in your cries, I bring my hopes to fruition: biting your tongue, shredding it, biting at your lips as if tasting your lipstick. Oh, what euphoric heights I would reach, having my desires fulfilled like a greedy, gluttonous cur. I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my tongue. I would surely be healed, and would cry like a child. And how is your tender ear? It brushes against my cheek; I want it to creep up to my lips so I can sink my teeth into its flesh. Your left ear, always hearing words whispered sweet as pie--- I want it to hear my true feelings. I never lied, no... but I did have my secrets. Ah, but what must you think of me? Do you hate me? Are you afraid? As though inviting you to the agony at the play's end, if you wish, you could destroy me---I wouldn't care. As you wish, you may destroy me ---I wouldn't care. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Corpse tattoo The start time is my key. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Memo about the corpse Background: unknown. Name/age: unknown. Not admitted patient. Found in poor mental state on hospital grounds and temporarily installed in room M4 at chief's discretion. Died late tonight from blood loss due to severed carotid artery. Was grasping own kitchen knife in right hand; assume this was cause of neck wound. Possible suicide, but wound angle suspicious. Sent to 2nd floor treatment room for further investigation. Have received no proof or corroboration of event from patient residing in same room. Have not notified police. However, for future necessity, leave victim's bed and effects intact (room M4). -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Photo - Backside of shelf #### (# - number) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hope House" article Teaching Despair: "Hope House" "Hope House", an orphanage on the outskirts of Silent Hill. But behind its false image is a place where children are kidnapped and brainwashed. Hope House is managed by the "Silent Hill Smile Support Society," a charity organization sometimes called "4S." It's true that 4S is a well-respected charity that "takes in poor children without homes and raises them with hope." But at its heart, it is a heathen organization that teaches its own warped dogma in lieu of good religious values. Mr. Smith (temp), who lives near "Hope House," had this to say: "Sometimes at night I can hear their weird prayers and the sounds of [children] crying. I went there to complain one time, but they ran me right out. Since then, it hasn't changed a bit." In fact, this reporter was refused admission when he attempted to take photographs in the facility. What exactly do the folks at "Hope House" have to hide? During my investigations, I was able to discover, however, a suspicious-looking round concrete tower which appears to be part of their facilities. Unfortunately no one was willing to tell us what the tower was used for. But it seems unlikely that it has anything to do with the business of raising orphans. It may in fact be a prison, or a secret place of worship. The cult religion that operates "Hope House" is known by the locals simply as "The Order". It's a religion that is deeply interwoven with Silent Hill's history. But its worshippers' fervent belief that they are among the elite "chosen people" has a dark and dangerous side. I intend to continue my investigation of "Hope House" and the cult behind it. I've always believed that "telling the whole truth" and showing the children the true path, is our most important duty. Joseph Schreiber -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (Visiting room) This day has finally come. That's right -- the day when you and I will meet. I was always thinking of you, here in this gloomy cell. I never even knew your name or face until today. But now I know. I know you're the one I've been waiting for. And haven't you been waiting for me, too? That's why you came to rescue me. Oh, how I love you, Heather. I want to give you my prized doll I made to commemorate our meeting, the start of this everlasting love. Ah, I can already see your smiling face. Stanley Coleman -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (Room C4) The Organization has me shut up in here. They need to break my will, to make me forget about all that. But I'll stay sane even if they throw me in here with lunatics. How about if I stick this to the wall? That would be worthless. You can peel it off, can't you, with that junk those nasty wenches won't stop using? If a thing has no meaning, there's no reason for it to exist at all. Just as you exist for me. But why haven't you taken my doll with you? Ah, my gift must've embarrassed you. How cute you are, Heather! Stanley Coleman -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (East hall) You may not yet have realized your own true feelings. But you sense them unconsciously. And so you're trying to get closer to me. That's a virtue, the path to Paradise. If the door's locked, open it. Use the password for the prison gates. Doctor... I've forgotten his name. Anyway, that quack has it posted. He should be here, too. I mean, 4 numbers would've been good enough, but he kept on going. Isn't it a shame? I'm not there. Aren't you irritated? I long for you, but you're so cruel. Still, I want you, Heather. Stanley Coleman -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (Staircase) I also like the rooftop. It makes me want to fly. You too? Stanley Coleman -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (Room M4) There was a tattooed guy on that rumpled bed. Not any more, though. That alarm clock and filthy bag are his. Ah, but don't misunderstand. I haven't done a thing. I didn't hate him, though he was a liar. Shall I write something of my own? On my chest, since I can't cut it open to show you my heart. "I Love Heather". No, something a bit more forceful. "I Love Heather" isn't enough for what I feel. Oh, what tender emotion this image brings... Stanley Coleman -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stanley's diary (Room S7) Goodbye, Heather. I'm sorry I wasn't able to respond to your love. It's all over. Leonard despises me---because I made fun of it, saying it would come to this. If it weren't for his meddling, I would have been able to meet you in just a little while. Then I could have taken you to my world. A world for us alone, more beautiful than this one. And I had been waiting for this day, for today. The day I'd see you, the day you'd save me. Today. Heather, watch out for him. Leonard is no ordinary guy. Farewell. I loved you. Heather, my goddess. Heather, my lover. Heather, my -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Sparrow Who killed Cock Robin? "The Sparrow," they said "He wants them all dead To him, honey-sweet is their sobbin'" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Owl The Owl who forgot the sky Resigned to his poor earthbound state Hungry or full didn't matter at all He ate and he ate and he ate -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Thrush The grass the Thrush so loved to eat Gave him sweet happiness He sank ever deeper and finally fell To destruction and fatal distress -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of Cock Robin Cock Robin, who hid the key away Is ash in the oven, all right The place he held is empty now And the doors remain shut tight -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Lark The Lark's child lost all his words And walled himself up all away Heart and mouth both locked up tight In a cage where none want to stay -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Dove The Dove's hope died; he chose his path His flapping wings fell still Drenched in scarlet here they lay His cheeks pale white and chill -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Linnet He seeks out her soul by his own black ambition Frightening her out of her wits Whispering love songs into her ear What cruel Linnet wants, he gets -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Rook The black Rook is the praying sort Who hears the gods in the skies His whispered petitions go on without end And glassy and dim are his eyes -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Wren The Wren, with pure heart as yet unrefined Makes us laugh with his feeble lip-smacking But still we all know he shall never grow old And he knows not how much he is lacking -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Kite The Kite, hot, crazy, and panting mad Sweet shackles that tease and excite Death itself would drive him wild Red blood that turns milky white -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crematory door Burn the one who knows no death Pure, adored by those above No prayers within, just simple love And now the pining hunter The flames longing for his rebirth A distant breath within the earth Burn up that heavy body of his Make it wind, dancing in the sky That bottomless gut now a cloud, now a sigh The sweet blood on his laughing lips Now calls him to the gates of Hell There burns evermore that soulless shell Four bodies return to ashes Thus the door is opened Thus the door is opened -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day room notebook The world is teeming with unnecessary people. It's God's decision that I fight. As a knight of honor, as protector of the seal, I sacrifice myself to the blood of criminals. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book: Lost Memories One characteristic, mentioned only in rare documents and dying out in the modern age, is that of the ritual sacrifice. "Offering prayers, pierce a man's chest with a copper stake. Drench the altar in the blood which spouts red from the heart, to praise and to show loyalty unto God." In another sacrificial rite mentioned in the same book, the victim is burned alive. This was a more dignified ceremony in which prisoners and sinners were not allowed to participate. Only the clergy could be sacrificed. Similar to burning at the stake, no comparable rite can be found in religions practiced nearby. It may have some connection with the main deity being a sun god. Even though this religion extols redemption, it brings to mind a dark and cultish history. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dad's memo Dahlia's the one who said it--- said that the girl was a demon. That she took my daughter for a sacrifice. But it's not totally believable. I mean, appearances can be deceiving. When I saw that photo in the hospital basement, I thought, "That girl looks like Cheryl." Is that why I feel this way? Something's not normal, anyway. Nothing good will come of this. But I just can't think of her as a demon. Is it my imagination, or do I actually feel sorry for her? Why do I feel like she's looking for someone to help? Cheryl's what's important to me. Everything else can wait until I've gotten her back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carousel memo When 13 turns count 4, you will die from their curse. If you wish to escape, there is but one way out. To kill before you are killed: you will be saved by the 12th death. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alessa memo It would be better for "myself" to die. After all, it's nothing to be afraid of... That child...that demon... When I think of the endless pain it will bring when it is birthed... I decided that, instead of the suffering and cruelty I endured in that sick room,... That I would like to bestow a more gentle and peaceful death on "myself". Why do "I" resist? I never thought of "myself" as such a fool..... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Church door This door is the gate which leads to the Road to Paradise. Embrace the bosom of the Holy Mother. Admit your sins and be forgiven. Eternal tranquility can be yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Myth - "4. Creation" 4. Creation God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her. The red god, Xuchilbara; the yellow go, Lobsel Vith; many gods and angels. Finally, God set out to create Paradise, where people would be happy just by being there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Myth - "5. Promise" 5. Promise But there God's strength ran out, and She collapsed. All the world's people grieved this unfortunate event, yet God breathed Her last. She returned to the dust, promising to come again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Myth - "6. Faith" 6. Faith So God hasn't been lost. We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith. We wait in hope for the day when the path to Paradise will be opened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- St. Alessa portrait St Alessa: Mother of God, Daughter of God -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- St. Nicholas portrait St. Nicholas: Miraculous Hands, a Doctor of God -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- St. Jennifer portrait St. Jennifer: Unwavering Faith Under Death's Blade -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- About syncretic religions There is no religion that has remained unchanged from the moment it was founded. This one is no execption. When this religion fell into the hands of immigrants, it was deeply influenced by their own original Christian beliefs. For example, the traditional representatives of these primal gods may be given the names and descriptions of Christian angels. This shared characteristics being to appear. (There is also one rare example of the chief deity, "Creator of Paradise" or "Lord of Serpents and Reeds", being dubbed with a demon's name. Of course, this was not done by believers, but by their opponents.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- About Tarot Tarot was based on the 22 Hebrew consonants and is said to represent the entire world. Each card, mumbered 0 through 21, has a particular meaning. By reading these cards, fortunetellers predict the future. For example, the first card, "The Magician," signifies creation, wisdom, beginnings, or destruction and fraud. The second card, "The High Priestess," denotes intuition, harmony, faith, or dogmatism and arrogance. According to some texts, the Gardner deck had more than 22 cards. (The Gardner deck does not exist today; it is mentioned only in the literature.) It is said that these extra cards were based on lost Hebrew vowels and denoted an otherworldly, transcendental existence: i.e., God. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dad's diary I sometimes have the sense even now that, that girl is a reincarnation of Alessa. I don't worry about it much now. That's all forgiven. You were unloved, Cheryl... Or was that Alessa? Now Cheryl is Alessa again. No matter whose reincarnation she may have been, that girl was my most beloved treasure. But that name was a mistake. At the time I thought of her only as a replacement for my lost Cheryl. When she knows the truth, will she feel bad? That's what worries me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- About the cult's symbol Represents the deity known as "The Halo of the Sun." In heraldry, symbolizes a religious group. The two outer circles are charity and resurrection; the three inner circles are present, past, and future. Usually drawn in red. Occasionally drawn in black or other colors, but blue reverses the meaning into a curse on God and is therefore forbidden. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Claudia's diary November 10 She didn't die then; she was born. I knew that for a fact. But then why haven't I found her yet? They were supposed to need her power to build Paradise, for the happiness of the people. She was supposed to be reborn for that. I'd really like to see her. November 14 Read "The Book of Praise." I want to thank Father for lending me such an invaluable book. I found what I'd been searching for in there -- how to awaken God. But it's much too cruel. Will I be able to pull it off when I see her? November 16 I was free all day, so I read "A Modern History of Refugees" and "Young Slaves: Child Exploitation." I don't want to be a mere bystander in this world. I can't do anything now, though, and that's what's hard. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Birthday card To little Claudia, Happy 6th birthday! I love you as if you were my real sister. Here's to you! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Aglaophotis" Aglaophotis Red liquid or crystals resembling blood. According to the Kabbalah, the name is taken from an herb with the power to dispel evil spirits. It is said to grow in Arabian deserts. It may be vaporized or applied as a poultice to guard against demons. It is powerful, but as it is rare, it is extremely difficult to obtain. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sketchbook (Normal Riddle Level) The door sure does rattle, but it's struck tight. A secret is hidden out of your sight! You may be thinking, "What could it be?" You'll need five magic cards if you want to see. What to do, then, with all these? I'll tell you straight and I won't tease-- Just as long as you say "please". Now the first thing you must know Is that there's something in each row. But that is not the half of it: Three would be too hard to fit. The upside-down man under the ground: To his right, to his left, there's no one around. Leave him alone, though his tears are profound. The moon is up above the sky, Full or crescent, floating high. Twinkling light sits like a crown On the head of a crazy clown. Your Excellency, praying to God most high Do you think you can tell me why You always look up at the night sky? Do you have it now? You didn't forget? One major point you must not omit. And now at the last, before you take a whack Here's one more hint to help keep you on track. Scary and hateful, that thing in the night Better be careful -- it's not on your right! Turn to the left and you'll keep it in sight. So you'll open the door? I'm just sure that there'll Be nothing beyond it but frightening peril. Forget about that! Just stay and play! Or else I'll be left here alone all day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sketchbook (Hard Riddle Level) I had a dream. In my dream, I opened a door. But what that really me? I had a different name. ING WXX NXA OEI IFI VII MOX NOT XVH XON HNG III XAA CXX CCX JII IEI IHT 5 are true and 4 are lies--- and there are some fibs mixed in with the truth. That's 'cause it's scary to write only the truth. But dreams...dreams are like lies, after all. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== C R E D I T S ========================================================================== -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Thanks to Konami and Konami TYO for developing and publishing SH3. 2. Thanks to CJayC for posting this FAQ on GameFAQs. 3. Thanks to IGN for accepting this FAQ.