I’ve been to two sex parties in my life. One, I guess you could say, was a failed one, even if in my eyes an evening spent chatting to someone ass-naked about the symbolism in Silent Hill 2 is a perfectly successful if surreal time. Eventually, I, my fellow Silent Hill geek, and several other people realised that maybe this can just be a regular old party without the need to bone each other. The vibes just weren’t there and the undergarments came back on, but good times were had regardless, and Facebook Friends were added.