Playing Resident Evil Village as an English Teacher: Surviving the Opening (Bedtime Story, Feelings and UK vs US English)

A creepy bedtime story

• Story: Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to <mark>pick berries</mark> for her father, who was <mark>hard at work</mark>.
• Story: But the forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence, the bushes empty.
• Story: Yet, determined to find the berries, the <mark>rascal</mark> broke free from mother’s <mark>grasp</mark> and <mark>vanished</mark> into the trees.
• Story: Mother’s worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on, over vine and under branch, and into the forest deep.
• Story: Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled mother’s scary bedtime tales, and her throat became <mark>bone dry</mark>.
• Story: Then the Bat Lord appeared. He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing. “Come, child, <mark>quench your thirst</mark>,” he said.
• Story: So she drank the thick dark blood and smiled with joy.
• Story: Passing through the graveyard, menacing storm clouds <mark>loomed</mark>, and the air turned <mark>bitingly cold</mark>.
• Story: The girl was <mark>shivering</mark> in her thin clothes.

Paranoid or cautious?

• What is with the creepy story? She’s only six months old.
• Woman at the store said it was traditional. A local tale.
• We moved here so that she wouldn’t have to deal with any of that. Remember?
• There’s nothing wrong with my memory.
• You’re just being <mark>paranoid</mark>.
• I’m not paranoid. I’m just <mark>cautious</mark>.
• Then go cautiously take your daughter to bed.
• Did you say something?
• Nothing. I’ll <mark>put her down</mark>.

Sleeping like a baby

• Ethan: There you go, sweetheart. Don’t you worry. I’ll be right downstairs. Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you.
• Alex: To be honest with you, I can’t imagine fighting monsters in this game. It’ll be too scary.
• Mia: Is she okay?
• Ethan: <mark>Sleeping like a baby</mark>.
• Ethan: That smells good. What’s that?
• Mia: Oh, <mark>hands off</mark>, mister. It’s… a local recipe.
• Ethan: Wow. You’ve <mark>gone full native</mark>, haven’t you?
• Mia: Local wine, too. But if you’re going to keep <mark>sulking</mark> all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any.
• Mia: You really have to stop worrying.

How am I feeling?

• Alex: I’m <mark>freaking out</mark>. Don’t like this.
• Alex: <mark>This is killing me.</mark> It is killing me.
• Alex: It’s a bit hard to teach English like this. I’m <mark>scared to death</mark>, I could say.
• Alex: At least we’ve got a <mark>flashlight</mark>, you know, lantern.
• Alex: I’m really scared, to be honest with you. So I could teach you something so that I can relax a bit.
• Alex: In American English, you will say <mark>flashlight</mark>. And in British English, <mark>torch</mark>.

Got a bad feeling about this

• Alex: I kind of <mark>regret</mark> choosing this game to play.
• Alex: More blood. Don’t like this. <mark>Got a bad feeling about this.</mark>
• Where the hell am I?
• Alex: So, <mark>toll</mark>. That’s a castle bell <mark>tolling</mark>.
• Alex: And by the way, in American English you will say something like “castle”. But in British English, it’s “castle”. But you don’t pronounce the <mark>T</mark>.

They’re coming!

• Old man: Who are you? Who sent you?
• Ethan: Nobody. There was an accident down the road.
• Ethan: What’s going on?
• Old man: Oh, no. They’re coming!
• Ethan: Who is? What the hell was that?
• Old man: You have a gun?
• Ethan: What?
• Old man: Please tell me you have a gun!
• Ethan: No. <mark>Why would I?</mark>
• Alex: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me the gun. Come on.
• Ethan: Hey, are you listening? Hey!
• Alex: And the best gun is gone, too.