If by "these things" you mean forced cannibalism, not really. They tend to try to change shit up to keep us on our toes or whatever.

[She shrugs a shoulder, taking another long drink of her bourbon.]

One minute it's a week-long obnoxiously loud party, the next it might be a parasitic hellscape with monsters and nightmare fog.

[In a way she almost preferred that to the reverse version of Silent Hill, where everything became the Lisa Frank Experience. Rey will take killing zombies over that any day.]