Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
Okay! Misfit, what do you think? Should we force-feed Kun pudding?
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I don’t like this alliance…))
Why not? We're not that bad, right? We're totally innocent and perfect…
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Ooh, even better! Can I help you? I love turning people into demented slaves!
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
Okay! Misfit, what do you think? Should we force-feed Kun pudding?
Only if we get to beat him with pinata sticks afterwards and see how long we can beat him before he loses said pudding.
wait who said that
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I don’t like this alliance…))Why not? We're not that bad, right? We're totally innocent and perfect…
I, for one, love this alliance.
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Ooh, even better! Can I help you? I love turning people into demented slaves!
Of course you can because we're best friends now
What in the name of all things good and sane is happening here?
Everything that is not the two things you named…
| STARTER |
The air in the room was cold and damp, like one would expect a basement to be.
About a dozen beds— no, cots— lined the walls on either side of the room, but only eight of them were occupied. Five males. Three females. It was about time for each individual to wake up and find themselves in this foreign place, to look around and see only strangers and the unknown. Then again, there wasn't much to see aside from the gray concrete walls and the matching floor.
Oh, but it had just begun. There would be much more to see soon enough.
There were technological implants in each of their arms— their left forearms, to be precise— but the immediate purpose of these little devices were unclear, and removing them would be impossible.
Besides, it wouldn't be long before they'd have more important things to worry about than the implants in their bodies. The doctor was just respectful enough to wait until they woke up. After all, it would be awhile before they'd sleep soundly again.
Everything that is not the two things you named…
((Truth))
Everything that is not the two things you named…
Yeah. We're not good, or sane…
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
Okay! Misfit, what do you think? Should we force-feed Kun pudding?
Only if we get to beat him with pinata sticks afterwards and see how long we can beat him before he loses said pudding.
wait who said that
Not you, surely! You would never say something like that! And then after he barfs the pudding back up, we can feed it to someone else!
((
I don’t like this alliance…))Why not? We're not that bad, right? We're totally innocent and perfect…
I, for one, love this alliance.
Me too. We will destroy everything!
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Ooh, even better! Can I help you? I love turning people into demented slaves!
Of course you can because we're best friends now
Yes! fist pump I knew this was a good idea!
Mathias slowly woke up, grunting slightly as he did. He was immediately shocked with fear when he did. This wasn’t the small shack he lived in. It looked better, yes, but the scenery of such a new place scared him.
He curled up in the corner part of the bed, shaking as he looked around. Gray. Gray. All was gray. Most was concrete.
He was concerned as to what was on his forearm, sure, but waking up somewhere he didn’t know? That’s a big ‘no’ from him.
Faith soon woke up. Once she opened her eyes, though knowing it wasn’t her house, she felt relieved if anything. She was glad to not wake up to a household who treated her like a slave, to a family where she can’t fit in, to a group of people to made her want to run away… and she did.
But now…? She wasn’t sure where she was. And neither was the dude on one of the other beds as well.
He looked like a drug addict. Yeah. That was probably what he was.
She glanced down to see something attached to her left arm. She wasn’t as shocked as she was excited. It looked new and shiny and… well, it was new.
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
Okay! Misfit, what do you think? Should we force-feed Kun pudding?
Only if we get to beat him with pinata sticks afterwards and see how long we can beat him before he loses said pudding.
wait who said thatNot you, surely! You would never say something like that! And then after he barfs the pudding back up, we can feed it to someone else!
((
I don’t like this alliance…))Why not? We're not that bad, right? We're totally innocent and perfect…
I, for one, love this alliance.
Me too. We will destroy everything!
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Ooh, even better! Can I help you? I love turning people into demented slaves!
Of course you can because we're best friends now
Yes! fist pump I knew this was a good idea!
Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you guys need your first slave?
Can that be me? Being force fed something like pudding sounds more intriguing than intimidating…
I mean, if you really want to be force-fed pudding by a pair of maniacs, that's your desision…
Do you mean by people who both belong in a mental hospital where I should be? Yeah, I’m down.
I'm actually the guy who runs the mental hospital and experiments on the patients and turns them into my demented slave-pets
Ooh, even better! Can I help you? I love turning people into demented slaves!
Of course you can because we're best friends now
Yes! fist pump I knew this was a good idea!
Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you guys need your first slave?
I dunno… maybe?
(We should make all of this a different chat, so we can do the roleplaying on here XD)
(To the DMs!)
(Yes! Do you think I should add @SeLosMeMos and @Wordsmith, too?)
(I don't want to be enslaved. And I am an antisocial little bean. Please don't feed me Kun's barf pudding. I don't want it.)
(I would never feed you his barf pudding. You're not terrible enough to warrant that, don't worry.)
Griffey groaned softly as he came-to, rubbing at his eyes. His other hand brushed against the rough mattress canvas, and he immediately realized that this bed was not his bed. His eyes snapped open, and he sat upright, his half-asleep mind racing to try to understand the setting he found himself in.
What on earth?
Who were these people? Where was he? Griffey recognized a drug addict when he saw one, and that one man– hooo boy, he was definitely a drug addict.
That didn't bode well for Griffey.
Why was he here with potential drug addicts and strangers? And, more specifically, where was here?
He threw the thin sheet off of his body, thankfully to find himself fully clothed and intact, and stood to his feet– though his legs were shaky.
Ajay drooled on his pillow, oblivious to the world around him. He hugged his pillow closer, though he never remembered it being quite this soft. Or his bedroom ever being quite this cold. He cracked open a bleary eye to peek at his surroundings, but it wasn't until after he closed it again and several seconds passed before it sank in.
This wasn't his house.
He forced himself up onto his elbows and squinted at the room. "Wh– What the–"
He spotted the strangers and nearly screamed but managed to contain himself. "What the heck is going on? Who are you people?"
(I would never feed you his barf pudding. You're not terrible enough to warrant that, don't worry.)
(Such kind words that I will hold near and dear to my heart.)
(I would never feed you his barf pudding. You're not terrible enough to warrant that, don't worry.)
(Such kind words that I will hold near and dear to my heart.)
(XD well they're true, don't worry.)
(Okay, do you guys know that episode of SpongeBob where Patrick comes back to his house and everyone's hiding from Sandy under there because she's looking for SpongeBob, and all you see are eyeballs poking out from beneath and Patrick screams "Who are you people?!" Well, that's Ajay in my mind right about now.)
(Om goodness)
(Oh my goodness yes! I had that exact same image in my head!)