ITT: We are in an insane asylum

-Is counting in his room-

Two. There are two windows on this wall.

Eight. There are four panes of glass in each window, and they add up to eight.

Two. Eight. -Counts on fingers- Two. Eight. Two. Eight. -Keeps counting but voice get's lower-

Hah, that's just what they want you to think! They're all in on it. There's one more number, but they're hiding it from us! They want to keep us in the dark, all counting wrong!

New number? ...But...

-Starts counting again, frustrated-

Two windows. Four panes in each. Four plus four equals eight.

-Counts again-

Two windows. Four panes. Add up to eight...

-Keeps counting over and over again, confused and frustrated but determined to find that new number-

You'll never find it on your own. They've hidden it. Buried all references to it. Well, except for one. One book escaped their purge. Just one. It's hiding. The man at the pet shop has it. He's keeping it safe, holding on to it until the right moment, when we will share this information with the world!

Pet shop.

But... I can't leave to go to the pet shop. <:C

Exactly! They're keeping you away. They don't want you to know the truth!

Eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight

YOU ARE ALL EDUCATED STUPID, AND CANNOT GRASP THE TRUE CUBIC FORM OF THE EARTH!

_{I could've sworn we've had this thread before.}

That pet shop...

Trying to relive that moment makes me nervous...

I have a desire to find a way there...

But all of this SHOUTING MAKES ME LOSE WHAT GRASP I HAVE ON...

Wait...

That cage I keep seeing brings back an indescribable feeling...

It pushes me away, yet my desire grows stronger...

*starts breathing heavily*

The internet connection sucks, and it's a shock I'm the only person in my family to end up here, considering how screwed up we all are.

That's because they're not putting people here because they're crazy. They're putting people here because they're too close to the truth. They locked me up because I found out about the mailman's role in the Cult of Darkness. They caught on and stopped me before I could act. They found out somehow. The paperboy must have turned me in. Or maybe it was the cashier at the grocery store. I don't know. They're everywhere.

That would explain my aunt's absence. Unless she was kidnapped by some cult or something. But they did want to put her here, so maybe she was close to the truth, whatever it is?

Its almost lunchtime. -Still counting the windows-

Considering I only eat sweets, I might starve here. Unless I get someone to smuggle sweets for me. Like someone smuggled a cellphone with internet connection.

They only give sweets as rewards here.

And that's to the patients without ADHD.

-Still counting the windows, desperately trying to find the hidden number-

I don't have ADHD, so I might get sweets if I behave?

I'm here because of social anxiety disorder. Really. I'm just being damn talkative because I know I won't stay in this place for long. This is the kind of asylum that gets closed real fast.

And want help?

edited 11th Jan '12 8:35:02 PM by risingdreams

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. They said it affects my every day life but I don't see how.

-Is still counting-

You might want to get moving if you don't want to be last in line.

Errr... If it's anything like my obsession with closing doors, I can see how it would, but YMMV.

Gotta see if there's anything I like eating. If there isn't, I won't even bother. Are you absolutely sure there's no dessert?

I can act normally if I know I'll never see the person again. *Pauses*

I also have laughing and shouting fits but can't remember 'em. I also get aggressive and harm people. But I don't think I'm here because of THAT.

edited 11th Jan '12 8:53:09 PM by risingdreams

Tell them to send up my lunch to my room, would you?

Its my thinking time.

-Stops counting and gets into my cot. Lays still and stares at the ceiling, not moving or blinking-

Okay. *Goes check lunch, and tell them to deliver lunch to Tidal's room*

edited 11th Jan '12 8:58:04 PM by risingdreams

I just know it. I know they're trying to poison me through my food. Must resist. Must resist. No. Too hungry. Be right back. Stay strong. Don't let them get you.

Nah, or they would actually bother making anything, y'know, EDIBLE. This is going to be a long week -_-'.

edited 11th Jan '12 9:35:08 PM by risingdreams

I'm here for a reason

Oh well, back to bed

It's kind of weird. People were nearly getting this place closed. It was online. But for whatever reason, now it won't be closed anymore.

The guys protesting it are dead. Hum...

• Pauses*