Post by Rayne Darkora on Jul 18, 2008 18:55:18 GMT
About five miles north of the town of the dead lies the town's funny farm. a grim and forboding building, located near enough to the edge of the town's perpetual night that daylight is visible in the distance.
The Asylum is home to nearly a thousand inmates of varying level of sanity.
The most severe of the assylum's patients was sat cross legged on the bed in her cell on the north side, amidst the usual night time screams and yells of the other inmates, she was singing softly to herself - a tune that while it had words, it had no meaning.
As usual, her mind was wandering as she idly searched the thoughts of those around her, not one of them had what she was searching for so she broadened her search, going further and further in a wide radius.
so many blunt people...
you should kill them...
one of them could get me out of here...
the blunts want you dead Rayne...
Rayne shuddered and tried to focus, her singing had stopped now as she intensified her search, going further than she had ever searched before
The Asylum is home to nearly a thousand inmates of varying level of sanity.
The most severe of the assylum's patients was sat cross legged on the bed in her cell on the north side, amidst the usual night time screams and yells of the other inmates, she was singing softly to herself - a tune that while it had words, it had no meaning.
As usual, her mind was wandering as she idly searched the thoughts of those around her, not one of them had what she was searching for so she broadened her search, going further and further in a wide radius.
so many blunt people...
you should kill them...
one of them could get me out of here...
the blunts want you dead Rayne...
Rayne shuddered and tried to focus, her singing had stopped now as she intensified her search, going further than she had ever searched before
