Van
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Post by Van on Apr 23, 2013 22:02:49 GMT -8
Last night you dreamed you were standing at the end of a very long, very tall, rather well-lit hallway. It was barren with walls of clouded glass, beyond which you could see figures, but they were too blurred and vague to recognize, and seemed very far away. Everything was calm, all was silent.
The end of the hallway forked and gave way to two doors. The door on the left was labeled CLINIC FOR THE CRIMINALLY MINDED; the door on the right, INSTITUTE FOR DEPRESSED CHILDREN.
- I entered the clinic, on the left.
- I entered the institute, on the right.
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Saul Kelly
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Post by Saul Kelly on Apr 24, 2013 21:31:14 GMT -8
The hallway unsettled me, though it seemed my only options were layed out for me a few yards ahead. I certainly didn't belong with the criminally insane, so I instead opted to pad down the hallway to enter the Institute for Depressed Children.
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Van
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Post by Van on Apr 24, 2013 21:43:52 GMT -8
You pushed open the door and found yourself in a rather large waiting room, unsurprisingly, full of sad-looking children all waiting in chairs. Many of them were crying, mostly to themselves, their tear-stricken faces introspective and withdrawn.
A hand rested on your shoulder as you walked in; a nurse calmly led you past the rows of chairs toward two double doors at the far end of the room. Oddly enough, she was taller than you... and everyone in the room is about your height. Were you a child again?
There was no time to ask questions; the nurse soothingly hushed you if you tried to open your mouth at all. She sat you in a big chair and casually strapped your wrists to the arm rests. And then she left the room.
Soon enough a tall man in a doctor's coat strode in with his face buried in his charts, examining them, humming displeased noises to himself, occasionally shaking his head. Finally he peered down at you with a slight frown.
"Well son, we can help you but you've got two options: we medicate or lobotomize."
- give me pills (trade 3 CHA for 5 STR)
- lobotomize me (trade 3 INT for 5 CON)
- no thanks (nothing happens)
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Saul Kelly
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Post by Saul Kelly on Apr 25, 2013 13:41:18 GMT -8
Where were my parents? Slightly distrusting I walked with the nurse to the room with the large chair and I found myself sitting in it without protest to the restraints. Anxiety welled in my chest as the doctor entered the room, and I could only watch as he tsked and shook his head and expelled only vibes of bad news.
As soon as he spoke though, hot tears spilled down my face as I realized how truly bleak my options were. My heart thumped endlessly, desperate to flee the scene by hopping straight from my chest and out the door, and between distraught sniffles I muttered out my decision.
"I...uh...pillth"[/size]
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Van
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Post by Van on Apr 25, 2013 13:52:24 GMT -8
The doctor nodded sternly, left the room for a moment, and returned with a bottle of red pills.
As soon as you took one, you woke up.
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