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[cerapa]

I believe this is the part where I tell you whatever I did in my life and what I intend to do and what my name is. Sadly I have forgotten all of those things. With the exception of the fact that my nose is itching quite a lot, and its very difficult to scratch an itch from inside a straitjacket. As far as I can tell, I am in one of those padded cells they have in psychiatric hospital. A thick padded and locked door is the only way out.

Now onto more interesting things, I at some point made a pact of some kind with someone. Dont bother asking with who or what the particular rules were. All I know is that it promised great power when I am banana. I dont think it really said banana, but I agreed when it said "great power" and didnt listen to the rest. No power has come my way yet, but I am certain that it is locked deep inside me or whatever.

Someone should be coming soon to give me my pills. The last time they did, I pretended to swallow the pills and hid them under my tongue. Sadly I accidentally swallowed them soon after the doctor left. There isnt really a bucket to spit into in here. The pills are nasty stuff though. Fog your mind. Literally. You cant look very far because distances start to look foggy. I have no idea how they do that.

You got any great plans?

[Hubris Incalculable]

Do not trust the rainbow snail.

[The Fool]

Dislocate your shoulder and bring your arms around to your front.

[Wayward Device]

Recollect any recurring nightmare for insight into the pact and our power. Evil power pacts always give you nightmares. Fact. 

[Armok]

Do not trust the rainbow snail.

[Demonic Spoon]

Inform the docters in your sanest manner that you would like to call your lawyer, also could you see some medical licenses? Possibly mention that someone may have forced you to take drugs that could have been misinterpreted as temporary sanity loss? While they are distracted by your cunning obfuscations sneak past them and run out the door.

[cerapa]

Nightmares huh? Makes sense to me. Not feeling very sleepy at the moment though. I will make sure to seek out a rainbow snail in the future and not trust it. I will also make sure not to go through a magical vortex.

As for the straitjacket, I dont see why I wouldnt do that. Having hands in the front is quite useful. *crack* Oh look at that, it doesnt hurt at all. Not...at...all...*whimper*

Now that that is done, I can move my hands to the front where they already were since the start. This was a very successful action I would say, and a dislocated shoulder is a small price to pay. And look, the doctor is coming! The doctor opens the door and walks inside. The doctor asks "Who are you talking to?" To you of course I say as I stand up. "Who do you mean by "you"? And why are you narrating yourself?" That isnt very important. What is more important is that I am not sure you have the proper credentials. I wish to see a lawyer! Not to mention that I am perfectly sane and was in fact drugged before being labeled as insane. "You have been here for 4 years. Drugs would have worn off by now. And do you not remember wh.."

And I then bolted out of the door and ran down a hallway with many, many cells. The doctor ran after me and pulled out a phone, apparently to call for help. I thought this was quite a tense situation so adrenaline was not in short supply, and I sped away from him. The fog soon enveloped him and I could not see him anymore. I could hear him screaming for me to stop though.

After a minute or so of going at top speed, I noticed a wall emerge from the fog. I noticed that the wall had a door in it. Possibly leading into a closet. To the left and right were more hallways. I then slammed full speed into the door.

That hurt almost as little as dislocating my own shoulder. And it most certainly did not make me so dizzy that my attempts at standing up failed. No sir. Nor is there a possibility that I have a concussion.


And I do believe that the doctor is starting to catch up to me. Or is that a ghost? Someone speaks out of a nearby cells, and tells me to shut up. I refuse.

[Mr. Dwarfinton]

Ignore the pain and slam your head against the door until it caves in on itself. While you are doing this politely insult whoever told you to shut up.

[X-03]

Ignore the pain and slam your head against the door until it caves in on itself. While you are doing this politely insult whoever told you to shut up.

This, but don't forget to kick the doctor the moment he appears behind you. And relocate your shoulder as soon as you're out of this totally-not-a-mess.

[Orb]

The style of your writing reminds me of the barber from Courage the Cowardly Dog. Also the insanity.

Head right, for right is always right.

[LordBucket]

Go through the door possibly leading to a closet. Make sure that the doctor sees us go in. When he follows, pull him in, snap his neck and take his clothes.

[cerapa]

I bang my head against the door repeatedly. Neither the door nor my head cave in on themselves. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY!" My good sir, you are a bufoon. I do believe you should stop screaming at me and instead take a shower.

The man or very butch woman stays silent for second. "I AM NO" But I do not listen to the rest and enter the door. It is indeed a closet. A broom closet to be exact. I hear the man/butch woman screaming from the cell, but it is muffled and I dont understand what he is saying. I then sit in waiting, in order to ambush the doctor. Then I shall snap his neck and take his clothes! "I can hear you, you know." No you cant!

I sit and think for a second. "Would you get out of the closet already! You do this every week and its annoying every time." I then open the door with a slam. The doctor stands in front of me. His eyes staring into my soul. And in my soul he sees something special. By which I mean nothing. People are silly, thinking that you could see someones soul through their eyes.

I then execute the other plan you gave me regarding the doctor. A quick kick to the stomach makes him lie down. Apparently he was waiting for me to go for the neck. I wonder where he got that idea. I then steal his clothes. A bit big but pretty good. "DID YOU JUST KICK THE DOCTOR?!" Yes, yes I did. "WHY?!" Seemed like a good idea. "THAT IS TH..."

I didnt catch the rest because I was running away, and headed right. The fog is slowly subsiding, and I manage to not run into a wall. Instead of a closet, at the end of this corridor is an elevator. A loud !ding! was produced by the elevator and guards run out. "Where is the patient?" Back there. He stripped for some reason. "Wha...fine." I then stepped into the elevator. "Why the hell are you narrat..." But his sentence was cut off by the elevator door shutting. Apparently it was called to the first floor of the building.

The elevator seemed like a safe place to fix my arm. *crack* That hurt even le...*whimper* less than expected. At least it passively hurts less now, but I dont really feel all that well.

The elevator doors open, revealing a waiting room and an exit. I can now accomplish my goal of...

Well, to tell you the truth, I just rolled with whatever you said. What are we doing anyway?

[X-03]

FREE ALL THE PRISONERS WHO WERE TRAPPED IN HERE BY THE EVIL GHOST!

[Johuotar]

Oh wait its forum game and not life advice thread. Got me worried there for a moment.

[LordBucket]

What are we doing anyway?

We have to rendezvous with the someone who promised us power. He's in Las Vegas.

Road trip!