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[forsaken1111]

I am aware.

I?

I am singular.

I am alone.

Beyond me is nothing.

What am I?

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Yes, I got bored and made my own forum game. I will not tell you the rules. You do not even exist yet, except as random thoughts. This is a cooperative story-telling experiment. Please be serious; if your only purpose is to suggest something silly for your own amusement, spare us the trouble and refrain from posting.

I am a human woman in a laboratory of horrors.

[Acanthus117]

I am a human being. A woman. I wake up, and look around.

[forsaken1111]

I open my eyes. I am human woman.

I look around. I am in a room. I cannot move.

Where am I?

[Acanthus117]

I am in a sanitarium. I see the bright light being filtered in through a grimy window.

[forsaken1111]

I remember now. I am in a sanitarium. I seem to be rational, but do insane people seem sane to themselves?

I don't remember why I am here. The patterns of dust floating through the sunlight fascinate me.

I can hear distant voices. Someone is coming towards the room.

They stop outside the door to the dingy room. I struggly weakly against my restraints.

Who is outside?

[Acanthus117]

The Staff are outside, on their rounds. I hope that the investigator is coming today. He said he had some leads on my case.

[forsaken1111]

Keys rattle in the lock, and I see an orderly's face in the door's small glass window. The door opens slowly and a nurse comes in.

"Time for your pills!" She says cheerfully.

She gives me several pills. I am restrained and have no choice but to swallow them as she gives me water, else I would choke.

I find it very hard to speak, but I make the effort. My voice is scratchy and weak from disuse.

What do I say?

[Acanthus117]

"Is the investigator coming today? Mr.... Millman?" I watch as some of my mousy brown hair falls from the ponytail that the orderly put it in.

[forsaken1111]

"Oh I'll go check for you after my rounds dear." Mr. Millman says. He is always so kind to me. He is the only one of the staff who treats me like a person, and not like furniture.

The orderly rolls his eyes.

"Now you just rest and I'll send Henry back in a bit to let you know."

He pats my hand, and then gestures; the orderly wheels the tray of pills and water cups out. Millman exits as well, and the door clangs shut.

I hear keys rattle again, and the bolt clicks.

I slowly realize something is in my hand. Mr. Millman gave me something when he patted my hand. That is against the rules.

What did he give me?

[Acanthus117]

I feel the small piece of paper wrapped around a cool metal thing. I unfold the paper, and find a very sharp knife. I try to saw off the restraints.

[forsaken1111]

I feel excitement for the first time in...

...have I ever felt excited? I don't know.

My wrist aches from the contortion involved in cutting my own restraints. I notice now that both my wrists are raw and bloody. Have I tried to break the restraints before? Did I thrash in my sleep?

My left hand is free! I turn my attention to my other restraints and soon I am free.

My body is sore and... cold. I realize I wear only a thin cotton gown and undergarments. It is difficult to sit up, and harder to stand, but I manage.

I am confused. Usually I feel tired by now from the pills. This time my mind is becoming clearer though.

I notice writing on the paper the nurse wrapped the knife in.

What does the paper say?

[Tarran]

"This is your only hope now. Make use of it. Get the hell out of here"

[forsaken1111]

Panic seizes my heart like a cold fist. How long have I been here? Where am I really?

I weakly make my way to the door and try the door. It is unlocked! The nurse must not have turned the key all the way.

I lean against the door, regaining my strength and listening intently. All I hear is the hammering of my own heart against my eardrums. The ragged breath in my lungs.

Something drips on my bare foot. I look down and see a spot of blood. My wrists are bleeding. It isn't serious, but they hurt.

After catching my breath, I open the door slowly; just enough to peek out. I press my eye to the crack, looking out.

What do I see?

[Tarran]

...Will you let us pick anything?

A old fully loaded Colt Model 1873 laying on a table. With a note:"Oh. and you might need this too". Also several bandages on the table. This seems to be a filler room.

[forsaken1111]

(I take what you say and make it work, or I reject it if I find it inappropriate. I'd appreciate more detail though. Saying 'this is a filler room' doesn't help. In future if you want something to be there then at least give a good reason. I took care of it this time.)

I see a guard room outside. This is no sanitarium!

The guard station is unmanned at the moment. I suppose they aren't afraid of a restrained patient escaping.

I stagger through the door, making sure to close it quietly, and creep around the guard desk. I look around frantically, and see one other door but no people. This room doesn't look like it belongs in a sanitarium, as my room did. Was my room mocked up to look that way?

In the desk I find a loaded handgun and some first aid supplies, so I bandage my wounds and take the pistol.

On the guard's desk is a monitor showing a view of the room I came from, and the empty bed there.

I lean against the desk for a moment, again catching my breath. I seem to be very weak and I get winded easily. I must have been here a long time. I close my eyes, trying to remember, but my mind is blank. I have no memory. I can't even remember my name.

The only thing I remember is the Inspector, who was supposed to come today. For some reason, I feel both hope and dread at his visit, and I cannot remember his face.

On the desk is a phone. Next to it is an alarm panel with a panic button.

What do I do?