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At first we thought them insane. They claimed that they saw things nobody else saw. They would claim that their hallucinations would kill people, and thus we incarcerated them. We swooped them up like leaves fallen from the tree of society and locked them away.

When more people started hallucinating, claiming that the mirrors were trying to kill them or that the shadows watched them, we once more swooped them up and placed them in the insanitariums. The hypothesis that it was a new drug or probably infected food or mold or even the water. The psychiactric wards soon filled up.

When they screamed so that we may listen, we would turn cheek and cover our ears. We couldn't let their foresight darken our lives. But now a new cloud looms overhead. A cloud from hell and from it rains blood as the gale carries on it the screams of mercy which will never reach the ears of god. For we did not listen to the man who went insane, and now the devil himself has risen to laugh at us.

~President Blane Childers

It began on December 2010 when the first man saw them come. He began warning people of monsters coming out of the darkness. When They came to take him to a phychiactric ward one night, he was in the corner of the woom with light bulbs and candles around him, screaming that the shadows would get him.

In 2011, people had forgotten him when another person began to claim that she heard whispers about how something was going to murder her. She begged anyone she saw on the streets to help her, but they only turned away. They came to take her, but she was dead when They got there. These events kept happening, talking about demons that watch from the forest to mirrors reaching out to kill someone. These people were taken away and almost nobody believed them.

2012, no longer than an hour into the new year, and a storm brewed across the Earth. The clouds were black and eerie, and red lightning danced from it, and while everyone was in awe and cheering for the new year, nightmares rose from nothing and began their slaughter. Those who were in fortified areas were fortunate enough to survive. This is where you are, and this is where your new world begins.

It is January 1st, 2012, 1:14 AM. Will you survive the next hour?
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Freestyle RP, you don't start out with anything you wouldn't have as an intern or nurse. Anything you can find in the ward is good for a weapon.

Character Sheet:

Name: (Nicknames must be set in "quotations!")
Age: (How long have you been alive?)
Gender: (Male. Female. I do hope you're one or the other.)
Occupation: (Inmate? Security guard? Cook? Nurse? Answers, man, answers!)
Appearance: (What do you look like? Cannot be a demon, half demon, half angel, blah blah blah.)
Bio: (Optional. Tell why you're there!)

If I get any hits, I'll post my sheet.

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conmon

Name: Meran " Boss" Phenius
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Occupation: Aslyum Director
Appearance: An old man with glasses a suit and black gloves. He stands very tall and is decently skinny, He is balding and has dark green eyes.
Bio:the past 2 years he as stocked with trying to take care of his patients, He was having trouble with finance, he could only afford a mid level security perimeter around his asylum. When he got the news of a storm and slaughter he ordered the patient to be stocked in high level security rooms. He has a working replica Winchester on his wall as well shotgun shells in a hidden compartment, and he also carries his baton, made with a taser for patient's.

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worgen

((Good to have you, Conmon! I'll make my post tomorrow, I have to get some sleep first. Thanks for joining, and feel free to advance the story without me.))

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conmon

(probably gonna pass out to, Dun rp too much wit out meh, if anyone else joins )

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dethharpist

((Would it be possible for me to make a character with amnesia?))

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worgen

((Yes. Being in a psych ward, there's bound to be one person like that. ))

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dethharpist

Name: Currently unknown
Age: mid 20's
Gender: Male
Occupation: Unknown
Appearance: Unknown (He hit his head pretty hard against that wall thar.)
Bio: Unknown

((I was almost tempted to rp as a girl but that would've been weird >.> oh and he is in a room alone with no mirrors the appearance comes later preferably when I am creative enough to come up with it! until then you can describe him as a skinny guy dressed in all black with long brown hair. God I've been watching to much Higurashi When They Cry, wow it's blanking my brain I forgot what I was posting halfway through and just sat there for a few minutes. ))

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worgen

Name: Hudson "Houdini" Price
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Inmate
Appearance: Medium length dark hair, brown eyes, tan skin, paled from being inside so long. He's in white inmate pants and a straight jacket with a muzzle to keep from gnawing on himself.
Bio: Hudson was the first man taken in. He was so messed up that they had to put him into isolation. He son began to gnaw on himself, so to put a muzzle on him and put him in a straight jacket. Soon after that, he began having fits and throwing himself against doors and walls, so they would restrain him onto the bed. The nurses than began calling him Houdini, a cruel joke.

((I hate how almost nobody joins in these forums anymore. D= ))

Hudson knew it was midnight, even though his room had no clocks or windows. Moments later, he heard the nurses rounding people into their cells when the slaughter began. Hudson curled into the corner as the people outside screamed. He didn't know if the lesser monsters were in the sanitarium yet, but he knew that the demons from his dreams wouldn't get in so easily.

Hours went by in silence. It was hours before the screaming started. It was probably morning. Hudson thought of the bright sun in a green field of flowers, all the while blood curdling screams echoed through the door.

((So, yes, a majority of the people are now DEAD! Good luck, survivors.))

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dethharpist

He woke up in a room with a desk and broken glass on the floor. He lifted himself up to see blood pooling in from under the door, there was a scream that filled his heart with a thousand shards. He knew nothing of himself or where he was, he knew one thing though, it was hell on earth. He opened the door and from where the blood had been coming, was nothing. He walked down a hall asking to thin air "Hello?"

((Meh I was bored. Yea though about how very little people are actually even ON anymore! it used to be like 5 different people would post in a topic for like 3 minutes of each other and then a massive wave of like 10 people would come in and keep it going all day.))

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conmon

(Yeah, most are actually doing AToD) He was running through files when he heard the screams. The clock and rest of electronic items shutdown. Some of the employees begged to him to let them go home. He denied and told them to keep the prisoners under restraint. Also to keep them safe. he thought he heard footsteps besides the nurses leaving but when the door to his office closed he heard screams and saw blood flying on the door. He worries, then reaches for his Tazer Baton. He gets ready to swing but when he opens the door nothing is there. He left the office and walked to the restrained cells. He called out to any surviving inmates.

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