DARK ASYLUM::
Your in a dark rotting cell, the bars are covered in grime, a mess of blood and mold. The asylum itself is quite old. No longer in real use, but the spirits of the victims still live there.
The site is a place of torture and massive deaths. The "Dean" of the asylum was a mad hatter, to its most literal term [ Mad hatter being a man who inhaled chemicals from fixing felt for hats, mid 18-19 centruies, ill post links later ] He and his "minions" still "run" the asylum. The spirits of the tortured and the dead still reek the halls, your cell, and the cells of others.
Now, how you got there.
You: Are either a prisoner, an escapee, or a "scientist" mad to some degree, or a guard.
Prisoner : You woke up in the grime covered cell, bleeding to some degree. You don't have any broken bones, but it will feel like it for some time. A headache brews within the deeper regions of your mind. Your mentality remains intact. You either cling to the cell bars, or curl up on your pitted and rotted cot. The rest goes from there, wheither you escape of remain there forever to go insane is to your own devices.. [[ My character, usualy a prisoner is Adora BatBrat Shes under the 3rd listing. She is pregnant with the dean's son's child. Only afew months in, barely showing a bump. She is still tested upon, with no harm to the baby. Beyond that, anything is free go on her. ]]
Escapee : You, started like the prisoner [ refer to the above ], but managed to get out of your cell. Either by chance, or you killed a guard and stole his/her keys. You now wonder the halls of the dark and grime covered asylum, wildly looking for either an escape route, or to free other "inmates" or, get drugs and merely run rampant.
Scientist : You are a torturer, pure evil and willing to make any of the prisoners self destruct, for your own amusement. You might be a real person, but you might also just be a ghost, a relic of your past. A ghostly torturer. The legnths of your torture are up to you. From Burn "Treatments" to taking limbs from patients and bleeding them to makes headaches "go away" [Bleeding consists of making a hole in the skull to releive pressure/expose the brain to disease/open wound] Your "treatments" are to your own devices, so have fun!
Guards : You merely transport the patients, catch esccapees, and do deal in some torture. Merely kicking around patients, sometimes involving raping and or killing the patient. You will be caught for nothing, but beware, some patients are lethal, and are not afraid to kill you. They are in the asylum already, what have they got to lose ?
So, begin your adventure, are you captured ? Are you escaping ? Are you out to torture lost souls ? Or are you in it for the fun of watching sometimes innocent people and souls die ?
Live feeble, beware. Some of them are serial murders, some of them killed their families, and some are horrid to some unknown degree. I hope you survive, or, maybe you'll get lucky and merely go insane and join the ranks of the desolate and dead
Torture "Procedure" Room
You will be "fixed" here. A scientist in a grimy lab coat comes in, and chains you to the bedpanning. Your ankles are splayed, wrists caught to the bars. A cloth gag in your mouth. The doctor, and occasionally a guard will come in and have their way with you. Thousands of souls have been lost here, will you join their ranks ?Prisoner. Another Lost Soul
He reeks the corridoors of the aslyum, silently wondering the halls. "Twitch" they called him. He was a child rapist, and a serial murderer. They kept him in a padded cell till his personal demise. He extracted his eyes out with a spoon, and clawed the heart from his chest.
The Halls.
You may walk these halls, ankles chained together, leading to your cell, or maybe, your demise.
The green lights flicker noisily dead bugs making large shadows as you pass
Cells in general
Cells are all pre-used. Some are splattered in blood, some have desloate writings, like songy goodbyes. Covering the walls in a mixture of ink and blood.
More parts of the asylum. [ Pictures taken by me. Yes. ]
A side outer view of the back entrance to the Asylum. [I know, theres a dunk tank there, please ignore it.]http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb192/Skittles-Photos/?action=view¤t=BathroomPictures033.jpg
[ Same As Above, Closer View ]
A closer look into one of the windows of an open recreation room. Paper and simple tools are kept there to "entertain" the patients. The semi- sane ones that is.
Outside, a front view. Most of the buidling is hidden in thick willow branches, so not to plauge soceity with its unsightlyness.
Some shadows wonder the courtyard, another open place for the patients to roam, in 30 minute incriments, when the guards feel to let them loose [yes, its my shadow. I look big, i was wearing 2 large jackets, a bag, and my camara bag. It was cold. ]
A closer look at the back door, another, more secret entrance to the asylum's main hallways [ yes, im in the window reflection. My shirt is awesome, thank you. And i had taken off the jackets, bags and everything to get a good shot of the door, sorry my shirt is so loose. ]
Sign for the gymnasium. It was named after the Dean's lost daughter, Anna Hiss. She was lost to plauge, brought upon her by one of the patients. Leprosy.
Welcome to the boiler room. You might even get to stay here! Feeling lucky ? People have burned to death here. When the asylum was first in works, this small room was constantly exploding. With patients inside. Now, the charred and mangeled souls still commit murders against its new residents. If we send you down, will you have to suffer the fate of so many before you ?
Shallow Bathing tubs. However small, they are still in use. The water may run rusty at times, don't get poisoned! They are shallow, but patients have still drowned, due to unknown causes. Don't be scared Ducky, it wont hurt.. much.
Regualr Bathing Tubs. [Same description as the Shallow Bathing Tub, only. Well. Less shallow. Of course.]
Crematorium.
Yet another way or torture. We may shove you in here, dead or alive. there really is no escape, the door is solid, and cannot be moved. Turn a lever and you'll be gone. Burning to a firey death. The inside is grime covered, and with that audiable click, you hear gasoline begin to pour. Its pouring over you. Mangle, wither. Scream. You wont escape. The souls will pull you down, help you burn.
