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Date Posted: 10:04:48 02/22/06 Wed
Author: Rara
Subject: mentallydisturbed









Dr. Clain sat there, she was head of the department and the top shrink in this place. You were reeeally crazy if you had her, that must of meant I was a real wack job. I sat there, my mind wondering and Dr. Clain spoke in her melo soft voice, "tell me what you remember", she kept asking me day that same thing every day and I just can't find it in my mememory; until today.

What I remember; what do I remember... Thats a hard one. Well, for starters I remember voices, many, many voices. One of them was a female, another voice was a male, both were older. They told me things all the time, sometimes they bothered me. Her name was Suzy, and his name was Tim; they dominated over the others. Yes, the others- there is Sarah, Katie, and Johnny. They all speak to me. Sometimes they keep me up at night telling me to do things I don't want to do, and the only thing I can do to have them stop is... Do what they say.

I thought i was crazy, well I told i am crazy. But they are real, I hear them. . I can't see them but i swear they are there. But, again what do i remember? I remember the voices telling me to do the worst thing possible. I didn't want to do it becuase i know it was wrong... But they pushed me and wouldnt leave me alone until it was done. That is why I took the knife, that is why I stabbed them each 16 times in the chest, that is why I did what i did; that is why I killed my family- That is why I am here.




The Role Playing purpose of Dysfunctional

If you want to be a part of this game, you must have the ability go let your mind go wild. Each character will have a unique personality and story to tell. Patients will build friendships with other patients in their wards, they will cause trouble, harrass others, create choas and enjoy the mental state they are in. The nurses in the ward will build friendships with other nurses both male and female and they will try their very hardest to maintain the comfort of the hospital and the safey of the patients well being.


Warnings
Rated PG 13 Game

Graphic content inside.

DYSFUNTIONAL






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