Everybody dies...

Um, hi. This is George here with a tiny little request. If anyone is lacking in plans for the afternoon (I guess it's the afternoon), would you mind looking for a square underground cell with walls and floor made of stone a low ceiling and a late electricity bill?

We're stuck down here. I don't think there are windows or doors, either. So far it's not that bad, we're not dead yet and nobody's been stripped off their clothes, but this is getting ridiculous.

Thank you.

That's l33t spe4k (leet speak) mixed up with badly educated teenagers on Twitter, everybody. Pretty sure. Our 'host' is an internet addict douchebag.

[Private to the Doctor]

Doc, I'm sorry to ask you this, but Sid suggested it and honestly I'm freezing and I don't know what to do. Can't you come out to help me out with Fake!Sid? I'll explain better when you get here. Someone who looks like Sid but isn't him, basically, but I can't just leave him here, he's confused and alone, and so far harmless.

I know I should probably run, or leave him here and stop caring, but I can't. He looks just like Sid, only brainless.

We're near the Carnival, I think. Yeah, we are, it's just behind me, a mile or two away.

[/Private]

Anybody care to come out to the Carnival and help me deal with this guy who looks like Sid but isn't him? Because if I drag him away from here I don't know how he'll react, but I can't just leave him here. But I'm fucking freezing.

Did anybody give Sid drugs?! Psychotropic drugs? The 'good shit'?

He's all fucked in the head, like he can't remember who he is let alone where he is or who I am.

[Private]I don't want to be here anymore. Not that I wanted before. Now I've just kinda had it. I'm done. And if I can't go then I don't wanna be a part of some creepy-ass's experimentation fun time, and I'm walking away. Or staying put, whichever fits. Fuck this. That thing isn't getting any reaction out of me anymore.[/Private]

Social experiment indeed.

Oh, heroic poet how your heroics and poetry make me tingly.

There is no hero more heroic than you, and no poet more poetic than you either.

Superman and Rimbaud?

They have nothing on you.

( Private )

So. Anyone else wake up naked next to a stranger, or was it just me? And if it was just me, please forget I mentioned this, let's not talk about this again or I might want to die again.

To Sam: Hey, Sam, were those aspirins you took drugged? Because I'm starting to think mine could've been.

What the FUCK is this alarm thing, and why does it keep going off like fucking fire hazard warning?! Fuck you, whoever's doing this. Fuck you!

You know how I rarely give a shit about anything, and how I'm calm and collected except when people sleep with me and then leave like fucking children and I can't believe I'm still bitter about that in most situations?

Knowing someone was found dead and ripped apart beyond recognition is sort of cramping my style. I'm very positively freaking out. Wasn't there a bunch of people who were going to try and get us the fuck out of here? Any progress on that?

Edit At least this place could have a decent liquor store, or bar. I'm not one to drink myself into oblivion but it sure as hell would work right now. I feel way too sober for this reality.

Fucking animals, fucking place, fucking weather.

I. Need. To. Shower. And not in the rain. Or yes in the rain but with STUFF TO WASH MYSELF WITH. FUCK.

( I'm sooooooooo f*cked! )