Weasel

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Location: Doing weasely things.

Joined Jul 09, 2012 at 09:20PM EDT

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Post something like a complement or a love note.

I don’t care.
Just do something here.

Weasel is a weasely person that likes to weasel and rustle your weasels.

This weasely handsome fellow is a German Canadian cat. This sexy, slim and handsome sly cat loves to weasel your jimmies. I also…kinda worship Amanda B…

- Murder threads
- Frozen treats
- Amanda B.

I LOVE THE MURDER THREADS

- Anyone who opposes me for the slightest of things.
- Enraged emotions that are directed to me after a harmless joke.
- Shoving fandoms in my weasely face.
- Anyone who hates cats, not simply dislikes them, downright hates cats.
- Very loud autoplaying profile music.

Need to be more weasely, sneaky and overall more disliked. Want to participate in more murder threads.

- I think cats are still the best fandom.
- I kinda…want a custom title.
- I hate long threads longer than Longcat. (Act as Avatar thread)
- I has no opinion on trolls.
- I hate snooping people.
- I have a PS3 profile, and I want you to play with me on COD.

‘SamuelKaiser’ without quotations, case sensitive. I have a microphone and everything. I’m quite literally a great player.

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Weasel’s Story.

Where am I? And how did I get here? I don’t like it here. People are staring at me in a weird fashion.

Okay, I think I have the layout to this place. Drinking fountains are over there…the bathrooms in that direction…the rooftop is that way from the ladder…there is also a old gas chamber and an old electric chair room. It’s odd because I get an ominous feeling. That isn’t as ominous as that geek who reads that book a lot.

I have a list of the people that are here. In this order:

Some handsome guy
I don’t like him as much
Me
Guy who talks about horses
Girl?
Geek
Guy who talks abour war
Another good looking guy
Quirky dude
A guy who doesn’t look crazy
Very crazy
Young guy
A smart looking girl
An adorable child
Very good looking man
A doctor

Day 1:

I’m in this weird hospital with complete strangers. They don’t look healthy, in fact crazy. I don’t like it here very much. Well, there is this one lady who looks to be smart, and I think I enjoy her company. I brought snacks and fruits in my backpack as well as this notebook. I find it odd that I like to be around this girl because she seems smart. I don’t enjoy anyone else’s company except that schizophrenic dude with that revolver, who is stunning, and that guy who wants to suicide. I was freaking out like a wild monkey. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Someone died today too, and it was a guy. Maybe he died because he was crazy. I’m not shocked, people die. It’s life.

Day 2:

Today I heard of craziness happening. I didn’t see much of anything because they think I’m a moron, and had to stay behind. I’m not a moron, I’m not DESIGNED to be a moron! At least I’m off the radar for this turn. Apparently the faggot died today. Possibly abusing his medication or something. I did completely nothing but doodle a box in a separate page, but the box in four dimensions. I can’t believe I wasted a page on a box. Anyways, they came back and we all regrouped. I felt lazy today and I decided to not record much of what happened.
They described what happened to that faggot, it was gruesome and bloodchurning. This seems like Deja-vu! I’m getting pretty scared by this turn of the events.
I think I’ll die earlier, but that’s me.

Day 6

Oh I found you, sweet notebook!
Ummm, for the past few days it’s happening again. Sorrow and torture. Three have passed since I’ve last written to you notebook, and it’s getting pretty scary because I think I’m next. I’m raising awareness around this terrible playground of insane patients, when I’m not one! I’m trapped here in this asylum, and I’m going to plot my escape out soon.
Three dead since I saw you notebook. First is the friendly man, than the quirky one, and that lovable new guy with that nice picture. Sooner or later, I think I’ll die. They don’t deserve to die, and I think I could have been escaped this place with them. I miss them, mostly the friendly man because he could’ve helped me big time with the blue prints drawing.
The killer is grisly and leaves next to no clues. He is sloppy with the character selection, but he gets the job done. I have no clue why I am even here, I just like to write and draw things. I have been sneaky and I guess they put me here because I look and my presence is ominous to them. I’m a lovable guy! I’ll make good friends with anyone! I’ll even assist the killer!…But I want to escape…
ALSO, I’M NOT A CROOK!
I just happen to be a bit manipulative, and I should not be here!

People left:

Guy I kinda dislike
The sexy and handsome, as well as amazing dude
Pony dude
The cross-eyed confused who doesn’t know which gender he/she is
Literature geek
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Guy who is kinda cool
Quirky one
Friendly man
Faggot
That lovable new guy with that nice picture
Girl
Serious guy
Guy I want to escape with
Dr. Faggot

I’ll give a rundown of these people in this “hospital”.

Guy I don’t have good company with: This guy isn’t my sip of tea. I just have no idea but I just dislike him. Not as much as the faggot, but I still kind of dislike him. Maybe I can manipulate him to help me in my escape. He seems smart, but he thinks he is smarter than he really is. Still, I could get him…to…

Me: Weasel is not crazy. He is most certainly not a maniac and simply wants to leave this crazy place and keep recording notes in life.

Pony dude: This guy isn’t very into these turn of events. I’m scared that he’s going to make a move and screw us up. I don’t think he’ll do very much of anything other than screech like a monkey for the following turns. He does nothing out of the ordinary but be a normal insane dunce.

The cross-eyed girl: I think someway she can help me escape. Or that she’s the murderer. I can’t put my finger on it, I don’t know what she’s planning or thinking because she’s a dummy-head. She has a short fuse after Mark’s claims that she was a he before the relocation, and gets into somewhat of many fights. I think I dislike her more than Iran, the more stable of the group. Derpson won’t help me escape I don’t think, and she’s certainly crazy enough to be here. I have a burning desire to take her out with my pencil tip.

Literature geek: Proclaims to like reading, but doesn’t read my fucking books and past notes. I want to bash his face in because he doesn’t take interest in MY BOOKS. He claims to be smart in this facility but I think that’s wrong. He’s just a librarian in training and does not help looking for the murderer. I also don’t think he’ll help me escape. He probably wants me dead or something. Or he wants my eraser.

Captain Douglas J Falcon: I miss him. He could have located the murderer but he’s gone. I have no opinion other than his spirit left a message containing it was bull feces when he died. He likes talking about war which unsettled me at first.

Day 10 I think:

Iran was sleepwalking and screaming in her sleep. I don’t know, she was dreaming or something. This place maybe hit her hard in the mind. She just walked around looking pretty cute and funny not knowing where she was going. She bumped into a pillar and didn’t care. It was fun to watch her.
Later, she went to a walled off area…and went back to sleep…in the corner…
She’s okay…it’s just…
What..

She also crushed a beautiful green beetle when she was sleepwalking. That cruel girl.

So..then…Robotnik died, and I got freed by Dixogin. That magnificent man got me out of that place. I’ve got my backpack here, and then I ate some of my crackers and drank some soda. It was a good snack, or meal I should say. I felt good today, but it’s still delaying my death. The project has gone no where and I made a few objects with the engine and tanks. I made some sort of electric bomb with the engine’s motor and gasoline. I don’t know what I’ll do with that. With the vial of mercury, It’s leaking a bit and I’m still deciding when I’m going to use it. Also, when will I end? I’ll probably stay on the roof the whole time so I can die honorably and beautifully. I mind how I die. Is that weird? Nevermind, I’m going to stay here.

Rumors of a strip search were had. I didn’t want anyone to flash me their junk. Maybe Iran’s, but I would’ve hated it. I’m going to make some more things and a bed out of the materials of the project. The roof is my house I guess, and I like it a bit.

Also, Mark repeated himself but the first time saying color, colon, blue or something like that. Crotoa did the same, but with red replacing blue and not repeating himself. I almost died laughing.

Patients left:

HEAVEN ALMIGHTY
Chowzburgerz
Me
Mike
Derpson McHerp
Level4OutBreak
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Alejandro
Captain Spark
Ivan
Jace
Marmot
Iran
Captain Weber
Vlad
Robotnik

Oh, I’m runnin’ out of pages.

Day 11 maybe:

My saviour died today. I liked that guy. Digoxin died when he was unarmed by the killer, and the people I thought were killers aren’t the people I suspect now.

I have done completely nothing and just watched the afternoon on the top of the roof, and it was majestic. The birds were chirping and the bees were landing on the trees. I wanted to get out to experience the nature that is kept from me in the asylum. I feel that the people who died’s spirits are watching me now. I’m rustled a bit. I completely know the layout of the hospital, even the basement. I don’t think anyone has gone to the basement but me. Nothing of use is there and it’s a bit creepy and smells bad. Meanwhile, I looked in the barrels and crates up here in the roof and it contains clothes. A lot of clothes. I don’t want clothes. It feels like Christmas when I was a little boy.

I don’t feel like writing a list of the patients anymore because it wastes space and pages.

Still recovering pages.