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I'm gonna need a steel katana…

Come in, Mission Control, do you read me? Over.

Some people got hurt by bad aliens, over.

Send more doctors, over.

Yeah, I don't think the doctors can help them, buddy…

"Enough with the sarcasm! He's just 10 years old… so were you, jackass!" I yelled to Level4. That was enough to shut him up. I then turned to Derpson.
"Ma'am… er, I mean… sir? Uh… man-lady… you're not getting any weapons!" All Derpson did to respond was glare at me.
I turned to the only two I could trust here.
"So… Vlad, Iran, is there any way to pass the time here?"
When I was here as a patient, security was worse than it was now. Patients, including me, would gamble our lives on Russian Roulette. We'd use the only revolver we had, the other revolver in my holster, and I somehow managed to survive every single time. Both of my revolvers were .44 Magnums, the most powerful handgun in the world at the time. It blew their heads clean off… and I watched them escape the reality of the hospital. Lucky punks…

OOC: Not all my posts will post the murders… some are just to have fun with the suspects!

I find it a little weird about how jace flipped off Iran, and died shortly after that.

Lil' edit:
Yo Mark, I need a steel katana because my wooden one ain't able to resist fire.

Aims both revolvers at Derpson
"Stand down, ma'am… sir… whatever the f*ck you are, or you get your head blown off!" I yelled to Derpson.

A small voice came from the group. Mike asked for some paper and something to write, to make notes for his project

Throws katana through an open window
F*ck being a ninja!

I noticed Mike needed paper, and so I ripped a piece from the checkboard. I handed it to him, and handed him a spare pen. "Digoxin, you want to work on a song as well?" I asked calmly. Before I could answer, the group went mad.

Pugz, will you stop being immature? Three people have died and we need to solve this case.

If anybody needs me, I'll be watching some videos on youtube.
How?

"thanks" Mike replied after receiving the paper. He then turned to Dicogin, and asked if he would like to also work on the project

Iran checks out the genetic profiles of the patients. She pulls out the file for Weasel. "Gene 43… 445.. 4463. Weasel has the recessive-recessive copies for this gene. This gene is associated with thinking about people like if they are objects. It is caused by the failure for some neurons to develop."
She put her hand on her head. "Ninety-percent of the cannibals, forty-percent of the psychopaths, and thirty-percent of the genocidals that have been tested have this gene." Iran quickly took out her smartphone. "It is most prevalent in Serbs, with 0.1% having the homozygous copies of the gene. Followed by Turks at 0.012%, and Jews at 0.001%."

After handing Mike the paper, he and Digoxin worked on their project. I turned my attention back on Iran. When I was involved in the murder spree back at the woods, I was only 16. Already I'm facing again another mad man, this one targeting people younger than I was. Everyone was raving, and it got me irritated. I couldn't stand it… they needed to shut up for me to think clearly.

>Serious acting like a plane
>Chowz babbling about evidence
>Derpson bothering about ninja
>Bitch, please…
>Level4 yelling at everyone's idiocy
>Robotnik holding a rock, shouting, "I have an Emerald!"
>Mark had enough
>"Shite! Everyone calm the f*ck down!" Mark yelled.
>Everyone sat down
>Everyone… but Spark
>"Spark, sit down." Iran said.
>He didn't move.
>Vlad stood up now, and repeated, "Spark, sit your ass down!"
>He remained still
>"Oh, now you're gonna get it!" Vlad replied.
>Mark stops him.
>Mark grew cautious
>taps Spark.
>Spark falls back
>Mark approaches him slowly, and sees nothing wrong at first
>sees thin blood trickle from mouth
>checks inside to find tongue severed and inner gum lines mutilated.
>"He's dead… he's been dead for some time!" Mark announced.
>"Looks like he stopped Sparkling…" Derpson said
>Mark groaned
>Twelve Days of Christmas remain…

"The cuts were small… they weren't anything a regular blade could do. His tongue was severed… that must've been done with a blade, but the gums… they were tiny incisions. How did the killer do this? I checked his name off the list:
Spark

It seems that he stopped Sparkling…
Any clues?

Wait, could the killer have cut Spark's gums with a sharp pen or something?
You gave Mike a spare pen, didn't you?
Was it a sharp one?

"I personally think that if anyone here did it, it wasn't Weasel, it was Derpson. Derpson also has that gene." Iran puts the file back into the cupboard. "Plus, Derpson is the one who is intelligent enough, and strong enough to commit the murders. Weasel is just a feeble-being who can barely stand up."

"Possibly Derpson did this…" I said, discreetly pulling out handcuffs. I then turned to Derpson herself.
"You seem to have a sick sense of humor for this… Iran, do you have Derpson's files, as well as Spark's?" I asked, and then suddenly handcuffed Derpson to his chair. S/he struggled to get free, but I had the keys.
"You're not going anywhere until we see your files… Iran?"
Iran was a geneticist… of course she would have them.

Alright guys sorry for being late, My name is…
Oh wait I'm dead…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

RIP Spark
"He farted"

OOC: Looks like you hit the bottom line, Spark…

“Plus, Derpson is the one who is intelligent enough, and strong enough to commit the murders."
"is intelligent enough, and strong enough to commit the murders."
"and strong enough to commit the murders"
"strong enough"

….

Do I look like a strong, muscular and intelligent person to you?

Iran highlights the gene specific gene in pink highlighter for everyone.
She teaches a bit of genetics to Mark, using a piece of paper. "BB means that they don't have the genes for the neural formation failure. Bb means that person is a carrier of the gene, but they aren't affected. bb means that the person is affected with this gene. The ones that have this pattern lack the dominant gene needed for neuron formation in a specific part of the brain."

She flips to page seven of her file. "For example, I am a BB. That means that I am neither affected, nor a carrier."

"Well, you were able to hold a steel katana like if it was made out of cardboard."

I said I WANTED one.
I was holding a wooden one, which was made out of not-so-much quality wood.

"Iran… where are those files?" I asked. She handed them to me… and I learned about the suspects more. BB… Bb… bb… I was fairly convinced I had Bb… but I wasn't sure exactly. I asked Iran how I could check, and she answered… "a blood sample." I hated needles… and everyone jested at that fact. I asked her to take my sample anyway while I read the files.

Chowz was an FBI agent… he could have done this…
Robotnik blabbers on about that hedgehog…
What about Level4? He hates everyone…
Mike and Digoxin were former musicians…
Alejandro was related to Medic… the asshole who killed everyone then…
Weasel's a crook…
Derpson was a deformed shemale…
There was a kid here… he's in danger, yet he's a nut case as well…
and the other two were the doctors.
Being around my own kind again… I feared I might have lost my sanity once more… and be trapped again where I was searching for the killer. The officers would shoot anyone who went outside… unless I contacted them. And I wouldn't until this sick freak was caught…

What really bothers me is how the killer is fast enough to do this without being noticed. What if he also planned this? He also seems to enjoy suffering. Burning, shocking, cutting…
I'm giving up hope, we're going to die
So fast, yet slow. We won't say goodbye
Fading into eternal bliss
our presence none shall miss
This is taking the best of me if I'm singing about it.
Markhaox14, if the killer were to choose me, and I find myself excruciating, please put me out of my misery…

OOC: Does this look unsure to you?

Soooo…. Are we gonna argue here while the real murderer gets another kill.
Or are we gonna finally get it done.

Now that I said this, the murderer will probably fall back to get me guilty.

See that little thing there? It's my Mactini, go get it.
And type the following in:
http://bit.ly/1298fsP

Iran rushes into the room where Mark is. "Mark, Mark! I have part of your genetic test results." She shows him the pages that have been printed out. "You seem to be at risk for Alzheimer, and you have a fifty-percent chance of developing cancer." She looked at Mark with a disturbed look, and then she laughed. "Thank God, you have BB. You don't have the disease, and you are not a carrier."

"Well, it appears that everyone is being crazy again," Level4outbreak says, "I think I'll just go over Dewey Decimal Numbers for a little while:

Main Class for History and geography is 900. History of specific countries in the modern world is 940-990. History of Europe is 940. Germany and neighboring Central European countries is 943. Austria and Lichtenstein is 943.6. Austria from 1918 to present is 943.605 which would be the Dewey Decimal Number for an item about the History of Austria. Main Class for Religion is 200…"
Level4outbreak does this for a couple of hours.

While Level4 is naming decimal numbers, Mike is working on his project, which will now become a collaboration with Dixagon. They chose to do this collab, to combine Mike's roots in extreme metal and Dixagon's past in more classic music. They're silently sitting there, murmering to make the lyrics, and making notes of the words

"Well… cancer doesn't matter to me, and I doubt I'll get it since I don't use any substances, and Alzheimer's isn't new to me. But… BB? Are you sure?" I asked Iran. She looed at me unsuredly.
"Well, I may have used the wrong sample…" she responded sheepishly.
I groaned and face-palmed myself. Other than me and the doctors, Level4 and the two musicians seemed to be the only passive ones here.

"Do you have any psychopathic parents?" Iran asks. "…because why do you doubt that it yours."
She picked up the newly printed pages. "It says that you are English on the genetic test. You are the only English person here." She looked at Mark. "You also lack any of the genes which suggest jewish ancestry, and half of the patients here are jews, and the other half have jewish grandparents." She looked at the page for physical features. "The gene test was correct about your hair, eye color, and it was correct about your nose shape."

For a second I thought I heard someone say "Dixagon". It's funny, because no one was talking at the moment, so it's my subconcious. I must be going crazy.

Let's deal with this rationally. The murder obviously knows something about pyrotechnics. Who would know about pyrotechnics in this group? Weasel doesn't fit the bill, but we have two musicians and a FBI agent. The musicians must know something about fuse boxes and pyrotechnics if they ever set up anything for their performances.

"Vlad, this situation is different! We're dealing with psychopaths here… anyone of them could be the killer…" Mark hid his suspicion of Vlad…
He also vaguely suspected Iran… she seemed too obsessed with body features and religion. He hated to admit it, but these two psychologists could have done it… he remembered in this situation, you couldn't trust anybody… no matter who they were…

… It's that blasted hedgehog… it's always that hedgehog…

They don't believe me… they all think…

… that I'm crazy…

They probably think I'm the killer…

… I'm not a killer!…

Am I?

… No, of course not… it's someone else…

Or rather… some other hedgehog…

… I'll roboticize them… I'll roboticize them ALL!!!

Want to know why? Because…

"Well, this went to shite quickly…" I said.
"Well… it really is your sample…" Iran said.
"Damn… I didn't think I was… I had schizophrenia before." I replied.
"Schizophrenia?" Vlad asked.
"Yeah… I was here before…" I explained slowly.
"So I heard… Russian Roulette didn't get you… I recognize the revolver." Vlad said.
"You worked here, I'm quite sure. You went under the name Aleksandr, didn't you? You feared some sort of anti-Russian patients, even though you weren't directly from the Iron Curtain."
"You remembered?"
"Yeah…"

>the patients all gathered in a circle around Jace's still burning corpse
>"Why haven't we put that out yet?" Iran asked.
>"Light!" the patients shouted, then ululated in unison.
>Robotnik talking about robots
>"You'll all be roboticized!" he shouts.
>Iran injects him with a syringe
>he falls asleep, snoring heavily.
>"Why couldn't we use that earlier?" Mark asked.
>"Eh… I don't know…" Iran replies
>suddenly, loud crash
>Derpson is missing, along with his/her chair
>Oh, f*ck…
>"Iran, you, Digoxin, Mike, Level4 and I need to track her down. Vlad, you stay here. You still have the radio?"
>"Yes."
>the five leave
>Vlad turns to others
>notices one laying on the ground
>walks over
>Marmot lay, bleeding from the center of the forehead…
>"Oh, come on!" Vlad shouts
>Ocean's Eleven remain…

(I'm confused, did I escape or am I still cuffed on the chair?
To make it clear, did someone abduct me or did I escape myself?)

Oh yeah, splitting off from the everyone else. That'll work out great in the end…

Iran fell down and cried. "I can… I can't die. I might die, but I shouldn't die…" She retrieved a locket from her purse. In the locket was a photo of a boy with short golden-brown hair. "Ha- hamed… I can't die. I made a promise to you."
She had a flashback.
-
Iran was near the gates of the forbidden area. She was searching for a way to get into that area. Many have tried to climb the high walls, but have failed and fell to their death. Iran tried to get in through the gates.
The gate was surrounded by the tubes you expect to see in a sci-fi flick. That was pretty impressive for a group of Aerian alchemists who have separated themselves from the rest of the world for four hundred years. Through trial and error, Iran figured out to put her fingers into a tube. Various lights flashed, showing mysterious alchemical symbols. How could these lights work? They did not look like light-bulbs. Rather, they looked like plates glowing with chemical reactions.
-
"Hamed, I met you there. You were the smartest one of them all, yet you didn't understand my rants about my party and creating humans better than the rest."

Mark notices her talking. "What party?"

"Never mind, I made a promise to someone to bring back knowledge to him."

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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!

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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

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Pugz, five people have died and I don't like how Weasel is looking at me. I say we tail him for a few moments, don't you agree. We have to be careful, or otherwise, we're dead.

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Day: 6

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.

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• Guy who is kinda cool: I'm scared of this guy. He's cool but very ominous. I can't seem to find it, he is quite dark and doesn't speak. I don't know what he's doing. He won't help me or find the killer.

• Quirky one: This guy was a funny guy with a stupid sense of humor. It kinda entertained me when he did the silly things, but then he died. He wouldn't have been much use for finding the murderer, and he probably wouldn't have helped me escape. Oh well, he was a great guy and I wish the murderer hadn't have killed him.

• Friendly man, Ivan: This was a man I didn't want dead! I kinda liked him, he would've became my good friend in this asylum and I want him to come back. He would've helped me escape this hellhole or find the murderer. He's a friendly guy too…I want him to come back.

• Faggot: He did nothing. He would do nothing, help no one or even show manners. He is totally insane, and should've stayed here longer because this place is for him.

• That lovable new guy with that nice picture: This guy was cool, even for a newbie. He didn't post very much, but I know he isn't insane and is just placed here because he got relocated to some strange hospital like me and that friendly man. I liked his image, and I think he would've helped me escape sometime.

• Girl: Iran is smart, but I don't know how she ended up here. She contributes to most conversations and helps the insane calm down. She had a tough time fitting into this site, but then later became more respectable and overall more liked. She kind of looks down upon me for liking to sit, and I kinda return the feelings. Apparently, she has someone outside of this asylum that she wishes to see, and that's why I would like to take her along with my escape. I kind of like this person because I think she's the most likely to find the killer with her said intelligence or help me escape. I kind of do not want her do die……..did I just write that? Oh well, I'm taking her and Vlad to escape, I must.

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• Meanie: He threatened me because I didn't recognize him. I think he won't help with finding the killer or help me escape. He is what I call him. A meanie. He's also insane, like most of the people here. I think he hates me.

• Space kiddo: This kiddo is cute. I don't care if he won't help with the finding of the killer or help me escape, but he's very adorable and keeps me entertained. I want to keep him in the hospital with me for longer because he's so innocent with his space stuff!…but he doesn't really know what is going on…I don't want him to die soon!

• Vlad, the guy I want to escape with: Vlad! I like this guy! He's just like me, cool and collected and wants to end this sick game. I want to escape with this guy with the girl because we aren't crazy and we deserve to live. He will probably find the murderer because he knows what he's doing, and I hope he doesn't die. Along with the space kiddo and the girl. We must escape! Stay alive!

• Insane doctor: He is like the faggot. But he shows some manners, but that isn't why I call him a faggot. He is the most insane person here I think, but he's also the most quietest. He shows that he can keep cool but he blabs on about this blue hedgehog. Sanic? was it? Or something like that. He doesn't do much, and probably won't help with my escape.

• Theft of Catnip: She is another girl that died before the thread started. She is frowned upon. She would've made good friends with the faggot. I could have used her to make my craft to escape. She dislikes me and wishes for me to die. I for one, dislike that. I'm not terrible, am I? Or am I too judgmental?

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"Mu-Mike…" Weasel whispers.
"Do you…have an escape plan?" he says curiously.
"If…you do can I please help? I'm no setback or anything, I want to escape and leave… I'll help with anything of your needs, and I'll give you my eraser if you make any mistakes…"

"P-p-puh-please….?" Weasel stammers quietly.

"Ehm, sure, I guess" Mike replies.
"I don't really have an escape plan, though"
continues on the project, while playing on his accoustic guitar

"Iran… go back with the others to the therapy room." I told her. She and the others complied, and I was alone. I made my way through the corridors, but couldn't find Derpson. I heard some sort of clanking, and immediately decided to head away from it. People will do that to get an easy kill…
I never finished my thought as I felt a nasty sting to my neck. I quickly checked, and felt a needle of some sort. "Bloody hell…" I said, before I fell over.

>Mark awakes in padded room
>"What happened?"
>sees revolvers and radio on wall
>distorted voice plays
>"Welcome back, Mark…"
>"Who the f*ck is this!?"
>"Doesn't matter… only what happens to everyone else matters…"
>What was he talking about?
>"Yep… you made the mistake of leaving Vlad alone… and so I caught everyone like the monkeys they were… and arranged them for you to witness their deaths…"
>"You sick bastard… where are they at!?"
>"Look to the window on your right…"
>Mark turns
>sees Serious
>eyes widen
>it's an old gas chamber!
>Mark bangs on window
>"Get out! Get out now!"
>Serious shakes his head
>"The nice man told me the aliens would go away in here…"
>"Who!?"
>hears hissing noise
>Serious coughing… then collapsing moments later
>Mark goes back shocked, and padded room door opens
>"Like I said… arranged…"
>Mark watched in horror as Serious died in front of him
>this guy must really hate children…
>"F*ck… you… Derpson!" Mark yells
>the voice responds only by laughing
>Ten… (insert reference here) Remain…

I… I just watched a child get murdered… in front of me. I walked out of the room, checking both my pistols…they were loaded. Derpson had to be doing this, I thought to myself. I didn't think anyone else could at the time…
I made my way through the corridors… slowly. I didn't want everyone's death to come so quickly…
I looked out a window, and saw it was daylight. Makes things easier to see, I guess.

Captain's log, cannot reachhh
hel

lmet.

"Damn that Derpson McHerpenstein!" Iran screams. "What he has done to Serious, Hitler should've done to his parents!"
She then walks to a chest from the 1940's labeled forbidden. "It's locked." She then takes out a master key, and makes easy work of the lock. "I've never thought I'd need these."

The chest contained several gasmasks, with hard rubber catsuits. Iran takes one of the outfits into the bathroom. She returns five minutes later, but instead of wearing her grey trench coat with matching pants, she is wearing a tight black suit with black gloves, black boots, and a gasmask. She feels quite exposed standing in front of everyone with tight clothes, so she puts on her trench coat.
After she buckles her thick black belt, she hands Mark, Mike and Vlad the other outfits. "Sorry…" She says to everyone else. "…we don't have enough outfits."

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Day 7

Today I have terrible news. The space kiddo died today by a old gas chamber. The gas chamber might have stayed active, and I do not think the murderer planned it out. If it was the murderer who sought after the kiddo's life….let's just say when I get him, I'll interrogate him in the brutal way possible. The space kiddo was adorable, and I didn't want him to go. Even if he was a bit crazy. Oh well, my plans still can go accordingly.

Mike let me help him with his project, but I realize that it's not an escape plan or related. I can't focus on unimportant things, so I abandoned him. I'll still let him use my eraser time to time. Oh well, time to start thinking of the blue sheets cool thing I'm starting. I'm also starting to know everyone's names as Iran is speaking to them.

Iran was treating us, I guess in the therapy room. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I'll never be crazy and my past was not crazy! I do not need to be "fixed"! I just need my plans to get out! Why can't anyone understand I could escape and take them with me?

Also, everyone seems to have an uncomfortable with Herpson. She does look threatening because she's probably the most crazy. But I think the ominous guy or the guy I don't have a comfortable presence with are helping or are the murderers. I'm scared of them, but not when it comes to intimidation. Lets just say I don't want to be with them, or take them in my escape.

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People left:

Guy I don't have a comfortable presence with
Me
Mike
Herpson McDerp or what was it?
Literature geek
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Ominous guy
Quirky one
Ivan, the friendly man
Faggot
That lovable new guy with that nice picture
Iran
Suicidal
Captain Weber, space kiddo
Vlad
Dr. Insane

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Now I feel kinda bad about making fun of the kid previously…