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I made my way through the corridors… but I couldn't find anyone else. I saw a box in the corner, labeled with the phrase… "forbidden." I peered inside, and noted it was busted open. Inside was a gas mask… I decided to take the only one left inside. There were also a matching black latex suit, but I wasn't into those fetishes that Iran had, so I left them there. All I needed was the mask.
I continued my way through the facility… looking for anybody. I knew all the appliances this hospital had… there were many torture and execution devices here that worked even with the power off…

Iran appeared in front of Mark. "It's not a fetish, it's necessity. These rubber suits can protect you from knife stabs, and guns. It's not latex, it's impenetrable rubber. You need five hundred pounds of force to poke a millimeter-sized hole in one of these." She handed a suit to Mark, and forced him to pull it onto his clothes. "It's for your own safety, now wear these boots and gloves." Iran hands him black metal combat boots and matching gloves.

Knife in her hand, Iran stabs herself. The knife bounces back and falls near the wall. "Proof enough?"

Poor kid, he wanted to live his dreams, but he went through a terrible fate. Weasel is still suspicious of me. I'll be suspicious back.

Robotnik addresses Mark.

Excuse me, are you one of the servants of His Highness, King Maximillian Acorn?

My name is "Julian Kintobor of the House of Ivo." I'm the Warlord of the King's Royal Army; you may call me "Julian."

I require use of this facility's lavatory, as my own accommodations are hardly befitting for a servant of the King.

Mike looks up from his guitar playing
"what the…?" He asks himself
shrugs, continues playing

NO. IT'S… It's not… It… Can't be, right…? No, it's… I can't… I can't believe it's… Happening again… Medic… Why… Please stop this Hell… Please…

"Necessity for you, maybe, but not for me. Unlike you, Iran, I am not afraid of death anymore…" I said casually. She seemed to be confused as I again refused the suit.
"When you've seen everyone die around you, you lose the fear of death. Besides, if it's not a fetish, why is there a whip and rubber ball in here as well?" I asked.
She was shocked to hear that, and she checked in the box. She seemed surprise to see the items in the box, and I chuckled. But it was only for a moment.
"Hand it to someone who needs it… not me."
She needed to stay close… and we needed to find the other patients and Vlad… if they were still alive.

I awoke in a dark, somewhat musty environment. A lot like my former office here, in fact. Whoever had knocked me out and brought me here hadn't done a very good job, as the door to the hallway was still ajar. I checked for a trap near the door, but found nothing. Walking out into the hallway, there was still nothing. No windows, no people, no immediate threats to my own survival.

I walked for a long time, probably two hours, before I chanced upon a window. It was a bit high up, but I figured my natural "grace" and "finesse" would make it so I didn't horribly injure myself. Who dares wins, I guess.

Dropping out of the window, I managed to land with little injury to myself. I was outside the building and that was good. I walked out the gate, and slumped down onto a nearby bench. The murderer couldn't touch me now, and I was going to end this all. I began to run towards the nearest police station. I was going to bring this psychopath to justice.

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Today is the day I start to make my plans.
I'll need four eight things.

• Rigging/Rope
• Power Tanks
• Engine
• Wood and steel
• Light aerodynamic material
• Control Valve
• Uniforms
• Fuel

I have my plans thought out, I need to have someone work on my design. The roof is where my plan is going underway. I have four of the things I need, and I would want someone to find those parts for me. This place should have some engines and piping. There must be at least some fuel around here to get me off of this damn place, and I need to escape so I won't die.

I would like to take Vlad with me, and maybe Iran. They should at least help me find some of these items for the escape plan. I really want to take Vlad because he has a revolver on him, and that would prove useful if anyone interferes with the plan. Iran could help because she can rig the engine or help with the wiring together if she would. We must escape so we can survive this place.

I'm going to go find some rigging, I think I saw some in the floor below me, until then, I hope someone catches this message.

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Ah, I found the rigging and the control valve. I took the rigging I found in the floor below me, and I found the control valve by taking apart a generator. Don't worry, the generator just took out the gas chamber lights where Captain Weber died. That poor soul…I'll escape for him…

I feel like sobbing over his death for some unexplained reason…I loved that boy so much. I wanted to take him, even if he is a bit crazy. He's so adorable about his little space things… But I can't live in sorrow, I must execute the plan.

I've attached my control valve, hopefully it doesn't delay my game (reference), but I got it to be wired into my creation. The wood and the steel is in good position, a bit too good. I also found a vial of mercury in the place where I found my rigging. How strange, I could use that to freak Iran or the literature geek because they probably know what the element does to them. Oh well, I added the control valve. I need someone to help me with the rigging so I can hold the wings of my project together.

There has to be fuel here, I can't find a substitute and I think I saw some around here but someone took it. Wait…did it get used after Ivan's death? Aw cock, I must've been to late to make claims to the gasoline. I'm so sure there are some around here. Someone must find some and get an engine for me. We'll escape this place. We have to.

Things needed:

• Engine
• Fuel

Erased

I need to execute the plan with no hints. Thanks Literature geek for reminding me. I'm taking you because you're so helpful. Finally, you read what I actually write, thank you. Therefore I don't hope you get killed tomorrow 'cause I like you a bit now. (can you find some fuel for me?)

Also, today I heard the news, Vlad escaped but is custody. Therefore, I might need to leave myself to escape because this isn't going to get me far. When did he leave? I didn't see him!...Damn! I won't get that revolver! I wanted to take him with me to escape to a free life but I can't because he isn't here. I wish I saw him once more. I guess I can mark him as dead now.

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Patients remaining:

Guy I have an odd feeling about, and he returns feelings so I dislike him more
Me
Mike
Derpson
Literature geek
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Ominous dude
Quirky one
Ivan
Faggot
That lovable new guy with that nice picture
Iran
Captain Weber
Vlad
Dr. Faggot
Suicidal

The suicidal man is good as dead to me because he's probably going to take his life or the killer takes his.

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I hope neither me, Vlad, or Iran dies today because I want to take them.

You know Weasel, as soon as someone says something like that, those people are more than likely the ones who are probably going to die next. But hey, what could possibly go wrong?

The sergeant saw Vlad escape, and under my orders earlier, fired upon him. He fell over, and the officers rushed him. They surrounded him, guns at the ready… In case he stood up. They shot him in the leg once, and he was still alive, but in pain. The sergeant contacted me on the radio. "Mark… We got one runner. Still kicking."
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Dr. Vlad…" he responded.
"Keep him under surveillance… and don't let him leave!" I ordered.
And so the sergeant locked him in the squad car, officers on either side, mocking a jail of some sort for Vlad. No one was leaving that easily…

I turned to Iran. "Your friend tried to leave… and now he's under lock and key by the officers outside."
"Is he all right?" Iran asks.
"He's just fine… for now…" I responded. We continued through the facility.

>Go through hallways…
>silent
>Iran get's bored
>"What are we doing, exactly?" she asks
>"Looking for the others…" Mark answers
>continue until radio cracks again
>"Hello… can you hear me, Mark?" it asks
>"Unfortunately…" Mark answers
>"Continue about twenty more steps…"
>Mark does so
>sees window
>looks in to see a room filled with electric chairs
>one is strapped to a car battery
>sitting on it is Alejandro
>Mark pulls out revolver, shoots glass
>both Iran and Mark head in
>"Pull the right switch, now, to release him…" the voice says
>"But the other will kill him… painfully…" it continued
>two switches on wall
>Mark contemplates which one to pull
>"Do you know which it is?" Alejandro asks
>"Uh… yeah… it's marked on here…" Mark lies
>thirty minutes later…
>"Anytime now!" Alejandro yells
>pulls the left switch
>Alejandro reacts violently, screaming in agony…
>Mark and Iran awkwardly look away as he dies slowly
>finally slumps
>pulls other switch, locking mechanism opens, releasing Alejandro's corpse
>"Oh… look… it was this one…" Mark says sheepishly, laughing pathetically afterwards
>No shit, Sherlock…
>Nine Cat's Lives Remain…

OOC: P.S., if anyone got the reference to where the death was from, bravo to you!
And Weasel, Vlad is not dead… he's still in this game…

Iran finds Weasel's notebook. After reading what he had to say, and becoming teary eyed, she writes a bit in his notebook.

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Death is so sad, isn't it.
If you die, please give this message to Dr. Israel*.
-
Dr. Israel,
You are a true artist. Without you, humans wouldn't evolve. Disabilities would mock free.
Suffering would be exaggerated.
You bring meaning to the term "survival of the fittest".
Without you, nobody would survive.

My Angel,
I love you.
And I hate,
those that try to be you,
such as this murderer.

You are the only one who can decide who should die.
You are the artist. Your canvas is the Earth. Pigment is DNA.

Israel, I'm not afraid of you.
I adore you. I'm in love with you.

Together we will paint a beautiful masterpiece.
I will paint flowers. If you don't like my art, you can erase it, and I won't mind.

For you are the Angel of Death.
-
*Dr. Israel is the Angel of Death in Persian mythology.

People… everywhere… dying… hate that hedgehog…

… someone… killing… people… everyone…

I… I can't… conquer… Mobius… stuck here…

… what have I… become?…

Mark, why didn't you pick the right switch? I knew the answer, but you didn't listen to me. Because of your foolish choice, Alejandro is dead. I should arrest you.

This hadn't gone exactly as planned.

Here I was, inside a squad car with a gunshot wound in my leg. I was thinking about what to do to get away from these basket cases and listening to the steady fall of rain on the roof when a call came over the scanner. Mark had killed another one of my former patients. I needed to get out of here. Now.

I talked with the Sargent for a bit. Noting that I obviously had no part in the murders and that I had just found five-hundred dollars that belonged to him, he decided to release me. I walked over to the car I used to enter this damn hospital and got in, and started driving. I didn't stop until I reached the nearest International Airport, where I boarded a flight for London to get as far away as I could from these psychos.

After around an hour, I boarded the plane and we took off. I still had my Ukrainian passport and my briefcase, containing all the important documents I brought over from my Berlin office. Soon, we left US airspace. I had finally escaped, and nobody could catch me now. I had also decided to toss whatever documents I had related to the "Hell Hospital" case in my incinerator when I got home. Nobody could ever know what had transpired over the past few days.

OOC: I'm not sure what I should do next. Weren't we all lost? Can I just make my story?

OOC: I killed another patient? No… I didn't kill… I manslaughtered! There's a huge difference!
Yeah, you're all lost in the hospital… except for Vlad, apparently. Oh, he beckons to fate and temptation… I hope the killer chooses his next target wisely…
And who said we were in the U.S.?

OOC: It's going to be pretty challenging to kill somebody when they're across an ocean.

>Vlad flies home
>laughs
>feels a stomach ache
>ignore
>drives to countryside
>burns files in huge bonfire
>laughs more
>feels stomach ache again
>heads home
>forgot he had radio
>turns it on
>somehow works across Europe
>brags to Mark about how he escaped
>Only hear a bleep on the other end, followed by the word "you"
>leaves radio on
>he laughs even more
>stomach hurts again
>this time he checks
>opens shirt
>sees crude stitching
>inside is a glowing blue device
>eyes widen
>You are now f*cked…
>object turns red, and as it does, Vlad explodes into millions of gibs in a fiery explosion
>radio still on
>Mark and Iran hear explosion
>Mark slowly turns to Iran
>"Looks like he… booked the wrong flight…" Mark says
>

Iran yells out excitedly in agreement
>epic high five
>Figure Eight remain…

Well, it just goes to show you that this killer must have been an expert in demolitions… I still suspected Derpson, but now I suspected Chowz as well. The killer obviously wanted everyone dead as well. I still wonder how he killed Vlad from across the country… but I let it go. We continued through the hospital until we found Level4, Mike, Robotnik, Weasel and Digoxin strapped to electric chairs. Luckily, the switches were actually marked this time, and we freed them. But now Chowz and Derpson were still on the loose, and it could be either one of them… we need to stick together, or we'll all die.

"I doubt it was Chowz, because he has a heteroyzygous version of the gene. Plus, if he was the killer, he would've not told you how to save Alejandro. He would've stayed silent, so nobody suspects him." Iran cracks her knuckles. "Chowz is just a douchebag who wants to spit in your face by telling you 'I told you so'. He might have known how this works by watching films."

No… I… I promised I'd die laughing and… And screaming… Screa… Screaming…

Pugz, it seems that Iran hates me for some reason. Derpson should be the main suspect, but I'm looking at Iran. I don't trust women that often. Chowz looked at Iran. Iran, I'm placing you and Derpson as the main suspects.

So, Mark… what are we going to do now?

I sighed… "We do what we should've done since the beginning. Level4, you're completely right. We need to stick together, and find both Derpson and Chowz."
I had something of use in my holsters… not my guns… but something else of value for defense. Actually, two things.
I handed one of them to Level4. "That's a taser. Use it in case you see either of them."
He nods, and pockets the defense tool. I hand the other to Mike. "Tranquilizer dart gun. Same case…"
He nods as well. I turned to Digoxin. "Iran, hand him that latex suit. He'll need it."
"It's not a fetish!" she accuses yet again.
I only nodded in conception. She handed it to Digoxin. "Alright… let's see which one we bag and tag first…"

Iran leads the group into a tunnel. "He is probably lurking in these tunnels, because, it's the last place he'd expect us to go. Not many people know of this secret place, which is why it was the ideal place for my laboratory."
Everyone walks into the laboratory. Bits of glass were on the ground. "Part of the reason that I dealt with working with these people was not because I liked doing genetic analysis on them, but that I sometimes secretly did genetic analysis on others. Such as, the embryos as part of the plan to create the Master Race." She sat down on the floor. "But…" Tears swelled up her eyes. "…the embryos… ….they are…" She paused, then whispered. "…dead."

The jars where her Master Race resided were all shattered. A lot of her and her party's work work was done for nothing. "It's the equivalent of nuking a big city." Iran's statement was partially correct. The lab was like a whole nation. The great leader was Iran. She and her party would make all of their decisions.
--
Flashback Scene:

"My Leader, I have found a perfect place for your lab for making the master race."
"Oh, Souroush. Thank you. Our party can advance with this."
"You just have to have an excuse to go to this institution."
"Perhaps, we can do some research on idiocy, and sugar-coat it with twin research."

Digoxin looks at the dead embryos, thinking how disgusting they looked, but something else caught his attention.
"I think I need a weapon too. Give me a minute or two."
He got his lighter and grabbed an empty insecticide spray, a bottle of alcohol, tape, and a pencil.
While the rest of the team wondered what he was doing, he built a flamethrower.
"I won't find a candle here, so I'll use my handy lighter as the source of fire. But it will take a second to light it, so it won't be the big deal.
You guys won't mind if I carry this around, right?

In my head… at that moment… I was thinking to myself…

"Sure!" I said. "Keep it!"
Level4 pulled me aside. "Are you daft!? Why did you let him have a flamethrower!?"
"Don't worry… it's always the over-prepared ones that die first…" I whispered to Level4.

"My Master Race!" Iran sat there crying for a long time, before she was cheered up by Mark.
"Don't worry, you can always start up from the beginning." Mark put his hands on her shoulder.
Iran was teary-eyed. "But… but… it was my only…" Suddenly she had a change of mind. She cleaned her nose with a tissue and stood up.
"It is not the small things that matter." She spoke powerfully. "It's the knowledge that I've gained that counts!"
Everyone stood in awe as she was giving a speech.
"I should make my project more large-scale. Forget being afraid of judgement. I will stand up high and proud. My party will not be limited by a little laboratory!" She raised her left hand in a fist. "We will do as we have done in this lab, but to civilization!"
She stopped giving a speech, and sat on a chair. "I have found a new path." She said calmly.

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Day 8?

I've decided to raise Iran's hopes up by writing a fake love letter. On the next page. Eventhough it will take a page of this notebook up, It'll be a good laugh. I'm going to be poetic and lovey.

ANYWAYS, down to business. I've been searching for crates of fuel, very little to find in this huge asylum. I think no one wants me to escape this prison. At least it has food, and I added the fuel to the contraption. The fuel is gasoline, but very little. The flight I have to make can barely make it to the plains, and I think I can't hold anyone else unless they so happen to find a gasoline crate. I really advise anyone reading this notebook to find a gasoline canister so I can take them with me. The Icarus is almost ready for flight. I found it, the engine and it is working fine. I'm so close to the end.

Vlad died, I lost count of the days. I can't speak very fluently because all of my voice volume is muffled by the insane's loud and obnoxious voiced. Alejandro was his name, and it seems that he passed before Vlad. I really wanted Vlad's pistol in case of interference, but I guess it's not happening.

I'm taking flight the next day, beautiful skies on the rooftop. I have a makeshift parachute from the curtains of the windows, able to save me and slow down my falling speed if I manage to crash. I have Captain Weber's space helmet, that poor kid, so that I won't be too damaged if I hit a bird if that ever happens. I must go prepared.

Wish me luck!

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Shit \/___\/\/ /\/\/\/\/\/\
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Patients left:

Suicidal
Chewsbirgirs
Me
Mike
Derpson McHerp
Level4OutBreak
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Alejandro
Quirky one
Ivan
Faggot
Marmot
Iran, lol, I think she likes me now
Captain Weber
Vlad
Robotnik

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I think Markhaox and Iran should frick before everyone dies

I walked to the area of the electric chairs.
Pretty dark, and not a very good sight.
Across the room, Alejandro is laying down on the floor.
Starting to rot, looking like he's been terribly killed in the most brutal way imaginable.
Electrocuted and pretty terrible to see.
I kneel down, and stare at his body, more specifically his head.
I sigh and I silently said:

"I support that comment".

OOC:
"I support that comment…"


The most unexpected thing a Weasel could say to a corpse. That made me smile inside…
And you're Mob of the Dead tactics of escape won't work here! I should know… I just got it today.

"…I'm not crazy!" I shouted at Mark.
"I support what his soul said…" regretting the unnecessary shouting.

"...and I didn't get it my plans from anywhere..." I said very meekly, "I just thought to get out of here..."

"It has to work Mark, I want to escape so I can leave this insane place! I have my hopes not being crushed by the murderer yet. I've gotta try, and you won't prevent that from happening. I've got it all under control, all calculated, aimed for the grassy yet dull plains. Who said that my plans aren't going to work? I'm going to do it at dusk, don't stop my plans!" I said with a snappy tone.

"Why, do you want me to take you and Iran?" I said in a very challenging voice.
"I know you have feelings for her!" Weasel swiftly confirms, not thinking about his words.

"His soul said Mark and Iran should 'frick.' The f*ck does that even mean?" Weasel than began to act like Chowz. "Well, he's lost it. Iran, you have any duct tape?" I asked.
She handed me a roll of duct tape, and I pulled some. It made that ripping noise that creeps you out if you're standing on the other end.
"Duct tape? I'll show you a duct tape! F*cking asshole!" Weasel shouted. I strapped the tape over him, tightening it around him… tightly.
"Bad Fur Day… he quoted Bad Fur Day… a strange piece of work indeed, but hilarious. Ironic that the same animal that said this was in fact a crippled Weasel."

"In fact, Alejandro's death reminded me of it as well… even more ironic, isn't it?" I asked Level4
He cocked an eyebrow… and responded…

OOC:
That's your cue, Level4…

Weasel muffled "Let me out!" but no one responded.
"I must get out of here! I'm not crazy…" He started to sound quiet.
…
…
And then Weasel realized who the killer is, and he decided to keep it to himself, hoping for the best.
"…I won't be living here after dusk…"
"I'll be here in the afterlife…" he squeaked.

Weasel started to whimper a bit, and he knew he is going to be killed next.

"Level4, please…"
"I'll never do anything anymore, I'll stay forever away from you and anyone else after my escape." but no one recognized his mutters and squeaks. He's not struggling, he's waiting for his time to come. He has no arms to move, he's completely trapped, realizing that he can do nothing. He doesn't feel like speaking the next minute regretting ever saying anything. He thought about the vial of mercury in his backpack, thinking about what prank he could have played. He chuckled, but that was his last. The plane is incomplete, the engine was partly fixed. He didn't know that the plan was incomplete and terrible.

He doesn't have his backpack or his notebook, not able to write his last words. His last words can't come out. He's trapped with murderers in the same room. He's speechless. No amount of luck can save him. No one wants to save him, not Derpson or Chowz, nor Mike, Robotnik or even Digoxin. The murderer and his allies want him dead.

No angel is there for Weasel because he knows that pests like him need to be put down. More specifically killed.

Weasel has lost all hope.

Weasel's story ends?

Iran sat down next to Weasel. "I would've saved you, had you not said that inappropriate thing about Mark and I."
She then flashes his notebook in front of him. "I will allow you to use your notebook on one condition." She whispers in his ear. "You have to say you're sorry."
Weasel apologizes, so Iran takes the duct tape off of his hands and lower arms. She then hands him his notebook with a pen.
Winking, she walks away. Her beautiful trench coat rustled in the wind coming from the fan she was heading next to.
"…turned it off so you wouldn't feel cold!" Iran yelled.

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D-d-a-ay …9..

I've been given…a second chance….
I'm not saved yet…they're still gunning for me…
I can't use the plan…It's i-i-ncomplete..

…

Dr. Iran saved me. I can't thank enough for that revival.
I've realized I'm still dead to them, but I must say my apologies before I die.
I can't go, I'm still trapped here waiting for my demise. I realize how moronic my quarrel with those two was, and I died for such thing. I dearly wish for that Chowz escapes. He has to, even if I don't like his presence. I can't say enough how scared I am for my life, I'm dead. I can't do anything.

I'm terrible sorry about my argument with Mark. It was stupid to me before and now. I hate my past self. My past self is a terrible person always screwing the future self me over. I'm waiting for my demise.

I'm probably going to be lit on fire with the fuel I obtained. Just like that man Ivan. This is a time I would've used that revolver from Vlad…

Erased
Weasel
Date: May 16th, 2013.
Erased

P.S, the escape is unusable, and the door is locked to the roof.
It was foolhearted to even try to escape.

I've lost all hope. My story ends here.

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Digoxin
Chowzbirgurs
Weasel
Mike
Derpson McHerp
Life Ender
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Alejandro
Spark
Ivan
Faggot
Marmot
Savior, but delaying the inevitable
Captain Weber
Vlad
Dr. Robotnik
Master of All Minds

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"I am a married man… with three kids. If I wanted to cheat, I would've done so by now," I said to Weasel. He looked to Iran, and I turned as well. I turned back to Weasel. "Looks like someone's got the hots for Iran," I teased. Iran immediately turned and glared at me, but I couldn't tell if she was really mad or not.
He immediately turned red at that, and I laughed heartily. Enjoy the little things… you never know what you have until it's gone… gone… gone.
I then turned to Mike and Digoxin. "So how's the project coming along?" I asked them.
"It's coming out great!" Digoxin responded.
"Yeah… Digoxin's got better skill and taste than any of my band mates had." Mike responds.
Next in line was Level4.
"Well, how do you think we'll find the other two on the loose?" I asked him.

"You know what, my stomach's rumbling. Let's go to the kitchen." She brought a lightbulb out of her pocket. "Plus, the two lost ones have to go to the kitchen at one point, they cannot starve forever."

Everybody goes up to the kitchen, where Iran prepares macaroni.

"Nice food. You cook better than my wife." Mark comments.

Iran gives Chowz a styrofoam packet of macaroni. "Go give this to Weasel." He complies.

She then kneels on her chair. "So, let's talk about something happy to cheer the mood. I know, let's talk about someone who's mere image makes you smile."

Next in line was Level4.
“Well, how do you think we’ll find the other two on the loose?” I asked him.

"How do you find two crazy people?" I mutter to myself. Finally I speak up, "Well, we could try and get to the Security Office in here and access the camera footage from there. Hell, we might even be able to find out who's behind all of this." I think a little bit more. "Scratch the last part about finding the murderer in the camera footage. If there's anything that's common in situations like this, the perp will always be just outside of camera range…"

Hey Weasel, Iran told me to give you this. It's Mac and Cheese, I wouldn't really eat it since I'm a meat guy.

Chowz went back into the kitchen.

What's for dinner Iran?

Chowz threw the styrofoam packet Mac and Cheese on the ground right in front of Weasel's feet.
Weasel can't reach it. Instead, Weasel knows he has some grapes and a nice pack of crackers in his backpack, along with some cola but he's trapped with the duct tape. He knows where the key to the roof to get his backpack, but he can't even move an inch.

Weasel whimpers a bit, but stops later on.

He wants to play with the packet to entertain himself, but he can't reach it. Weasel is still waiting for his story to end, but the cruel editors of this sick, twisted game prolong his story by adding useless text and empty pages. He doesn't want to have his life die by starvation, the cruelest way for him to die. He hates having no food, and he'd rather die by trying to escape. He wants to die honorable, but these people rather not have it to end that way for him.

Weasel still is intact and hopeless but is thinking that they are delaying the inevitable.
He scribbles a few pages into his notebook, drawing food items and drinks.
He hated himself afterwards because he wants what he drew.

Digoxin got the only sandvich out of his backpack and ate one half in 2 bites.
He was still hungry, and was going to devour the other half before he felt a bit of guilt. Weasel was drawing food, and he looked hungry.
Digoxin also remembered that in another dimension not related to this story he threatened Weasel with calling the killer. Of course it was a joke, but who jokes around when you're in mortal danger?
Stupid Digoxin.
"Hey, Weasel… I got a healthy Sandvich here, but it would be rude to just eat it by myself."
Digoxin placed the Sandvich in front of Weasel…

Weasel was left a gift.
Heaven sent to him a sandwich, and it looked mighty tasty. He decided to eat it, but he's still delaying his death.

His hope is lost, but he had a nice little snack.

"You know, Weasel… I once thought of jumping out of a window. But I realized that if I did that, I would be remembered as a coward who didn't even help our mates. Don't think that you've signed your death warrance. If we're going down, we're going down kicking serious butt."

OOC:
Heaven sent to him a sandwich, and it looked mighty tasty.
Heaven sent to him a sandwich
Heaven

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Weasel looks Digoxin in the eyes and shuffles his eyes to the duct tape around him. He is signaling we should leave before they get suspicious and make a move.

"…help?…" Weasel muffles under the tape.

Weasel told Digoxin to free him from the duct tape. He's not sure about what to do and finds himself in one of those annoying moral obligation situations.
If he frees Weasel, he might be the killer and screw everything. Markhaox and the rest would also give him a serious scolding he'd never forget, and even if they did escape, they would inevitably be shot outside of this hellish complex.
He remembered Vlad was shot in the leg. He survived, but Markhaox heard his explosion via radio.
Was being shot in the leg worth it?
What if the killer had already planted something on Digoxin's body? He quickly checked his sexy body and found nothing.

Digoxin had many thoughts on his mind.

"Weasel, I hope you understand. We're safe with the gang. Please don't hate me."

My life was turned into a game
Only one life, feeling real pain
Many people have been slain
But we'll have our revenge

If there is life after we die
I will make him want to cry
make him kiss this world goodbye
And we'll have our revenge

He'll pay for what his done
Have no mercy, like he did
He'll pay every single one
For even killing a kid

"I understand…" muttered Weasel.
"If I get murdered outside of this room, I'll do my best to give you the note I ripped off of one of my pages." He said, silenced by the duct tape.

"But how would I kill someone while working on my escape? It's not possible, but I still know that I'm not trusted. I won't hold a grudge, I won't attempt revenge in any way possible. I would do the same thing at this situation." Weasel said, while almost sobbing.
Looking down to his lap, Weasel watches as Digoxin leaves the room. They are having dinner in the other room, and to Weasel it smells terrible. Weasel doesn't want to know what they are eating, and why it is taking a long time for them to finish. He smells Mac and Cheese, and tries to not smell it because Mac and Cheese smells terrible. He tries to overcome it by shoving the notebook's leather smell into his face, eyes heavy with tears trying not to let the tears fall.

Weasel managed to keep a piece of his notebook intact by ripping the bottom of it, and he wishes to give it to Digoxin before he dies. He folded it into a paper plane pre-fold.