001 - Introductions

[proudsociopath]

[The video clicks on showing a young woman. She's leaned back somewhat flirtatiously on her bed, a plain white hospital bed, but as she realizes the camera is on, and that she looks damn good, she quickly hisses, holding up a hand as if it were a claw. Then ... she smiles!]

Hey, you schizophrenic bats. [It's said slow and pleasantly.] My name is

Comments

[stopthat_destro]

Well, isn't this... spirited. I feel lucky already.

[proudsociopath]

Nice change from all the moping people do in places like these, isn't it?

[stopthat_destro]

You'll find that people here are more prone to murder than moping.

[proudsociopath]

Looking back through this little communication device, all I've seen is a whole lot of moping. [mocking, high-pitched tone] "Oh, this flood was so traumatizing, oh, how will I ever leave my room again?"

Christ, if I couldn't think of anything better to do than listen to that shit all day, I'd probably kill somebody too.

[stopthat_destro]

Those entries are best left ignored. An open forum and lack of anything substantial to do often encourages exhibitionism. There's something to be said for turning the communicator off from time to time.

[proudsociopath]

Right on, man. I tried explaining that to the drones watching TV at Claymoore. It just turns them all into fucking zombies. They didn't even need a lobotomy with the television on all the time.

When I get a warden, I'm asking for a fucking jukebox. Liven this place up a bit.

[stopthat_destro]

The Barge sounds positively stimulating in comparison.

A jukebox? There may be one in the bar, assuming you're permitted by a warden to enter.

[proudsociopath]

I want one in my room.

No wardens allowed.