The definition of 'Insanity' is the state of being mentally ill or being affected by an internal madness. Other names for the word are Mania, Hysteria, Lunacy, or just plain Crazy.
WELCOME TO THE BETTER DAYS SANATORIUM H E L L
The Main Floor:
These white, pristine halls house separate rooms for those staying here for a... longer time. Each room is fitted with a bed and a closet but nothing else, you're not here for luxury after all. The main room allows you to speak with your fellow crazies. If you are acting out, you might get sent to the basement room, there is no return.
Mezzoni takes care of the patients in these halls. He is the humanoid fear of Imperfection. He will take care of you if you are good but, if you are bad, you might find yourself on the experiment table as his next subject. When he gets upset, he can control the building. His office is in the basement so it's best not to go looking for him.
The nursing staff works here too, but they aren't as kind as Mezzoni. They don't have faces or hair, but they have mouths with fang-like teeth and like to take the blood of those who don't cooperate.
There is a woman who lives in the walls. They call her Mother. Mother is kind and will leave you little things in your room. She works with Mezzoni to keep the patients calm and docile. She dislikes yelling a lot.
The Basement:
You don't want to go here. It's dark and smells like rotting flesh. Moisture seems to cling to everything and the walls have turned black with mold. Things live down here that aren't themselves anymore. Mezzoni tries to lock them up the best he can but they keep escaping. The operating room is down here, you are lucky to get out if you go in.
There is a man who lives down here, we don't know his name. He used to work with the children but kept scaring them. He wears a dirty mascot suit of a blue cat soaked with dirty water, blood, and dirt. He scares most people.
The Attic:
The attic is nice although it is a bit stuffy. A library resides up here, lit by oil lamps. Sofas that have been eaten by moths are placed against walls. Mezzoni and refuse to venture up here but someone lives up here, keeping care of the books. Her name is Daughter, she was born from the fear of losing a loved one. She detests that she is bound to this pet project of Mezzoni's and harbors a hate for the rest of the family. She tries to avoid everyone at all costs.
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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The definition of 'Insanity' is the state of being mentally ill or being affected by an internal madness. Other names for the word are Mania, Hysteria, Lunacy, or just plain Crazy.
WELCOME TO THE BETTER DAYS
SANATORIUMH E L LThe Main Floor:
These white, pristine halls house separate rooms for those staying here for a... longer time. Each room is fitted with a bed and a closet but nothing else, you're not here for luxury after all. The main room allows you to speak with your fellow crazies. If you are acting out, you might get sent to the basement room, there is no return.
Mezzoni takes care of the patients in these halls. He is the humanoid fear of Imperfection. He will take care of you if you are good but, if you are bad, you might find yourself on the experiment table as his next subject. When he gets upset, he can control the building. His office is in the basement so it's best not to go looking for him.
The nursing staff works here too, but they aren't as kind as Mezzoni. They don't have faces or hair, but they have mouths with fang-like teeth and like to take the blood of those who don't cooperate.
There is a woman who lives in the walls. They call her Mother. Mother is kind and will leave you little things in your room. She works with Mezzoni to keep the patients calm and docile. She dislikes yelling a lot.
The Basement:
You don't want to go here. It's dark and smells like rotting flesh. Moisture seems to cling to everything and the walls have turned black with mold. Things live down here that aren't themselves anymore. Mezzoni tries to lock them up the best he can but they keep escaping. The operating room is down here, you are lucky to get out if you go in.
There is a man who lives down here, we don't know his name. He used to work with the children but kept scaring them. He wears a dirty mascot suit of a blue cat soaked with dirty water, blood, and dirt. He scares most people.
The Attic:
The attic is nice although it is a bit stuffy. A library resides up here, lit by oil lamps. Sofas that have been eaten by moths are placed against walls. Mezzoni and refuse to venture up here but someone lives up here, keeping care of the books. Her name is Daughter, she was born from the fear of losing a loved one. She detests that she is bound to this pet project of Mezzoni's and harbors a hate for the rest of the family. She tries to avoid everyone at all costs.
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Rules of the Sanatorium
1. Be kind to each other.
2. Three Characters only.
3. PVP is allowed.
4. Gore is allowed but sexual situations must be faded to black.
5. God-level characters are not allowed unless it has been discussed with me.
6. Write a documented mental illness in your first post when you enter.
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Mods
Me :)
Baalzeboop: Father
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*I forgor what illness I chose*
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*XD oh dear.*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*it was probably dementia. ba-dum-tsssss*
"We only have today, but tomorrow we may die,
so let's shout out to the starry sky"
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*I knew it lol.*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*I have Autism. The more you know*
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now