GRcade Big Brother 2012

Corazon de Leon wrote:

more heat than light wrote:So, anyone else care to speculate on the final standings in the house? Would make for interesting convo.

Depends who makes it to the final tomorrow really. I think Falsey to win, Cuttooth second, then three of me, DR, Jiggles and you third/fourth/fifth. I can't really decide. I'm quite looking forward to getting back out now, but I've really enjoyed my time here.

Falsey wrote:I feel bad about tonight.

Falsey wrote: - Cuttooth




Some months after surviving my ordeal in Rome, I have found myself once again in the care of the psychologist who had failed to help me several times before. Dr Möckenmeister, after hearing of my newest exploits to add to the ever thickening, ever pointless case folder he has been compiling on me over the years, had a new treatment for my apparent insanity.

This time his answer was for a new type of 'group therapy' that will see me share a dilapidated mansion with over a dozen other patients! "This is madder than what you allege ails me! Madder even than when you tried to convince me I was living in the far future, taking on the personas of two other men and a dog!"

"No, Mr Cutterford," he said behind his round, mirrored glasses "two weeks with these other patients will do you good. I should warn you, however, that if this treatment does not work and you do not leave the house within the two weeks a changed, healthier man, your psyche may prove impossible to salvage. Now, you must make your way to the House."

"Fine, I'll go." I replied "I'm late anyway. Have you seen the time, it's nearly five-two."

"GET OUT!"

- - -

I arrived at the most darkest and certainly uninhabitable site of a mansion. The fanfare playing in my head as I stepped through the doors is indescribable. I dragged my trustworthy bags through the main hall into the main living area. It was there I saw them. Thirteen mad men sat in a circle, sat in eerie silence, sat staring at the newest arrival.

I took the one remaining seat and my place in this damned group, silently staring at and with the man opposite me. After an eternity a loud, booming, German voice took control of the room.

"You are here for your own good," bellowed Möckenmeister's disembodied voice, "because no other treatment has yet worked for you. Housemates are encouraged to introduce themselves and work together for each other's recoveries, and use the sealed soundproof room off they wish to speak to me directly. That is all for today. Tomorrow the tasks begin"

The doctor's voice disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and the silence briefly returned until, one by one, each man did as instructed, and introduced themselves.

- - -

I had spent merely an hour in the presence of these men and already I wanted to leave!

First we have a slovenly individual who admits he might not actually be awake for most of his stay, and is therefore useless in group tasks. He doesn't even tell us his name, only what he has been diagnosed with. Next the most handsome man to hail from the Caribbean I have ever seen. But he knows it and that is why he is here.

After meeting these two I quickly decided to join the gang that had formed between a patient with a split personality, the angry public relations manager of the Department for Communications, and this gang's self appointed leader, a man obsessed with a young theatre girl; who can only be considered a danger to the public.

The rest of the group were made up of a crown prince from one of the few countries I dare not visit, a man compelled to complete any puzzle, another compelled to make them (these two became good friends), as well as two who spoke to each other in a foreign tongue.

There were others but unfortunately my journal's pages that contained their details have been ripped out. Sabotage!

I took to my quarters shortly after the initial meet and greet, but struggled to sleep; convinced I could hear breathing within the walls, and the glint of light reflecting off round, mirrored glasses...


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ah i strawberry floating hate it when i have to go into the kennels when the master goes on holiday for two weeks all the other dogs suck so much

First we have a slovenly individual who admits he might not actually be awake for most of his stay, and is therefore useless in group tasks. He doesn't even tell us his name, only what he has been diagnosed with. Next the most handsome man to hail from the Caribbean I have ever seen Robbo?. But he knows it and that is why he is here.

After meeting these two I quickly decided to join the gang that had formed between a patient with a split personality, the angry public relations manager of the Department for Communications, and this gang's self appointed leader, a man obsessed with a young theatre girl; who can only be considered a danger to the public Falsey?.

The rest of the group were made up of a crown prince from one of the few countries I dare not visit, a man compelled to complete any puzzle, another compelled to make them DML (these two became good friends), as well as two who spoke to each other in a foreign tongue.

Corazon de Leon wrote:
I've just gone back to this, it's strawberry floating incredible.

I'm now trying to figure out who the people are: