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| 18 Nov 2011 04:34 PM |
(SORRY FOR THE REPOSTS!) This is a recording from 2005, Cardiff, Whales. We do not know if the story following is true or not.
Chapter 1. Hal.
NERMODISCON TREATMENT FACILITY (A.K.A. NERM CAMP) NOV. 3, 2004
I stood there at the orentation. I didn't understand what was wrong with these kids. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PATIENT TREATMENT PROTOCOL:
PATIENT PAIN CASSIFICATION: R-Slim to none. Q-Moderate S-Harmful T-Severe Pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, why were they clasified by pain? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PATIENT CONDITION CLASSIFICATION: A-Slight mutation B- DNA change C- Extreme mutation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Uh ha. Mutants? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PATIENT DANGER CLASSIFICATION: L- No danger. M- Slight danger. N- Caution. O- Extreme Caution.
ALL NERMODISCON SYNDROME PATIENTS WILL BE MONITORED ALWAYS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A disorder being this big? Wow.
"HAL?" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" God, it was Nancy. Ol Highschool classmate. I ran as fast as I could and sat in the crowd. A man stepped up to a microphone stand. "Welcome To Nerm Camp. All of the campers here have Nermodiscon Syndrome, causing, change slide, the persons affected with animal like parts. As I looked to the screen, it looked cute. a four year old with a wolf tail and ears. And then I ran into the eyes. I could see in the large pupils pain and torture. "The disorder causes pain to the affected." I sat back and watched the lecture. I fell asleep.
Chapter 2. Frank.
CABIN THREE, NERMODISCON TREATMENT FACILITY. (A.K.A NERM CAMP) NOV. 2, 2004
I curled up in a ball as the sun came up. Another day of testing. Another day of pain. I was barely sane, and the only reason I was at all was a poem I was writing. "Frank, wake up!" I slipped on my shoes and walked out onto the campgrounds. I walked into the cafeteria. One of the few good things here. The food. I went up to the line and grabbed some eggs. {"I'll skip this part, as it's not important....."} I walked up to the small building, feeling the urge to run away. I decided to cooperate with the security guards as I saw their tazers sticking out at their sides. I walked in, and {"Hey, there are children listening to this!" "Fine, fine, I'll shorten it. Go*d. Doesn't matter who that was by the way."} I never felt pain this much before. They had run out of anisthetic, and my body burned all over. I was screaming as I walked out to my cabin. Everyone else was playing on the grounds. I couldn't resist writing that poem, like it was calling to me. |
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| 18 Nov 2011 04:36 PM |
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| 18 Nov 2011 07:05 PM |
Chapter 3. Hal.
NERMODISCON TREATMENT FACILITY (A.K.A. NERM CAMP) NOV. 3, 2004, 10:00 P.M.
"Hello." I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with the person who was speaking. "Sorry." I quickly replied. "You have a job." "Wh- Wait, What?" "Only person to not still be awake for the memory wipe. You don't know a thing, beacuase you were passed out." "Memory wipe?" I raised an eyebrow. "Nothing... Pack Light. You'll start tomarrow." "Uhm, sure...." I walked out, confused.
NERMODISCON TREATMENT FACILITY (A.K.A. NERM CAMP) NOV. 4, 2004
I jumped out of my car, walking for the gate. {"C'mon, we don't need to know about this part!" "Yes, we do." "What? Nothing happened here! Right?" "Uhm, no."}
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