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When a mental patient runs free in Derrison asylum,He manages to release all of the insane and violent patients who were shipped in from Marple jail after it's fire.Now an group of the sane are locked down in the asylum and must try to escape alive or become insane. Description: Revenge-crazed inmates are running the asylum! Dieser Ort ist sonderbar. Aber.. ich erinnere mich an ihn. All diese verdrehten Bäume und diese verrückten Pflanzen. Wie wunderschön diese Landschaft doch aussieht. All die prächtigen Farben und diese unendliche Weite. Hier bin ich richtig, hier gehöre ich hin. Niemand nennt mich hier verrückt, das ist alles wahr. Von weiten erkenne ich schon meinen treuen Freund den Hutmacher an seinem Teetisch stehen und lächle ihn an. Ich gehe auf ihn zu und will ihn umarmen, doch ich greife nur nach Luft. Aber wie kann das sein, wenn ich ihn klar und deutlich vor meinen Augen sehe? Ich versuche es weiterhin, doch da es einfach nicht klappt, fange ich einfach ein Gespräch mit ihm an. Er sagt: "Was haben ein Rabe und ein Schreibtisch gemeinsam?" Ich fange an zu lachen und kann mich nicht mehr halten und Deals damage to close combat targets around the Sacrier while generating lock, coagulation, and transcendence. InSaNiTy was founded on June 27, 2006. SHOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESomgomgomg im not insane its you, im normal Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a big fat chip standing high above the city citing huge oil of guttering words in a Roman Ford Capri smelling suspiciously of bananas and watering hanging baskets daily whilst kneeling at the feet of its creator, the great Brian Lara. Shoe trees. Funkadelic headphone monsters. No gargling pancake shall ever get me! Hahaa- aagh! My, my nose sure is tasty! Meee is happy!!! Once the fnurdles eeble the shoe tree sonk, sjink shall I bee. Heehee! Insanity is the state of being insane. Also known as madness. The Act Art of Being Mad. Off your rocker. Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Loony. Crackers. Bananas. A few bricks shy of a load. Out of one's ever-loving mind. A frequently-cited statistic claims that ninety percent of all writers will go mad at some point in their lives. Insanity is a track in the BIOHAZARD REVELATIONS ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK. Warning: Does include the following: Blood, Gore, Dismemberment, Cursing, Etc. Etc. “It’s actually quite the opposite; the ramblings of a madman are quite intriguing. Even more so the thought process behind it all, I mean to know WHY the person has gone into a downward spiral into insanity. Most... uh... ’specialists’ will give you some bullshit answer about a childhood incident where lets see... Childhood friend dying, a death in the family, etc. etc. “Well, I...” My therapist stuttered. “Hey! It’s rude to interrupt a story.” He started sobbing more, and blood poured from his mouth. An alien device causes crew members to hallucinate their worst fears. Level: Components: V, S Casting Time: 1 action Range: Medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level) Target: One living creature Duration: Instantaneous Saving Throw: Will negates Spell Resistance: Yes Nation White Agent XC-690 a.k.a. "Insanity" was created by Cyny on Y!Gallery for the club Rookie Mistakes. Insanity was the Video Web Series side-project of Matthew John Latham that was created December 2003. It consisted of short video stories that told an over-arching story. Six episodes of a first series was completed, and there were plans for more to be done (in fact the seventh episode, also the second series premiere, was 80% completed). Those were scrapped and a movie was actually planned with scenes written and filmed (twenty-three minutes of footage was used) but the project was terminated at the videos were deleted. The original video was uploaded on YouTube on April 11, 2011, a month before Circus-P closed his original account. Later on, it was reuploaded on YouTube by a fan. One upload of the song entitled "iNSaNiTY + English lyrics on screen" has received over 4,000,000 million views, making "iNSaNiTY" the most viewed song featuring SF-A2 miki to date on YouTube. On October 4, 2011, CircusP reuploaded the original version of iNSaNiTY (the Frost Mix was never reuploaded) on his new YouTube account, 'VocaCircus." A group of high school students are told of an old mansion that is supposedly haunted. One day, they decide to go investigate it. They look around and stumble upon a corpse in the dining room. They attempt to leave, but they quickly discover the front door is locked. Now they have to find a way out while avoiding the dangers that the mansion holds. "Insanity" is a keyword that represents a continuous power that functions in all zones. The phrase "Insanity: " means, " is active only if this card started the game in an insane deck." This may add text inside an existing power or modifier, or may produce separate modifiers, depending on where the keyword appears. A deck is "insane" if it has no more than one copy of each card. The first time each game a player reveals a card with the insanity keyword to an opponent, the player must announce whether or not their deck is insane. Insanity. Shirah looked in the mirror. Her face bore the scars of the past. There was nothing handsome about her anymore. The one very deep scar across her eye could have a chance to heal if only Shirah gave it a chance. But she didn’t. Every evening she would use her dagger to keep the scar the same as if she wanted to be reminded of that dreadful night in the Plaguelands. She would remove her eye patch and scrape her scar with the dagger. Letting the blood flow from her face. Her face in agony, tears mixed with blood. Why? I don’t think even Shirah knows. Maybe in her feeble mind she wanted to remain that person she was just after the attack. That monster that was created that horrible night. She felt strong. Stronger than any other missionary. Sometimes she would look towards her brethr Syarat Faction: Noble Kembalikan target Follower ke tangan. Уровень достаточно сложен благодаря огромной длительности (3:20) и разным ускоренным этапам. Он хорошо и креативно продекорирован, используя в основном красный, белый и чёрный цвета. In 2369, William T. Riker performed the role of the lead character in Beverly Crusher's play Frame of Mind, an individual in an abusive mental hospital who had been accused, possibly falsely, of murder. When a psychologist, played by Data, told him that he was becoming agitated, he replied, "You bet I'm agitated. I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane." (TNG: "Frame of Mind" ) In an alternate timeline in 2374, Tom Paris characterized Annorax as insane after he erased the Ram Izad from history. (VOY: "Year of Hell, Part II") Insanity is a flag on the Emerald Ocean. It was founded March 7th, 2008. Insanity Is an American horror/slasher film starring Odette Annabelle, Bobby Campo, Minka Kelly, Ben Feldman, Danielle Harris, Amanda Seyfried, Amanda Crew, Thomas Dekker, Amber Heard, Max Thieriot, Danielle Panabaker, Shantel VanSanten, Jackie Earle Haley And Shane Harper. Insanity is an option open to gamesmasters which enables the players to further develop the personalities of their characters. The idea is to simulate the stresses and mental trauma suffered by characters during their adventures, stresses which may, over time, lead to rather odd character traits. These traits may manifest themselves as neuroses of various kinds, more severe mental illnesses, drug or alcohol dependency, or total inability to cope. A songfic, a new and more inspired entry for doggos contest. "Hey Sparrowflight!" I heard my friend call. I put on a fake smile. Ever since my father took lead he's been forcing me to do things I hate for "Disrespecting him". I hated my father for it. I lost everything. My will to fight my ability to hunt prey, he took it all! He wont let me be me! "want to go hunting?" Bluefeather offered to me. I shook my head no, i wasn't allowed by my "Father". "Father wont let me.." I looked down. I hate him so much! Why does he do this?! I wanted my life. "Why don't you make yourself USEFUL and-" I jumped up. Insanity was a Tsuno spell which, drawing the power from Sakkaku, allowed the Tsuno Soultwister to make the target to suffer continuous confusion. The main problem of the "Alien Space Bats" articles is that, they are just too insane, here's an possible example: 1949 - The People's Republic of China is declared. 1950 - The People's Republic of China is overrun by Taiwanese starships from the future. The goal of the "Insanity" timeline is trying to be as entertaining and illogical as possible, without crossing the ASB line. Therefore to all you keen observer of event possibility, you have no usable argument since the timeline is ridiculous. It is time to do some writing or, at least, that's the plan. I don't know why it's time to do some writing, but when I woke up today I knew it to be the case, which is why I just bought myself a new composition pad. I'm using a pen, specifically the pen that I tend to use for my little snippets of wisdom (if you want to call it that). Now, the use of a pen is not my standard far as I far prefer the feel and lines of a pencil, especially a good mechanical pencil. I spent a very long time quite attached to the Pentel P205 and went through about 3 in twice as many years. Worth noting is that the 5 in the model number is indicative of the lead thickness, .5mm, and that P207, P209 and others exist. 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An alien device causes crew members to hallucinate their worst fears. SHOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESomgomgomg im not insane its you, im normal Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a big fat chip standing high above the city citing huge oil of guttering words in a Roman Ford Capri smelling suspiciously of bananas and watering hanging baskets daily whilst kneeling at the feet of its creator, the great Brian Lara. Shoe trees. Funkadelic headphone monsters. No gargling pancake shall ever get me! Hahaa- aagh! My, my nose sure is tasty! Meee is happy!!! Once the fnurdles eeble the shoe tree sonk, sjink shall I bee. Heehee! For the tenteeth McGarble on the M5 motorway of Sydney! It's all falling down. Insanity is the state of being insane. Also known as madness. The Act Art of Being Mad. Off your rocker. Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Loony. Crackers. Bananas. A few bricks shy of a load. Out of one's ever-loving mind. A frequently-cited statistic claims that ninety percent of all writers will go mad at some point in their lives. Insanity is an option open to gamesmasters which enables the players to further develop the personalities of their characters. The idea is to simulate the stresses and mental trauma suffered by characters during their adventures, stresses which may, over time, lead to rather odd character traits. These traits may manifest themselves as neuroses of various kinds, more severe mental illnesses, drug or alcohol dependency, or total inability to cope. To start with, gamesmasters have enough on their hands without needing the added complications of enforcing these factors on their players. The players, too, will need to establish what is the game norm before they will be able to go off into the abnormal. These Insanity rules are therefore recommended only for more experienced gamers. It is time to do some writing or, at least, that's the plan. I don't know why it's time to do some writing, but when I woke up today I knew it to be the case, which is why I just bought myself a new composition pad. I'm using a pen, specifically the pen that I tend to use for my little snippets of wisdom (if you want to call it that). Now, the use of a pen is not my standard far as I far prefer the feel and lines of a pencil, especially a good mechanical pencil. I spent a very long time quite attached to the Pentel P205 and went through about 3 in twice as many years. Worth noting is that the 5 in the model number is indicative of the lead thickness, .5mm, and that P207, P209 and others exist. Some people get very particular about odd things, .5mm pencil lead and myself are a good example. It's not terribly worth going into, the main point is that my use of a pen is nonstandard. So, you might ask why I would use a pen to write when I so prefer pencils. The answer turns out to be one of self direction. If I write with a pen and do not allow myself to cross words out, every word that I write is a bridge that has forever burned behind me. The more things that are going on in the world around you, the harder it becomes to focus on any given one. Distraction is a plague, which is thoroughly dificult to evade. The easier the tools one has, the easier it is to allow unskilled operators. Unskilled operators tend to work faster. While one's usual natural tendency converges toward chasing rainbows and automobiles, a true philanthropist will choose the harder option, that is, extravagating sensetive whims in favor of the self-contradictory aspects of life. A reasonable way to approach that would be smoothly sliding from giant turtles into the abyss of the large swamps, that are, the rootless bases of existence. A much more controversial method consists of approaching most bats with that somewhat amusing affirmation of vigilance over oneself, that is not that controversial considering bats eat mostly raw donuts and fast food. An established dictator would prefer softer pillows, though, according to the will of the roller-blade skyscrapers, or better, looking behind the highest forms of abstractive reductionism. As a general rule, most will prefer copper when engaging in the exploitation of imitative supermarkets and quantitative purification of cheese-cakes. Approaching a general method for the extermination of subordinative actions is one truly strong criterion for the possessiveness over one's inner group mechanisms. I also think that affectionate normativeness is bound to become a somewhat unindustrialized simplification of such other realms. Don't you agree? But why such a malicious simplification of truth? Isn't it obedience to the ruling of reductionist dictators? of free-men and pillow imitators? of general methods to the unindustrialized extermination of affectionate normativeness? The answer must be purified, converged, exploited, abstracted and affirmed, as a possessed bat roller-blading in a skyscraper. The truly strong criterion is in the large swamps! that is, in the sensitive whims produced by the giant turtles' group mechanisms! Existence precedes subordinative actions! as any true philanthropist will affirm! vigilance is only in the vision of the sliding supermarkets! The pain of becoming a rotten miniature cannot be compared to history's most tedious assertiveness over the degradation of flat surfaces. I would not have been surprised to hear that, considering I was cleaning my fifteen story apartment over a cup of barely untamed coffee when I was told that my favorite piece of filthy quackery was torn apart by the systematic ants of my neighbourhood's personal casino, really! Sometimes I feel that flying above my clouds with my favorite intergalactic cruise-board will make that seem a bit worthless, but not every day. I have a tendancy to eat beds, chairs, rigid marshmallows, potato-boats, electric suits, raw meat, raw mice, raw plants, raw hydrogen and raw nuclear bombs. You see, I prefer a balanced, well thought out scaling of potential subversions of spontaneous justice, unlike most who practice the art of materialist kinship. A touch is the base of all thought, I learned that while I was attracting a herd of zealous monkies at the last time I was demonstrating the eradication of comparative electrical morality. This was an unashamedly explosive account of the otherwise superflous evaluation of other microwave life forms. It is very easy for one to lose one's steam when the environment is not correct for continuing. Stuff stuff stuff stuff yawn write don't care if there's no quality, just write, keep momentum. Words must continue to be placed on the paper. Must I continue to force myself to ignore Bio or can I keep writing volume and not ignore. Word word photogenetic phylogeny monked dogmatic system brick whale tourniquet ratchet fortune cookie cap square sign words red light polio fisheries onomatopoeia solar system dictionary spatial representation four snail doormat Easter Toledo North salami forge collectibles monkey monkey monkey narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal narwhal spleen spleen spleen spleen spleen taco. Foot wrenches can align quite precisly, despite what the liberal media will claim. However, your soul needs peanutbuttery goodness on irregular intervals, sometimes on Thursday. If you are in need of a certified dermapathologist call your bookie, as he is a reputable dealer. My foot's asleep. For the love of my ass stop staring! It burns! Who do you think you are, what with the fancy dinet set and CD tray. Where are my pants? WHERE ARE MY PANTS!?! They must have stolen my pants. I know they did, don't deny it. Ah, there they are. Now where was I? Oh yes well as you can see my dear fellow that clearly disney is to blame for the war in Iraq, if you look closely at Mr Bush you can see Mickey mouse YOU SEE YOU SEE IT!!! Now where's the button who's got the button?!?! Haha that snoopy... I'm a manatee :-) yes well mhm then well you see I was walking yesterday well.. I think I was walking was I walking I'm not sure, but I think I was walking or was I running? I'm not sure and then there was this dog in my cheese.... Well at least I thought it was a dog it looked like a dog it might have been a dog or was it a cat it might have been a cat or was it a bird you never know, but I think it was a dog or was it a cat it might have been a cat but I'm pretty sure it was a bird or was it a dog in my cheese? Well anyway I said to Big Bird you have to just stop touching the little kids it scares them leave that to the catholic priests. It was the summer of 1943 24 kids go into the water Duck in the water 14 kids go out the water, George Bush he take the rest.... Damn I dropped my pen where'd my pen go I dropped my pen THEY STOLE MY PEN!! I DROPPED MY PEN WHERE'D IT GO!!! Oh, there it is, thank you. Aren't you a nice hedgehog for finding my pen. Anyway, what I was thinking when I was thinking about what I was thinking just now was how I thought I'd think about what I was thinking about rather than think about things I hadn't even thought of thinking about. But since I can't think straight, I have to think crooked, and that's no good, is it? But when I was thinking about thoughts... Wait where's my thoughts? As a matter of fact, where's my frontal lobe? I wonder if it was the carrots. How could it be the carrots, they say that they like me and I'm their friend. They always tell me that they like me but I've been starting to wonder. Just because the carrots tell me that they like me doesn't mean that the necessarily do. It might just mean that the carrots hate me and are lying to me when they say that they like me. I guess really, it comes down to a question of whether I am better at detecting whether the carrots like me or are lying to me about liking me than the carrots are at lying to me about liking me if they don't like me. So, if I think that the carrots like me, then either the carrots do like me and my ability to discern whether or not the carrots are lying to me about whether or not they like me in relation to the carrots ability to lie to me about whether or not they like me is of relatively little consequence or it happens to be the case that the carrots don't like me and my ability to discern whether or not the carrots are lying to me about whether or not they like me is inferior to the carrots ability to lie to me about whether or not they like me. I wonder if it was the carrots. Or was it the tomatoes? It could have been the tomatoes you know how they get when they're canned psycho little buggers they be, aye they are the almight tomatoes flee!!! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES or they'll get you.... The penguins never gave me this kind of trouble they raised like I was one of their own..well that was until the fatefull grue inccident.... And so my friends, today you ask why I have asked you to come here. Well here is why comrades! A new day is arising. A DAY WITHOUT DAIRY. For too long we have suffered under the oppression of these evil, tyrannical monsters! Let us join together, brothers, and purge the sin from among ye! A dairy cleansing! Find every slice of butter, cup of milk, pail of ice cream, AND DESTROY IT! LET US MARCH! Also, cocks and kitties. "Insanity" is a keyword that represents a continuous power that functions in all zones. The phrase "Insanity: " means, " is active only if this card started the game in an insane deck." This may add text inside an existing power or modifier, or may produce separate modifiers, depending on where the keyword appears. A deck is "insane" if it has no more than one copy of each card. The first time each game a player reveals a card with the insanity keyword to an opponent, the player must announce whether or not their deck is insane. A group of high school students are told of an old mansion that is supposedly haunted. One day, they decide to go investigate it. They look around and stumble upon a corpse in the dining room. They attempt to leave, but they quickly discover the front door is locked. Now they have to find a way out while avoiding the dangers that the mansion holds. In 2369, William T. Riker performed the role of the lead character in Beverly Crusher's play Frame of Mind, an individual in an abusive mental hospital who had been accused, possibly falsely, of murder. When a psychologist, played by Data, told him that he was becoming agitated, he replied, "You bet I'm agitated. I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane." (TNG: "Frame of Mind" ) In 2370, Worf proclaimed his belief that Iyaaran Ambassador Byleth was insane after serving as his guide during a visit to the USS Enterprise-D. Worf believed this after Byleth did nothing but exhibit antagonism towards him, which he did not know was actually a deliberate act designed to learn about such behavior. (TNG: "Liaisons" ) The following year, Rom speculated that Grand Nagus Zek was insane after he wrote a revised version of the Rules of Acquisition. This version was based on less selfish and greedy principles than those that normal Ferengi society held. Quark dismissed Rom's speculation by stating that Zek was too brilliant to go insane. (DS9: "Prophet Motive") In 2373, Gul Dukat asked Weyoun if he was insane after he drank a bottle of Kanar laced with Voraxna poison which had been intended to assassinate Tekeny Ghemor. Weyoun pointed out, however, that Vorta are immune to most poisons. (DS9: "Ties of Blood and Water") In an alternate timeline in 2374, Tom Paris characterized Annorax as insane after he erased the Ram Izad from history. (VOY: "Year of Hell, Part II") The original video was uploaded on YouTube on April 11, 2011, a month before Circus-P closed his original account. Later on, it was reuploaded on YouTube by a fan. One upload of the song entitled "iNSaNiTY + English lyrics on screen" has received over 4,000,000 million views, making "iNSaNiTY" the most viewed song featuring SF-A2 miki to date on YouTube. On October 4, 2011, CircusP reuploaded the original version of iNSaNiTY (the Frost Mix was never reuploaded) on his new YouTube account, 'VocaCircus." The song was well received, earning a place in the Weekly VOCALOID Ranking #185. It also received various covers (VOCALOID and UTAU) and much fanart as well. "MErcy" is the answer song to INSaNiTY. In December 2014, iNSaNiTY was used as a demonstration song for VY1v4's Power and Soft vocal, as well as showcasing the new growl and pitch snap features for VOCALOID4. V3 Gackpoid took KAITO's singing role to demonstrate the use of the new cross synthesis feature. InSaNiTy was founded on June 27, 2006. Insanity was a Tsuno spell which, drawing the power from Sakkaku, allowed the Tsuno Soultwister to make the target to suffer continuous confusion. Syarat Faction: Noble Kembalikan target Follower ke tangan. When a mental patient runs free in Derrison asylum,He manages to release all of the insane and violent patients who were shipped in from Marple jail after it's fire.Now an group of the sane are locked down in the asylum and must try to escape alive or become insane. Insanity is a track in the BIOHAZARD REVELATIONS ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK. Dieser Ort ist sonderbar. Aber.. ich erinnere mich an ihn. All diese verdrehten Bäume und diese verrückten Pflanzen. Wie wunderschön diese Landschaft doch aussieht. All die prächtigen Farben und diese unendliche Weite. Hier bin ich richtig, hier gehöre ich hin. Niemand nennt mich hier verrückt, das ist alles wahr. Von weiten erkenne ich schon meinen treuen Freund den Hutmacher an seinem Teetisch stehen und lächle ihn an. Ich gehe auf ihn zu und will ihn umarmen, doch ich greife nur nach Luft. Aber wie kann das sein, wenn ich ihn klar und deutlich vor meinen Augen sehe? Ich versuche es weiterhin, doch da es einfach nicht klappt, fange ich einfach ein Gespräch mit ihm an. Er sagt: "Was haben ein Rabe und ein Schreibtisch gemeinsam?" Ich fange an zu lachen und kann mich nicht mehr halten und Terence (der Hutmacher) stimmt in mein Lachen mit ein. "Wie lang geht das schon so?", fragt eine junge Frau. Der große, schlanke Mann neben ihr antwortet: "Früher war das nicht so schlimm. Mit 5 Jahren war sie noch relativ normal, man konnte mit ihr reden. Doch ihr Zustand hat sich stetig verschlechtert. Seit ihrem 6 Lebensjahr fängt sie urplötzlich an loszulachen und kann nicht mehr aufhören. Aber das war noch in Ordnung. Doch als sie vor einer Woche 7 Jahre alt geworden ist... Sie fing an sich aufzuritzen und fügte sich selbst Schmerzen zu. Und als man alle spitzen und scharfen Gegenstände aus ihrem Zimmer entfernt hat, hat sie einfach immer in ihrem Gesicht rum gekratzt... Alle dachten es wär nur ein Tick aber nach einiger Zeit fiel uns auf das ihr im Gesicht stellenweise Haut fehlt. Sie hat versucht sich die Haut vom Gesicht abzuziehen. Wir mussten sie in diese Gummizelle sperren, sie hat sich so sehr verletzt... und die Zwangsjacke.. die war gegen das abziehen und gegen die Selbstverstümmelung. Und niemand bedauert dass mehr als ich vorallem da sie erst 7 ist aber ich fürchte ihr ist nicht mehr zu helfen." Sein Blick war starr auf den Bildschirm gerichtet. Die Frau folgte seinem Blick. Darin war ein kleines, blondes Mädchen zu sehen. Man sah sie nur von hinten auf dem Boden sitzen, da Kamera die sie durchgehend filmte auf der anderen Seite des Raums angebracht war. Man hörte keinen Ton aber es sah so aus als würde sie die ganze Zeit lachen. Jedenfalls bewegte sie sich so. Die junge Frau ging auf den Bildschirm zu und schaute sich das kleine Mädchen mit Tränen in den Augen an. Dann sprach sie in ein kleines Mikrofon, das ihre Stimme durch ein kleinen Lautsprecher, der an der Kamera befestigt ist, direkt in die Gummizelle überträgt: "Alice... meine kleine süße Schwester. Was ist nur aus dir geworden? Bitte werde wieder normal. Ich bin so furchtbar einsam ohne dich. Seit dem Mama und Papa gestorben sind ist unser Haus viel zu groß für mich alleine. Ich warte schon so lange. Ich will dich wieder mitnehmen bitte ... bitte mein Engel. Werde wieder normal und komm zu mir zurück. Bitte..." Sie schaut gespannt auf den Bildschirm. Das kleine, blonde Mädchen bewegt sich. Sie dreht sich langsam um, steht auf, den Kopf immer noch auf den Boden gerichtet. Aufeinmal fällt dem Mädchen die ganze Zwangsjacke vom Körper. Ihre Hände, fest zu Fäusten verschlossen, sind voller Blut. Langsam, fast in Zeitlupe hebt das Mädchen ihren Kopf. Sie öffnet ihre Hände. Es fallen zwei kleine ausgerissene Augäpfel auf den Boden. Sie fängt an zu sprechen. Als sie ihren Mund öffnet, fließt Blut daraus, ihren Körper entlang und bildet auf dem Boden des sonst komplett weißen Raums eine rießige dunkelrote Lache. Man hört eine leise, fast gebrochene Stimme sprechen. "Ich bin schon zu Hause." Und mit ihren zerkratzten, blutigen Lippen und roten Zähnen bildet sie ein rießiges, krankes Grinsen und sieht mit ihren leeren, blutendenden Augenhöhlen in Richtung Lautsprecher und Kamera. von: ch.lo Kategorie:Kurz Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder Kategorie:Geisteskrankheit Kategorie:Konversationen Insanity is a flag on the Emerald Ocean. It was founded March 7th, 2008. Deals damage to close combat targets around the Sacrier while generating lock, coagulation, and transcendence. Insanity. Shirah looked in the mirror. Her face bore the scars of the past. There was nothing handsome about her anymore. The one very deep scar across her eye could have a chance to heal if only Shirah gave it a chance. But she didn’t. Every evening she would use her dagger to keep the scar the same as if she wanted to be reminded of that dreadful night in the Plaguelands. She would remove her eye patch and scrape her scar with the dagger. Letting the blood flow from her face. Her face in agony, tears mixed with blood. Why? I don’t think even Shirah knows. Maybe in her feeble mind she wanted to remain that person she was just after the attack. That monster that was created that horrible night. She felt strong. Stronger than any other missionary. Sometimes she would look towards her brethren with contempt. This was no time of politics. No time of studying, fishing or whatever they did in their spare time. This was a time of choosing which side you were on. If you weren’t on her side, the scarlet side, then you would be an enemy. And for Shirah the time was right to do what she did best in the Plaguelands: Kill. For the good of the community. But deep in her heart she respected her brethren more than ever before. They had apparently found a way to become true missionaries. They held on to their beliefs but were very much capable to do that without causing to much chaos. But Shirah was aware this was not her way. Not the way she had been taught in the Plaguelands or so she thought. Her fear was holding her back. Her fear for her attackers. Einor, Shadowfall, Birgit and Kulgar. They left their mark in the perfect place. Shirah was afraid more than ever. It’s what Einor said after she escaped that night: “We will find you and when we will we will finish the job more painfully than you can imagine. There are many like us Shirah, more than you can imagine. We will find you.”. His voice resounded in her head constantly, tormenting her dreams if sleep would come. They were still out there, looking for her. Waiting for her to be of her guard. And who were these others he spoke of? It could be anyone. It could be that Elf in the corner or that dwarf standing near the Auction House. It could even be that helpful Human near the cathedral square or even one of her brethren. Shirah didn’t want to believe all this but couldn’t stop herself thinking about it. Shirah was changing. More than ever. Her fear was eating her away, making her more aware. More angry. More hateful. This was not the Shirah she once knew. That old Shirah was gone. What was left was nothing. A hollow carcass which forgot to die that night she was attacked. Only one had been capable to confront her with her own actions. One that didn’t fear her. Sister Elizabetha tried very hard and one day almost succeeded. But the hate would return to Shirah and in her twisted mind she began to blame Elizabetha for everything that happened that night for it was Elizabetha that encouraged her to take the step in trusting others more. Shirah felt that Elizabetha’s council was the reason she was attacked. There was no hope left for Shirah. Shirah invented her version of what happened loosing more humanity by the minute. Her mind was filled with darkness. Darkness that changed every good word into a pool of hate. And Shirah lavished herself with that hate. There were rules. Shirah knew that. Rules set up by the High Emissary brother Habeus. Rules she had to follow out of respect for her superiors. But it was hard for her. In every shadow on every corner of the street she saw an enemy. People she didn’t trust and in her feeble mind she was beginning to see things. Things that weren’t true. People talking in the street would seem to Shirah like they were looking at her. Grinning at her. Knowing her. They would become for Shirah her attackers or people knowing them. One day she felt certain she saw Einor. She chased him, sword drawn. Shirah managed to catch him and threw him on the street thrusting her sword towards him, her body full of adrenaline. Just in time she saw her mistake. Seeing the fear in the eyes of her victim, a simple man who was visiting Stormwind for the first time. She pushed him away and ran towards the cathedral throwing herself on the stairs near the altar. After being certain no one could see her she tried to cry, but tears changed into hate again. No one was innocent. They are all guilty. So what if you killed him. Darkness engulfed her again. Shirah stood up, took her knife, removed her eye patch and started cutting her scar again. This time cutting deeper than ever spilling blood on the cathedral floor. Shirah felt dead. Her brethren were unaware of her condition. There was no hope left for Shirah. No one that could help her and why would they? They only saw that hateful, uncaring, hard person. A loose cannon. But deep inside Shirah hoped someone would see her pain, feel her agony. But all hope died every time she took out her knife and started cutting her face again. All what was left was insanity. Insanity was the Video Web Series side-project of Matthew John Latham that was created December 2003. It consisted of short video stories that told an over-arching story. Six episodes of a first series was completed, and there were plans for more to be done (in fact the seventh episode, also the second series premiere, was 80% completed). Those were scrapped and a movie was actually planned with scenes written and filmed (twenty-three minutes of footage was used) but the project was terminated at the videos were deleted. Latham has expressed a desire to reboot the series in a series of one act episodes... Nation White Agent XC-690 a.k.a. "Insanity" was created by Cyny on Y!Gallery for the club Rookie Mistakes. Уровень достаточно сложен благодаря огромной длительности (3:20) и разным ускоренным этапам. Он хорошо и креативно продекорирован, используя в основном красный, белый и чёрный цвета. Level: Components: V, S Casting Time: 1 action Range: Medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level) Target: One living creature Duration: Instantaneous Saving Throw: Will negates Spell Resistance: Yes Warning: Does include the following: Blood, Gore, Dismemberment, Cursing, Etc. Etc. “It’s actually quite the opposite; the ramblings of a madman are quite intriguing. Even more so the thought process behind it all, I mean to know WHY the person has gone into a downward spiral into insanity. Most... uh... ’specialists’ will give you some bullshit answer about a childhood incident where lets see... Childhood friend dying, a death in the family, etc. etc. It’s awfully boring if you ask me. I mean to think a man who enjoys the taste of blood or writes biblical verses in his skin with a rusty knife do what they do because their great aunt died? I do believe a couple cases are true, a mental scar was imbedded into their brains as a small child but it grew from a small cut into a 3inch laceration that eventually pushed them to take the lives of loved ones and take their otherwise normal life away from themselves. But I will tell you the truth, nothing more, nothing less. It’s the simplicity or loneliness. Have you ever been alone, purely alone, no connection to the outside world? “Well, I...” My therapist stuttered. “No, you haven’t. Let me tell you. It’s horrifying; it drives a man to the brink of humanity. So far into the depths of insanity that even a connection with another person won’t bring them back. As I said the simplicity can cut away the sanity. That’s what happened to me. It drove me to gut a stranger, to tie a man to a metal table and hack away, smiling at every blood splatter and every scream that echoed through my head. A daily routine repeated every month, over and over. I couldn’t take it anymore. Instead of doing what most grown men do, simply changing a small thing to keep them going through their miserable lives, I decided a change of lifestyle would suffice. I killed my wife, cutting her head off with an old axe, disposed of her rotting carcass by tossing it in the pond in our back yard. I went out and illegally bought piranhas to throw into the pond. I’ll tell you, it’s quite a sight. Just to watch 5 piranhas reduce a headless corpse into bones in a matter of seconds. “ My therapist, a small awkward young man, at this point reached for the phone on a nearby table. I brought out a small, 3inch carving knife and impaled his hand into the table. “Hey! It’s rude to interrupt a story.” His mouth hung loosely, his eyes wide in sheer terror. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. I shook my finger, “I can’t have you interrupting my story over and over!” I took my knife out of the table, and brought out a small, smooth stone. I sharpened the blade against it very quickly and stood up. I walked over behind the man and grabbed his head, forcing it backwards. His eyes looked up at me in pain, agony, and fear. He was frozen in sheer terror, and shook violently. I gave him a reassuring smile, and proceeded to pull his tongue out of his mouth. He began to struggle, so I put my knife to the edge of his throat. “No moving or I may just slit your throat” He ceased struggling but shook ever so slightly. I pulled his tongue up and brought my knife into his mouth. I put it to the very back of his tongue, and began to saw back and forth. He screamed but I did my best to muffle the sound. At the end I held up his bleeding tongue in triumph. “There we go, now you can’t interrupt me!” Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed, making awkward noises. I brought his other hand back over to the table and impaled it. I tossed the tongue over my shoulder and sat back down. “Where was I? Great now I forgot! Oh well…The point I was trying to make was people have insanity all wrong. The men simply change to better fit their own needs; it’s either insanity or death. Which would you choose?” He started sobbing more, and blood poured from his mouth. “I agree, thank you." I looked at my watch and sighed. "I do apologize but I have to leave. I thought we were getting somewhere too. Oh well, I suppose I can reschedule for next week?” I walked back over to him, took my knife back, and shoved it into the right side of his stomach; slowly bring it over to the left. He cried out, well I suppose you could call it that. Blood poured onto his leather chair and then onto the floor, forming a pool of blood. “I do thank you, I think I’ve made tremendous progress.” I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and walked out, as my therapist bled out onto the floor. Insanity Is an American horror/slasher film starring Odette Annabelle, Bobby Campo, Minka Kelly, Ben Feldman, Danielle Harris, Amanda Seyfried, Amanda Crew, Thomas Dekker, Amber Heard, Max Thieriot, Danielle Panabaker, Shantel VanSanten, Jackie Earle Haley And Shane Harper. Description: Revenge-crazed inmates are running the asylum! A songfic, a new and more inspired entry for doggos contest. "Hey Sparrowflight!" I heard my friend call. I put on a fake smile. Ever since my father took lead he's been forcing me to do things I hate for "Disrespecting him". I hated my father for it. I lost everything. My will to fight my ability to hunt prey, he took it all! He wont let me be me! "want to go hunting?" Bluefeather offered to me. I shook my head no, i wasn't allowed by my "Father". "Father wont let me.." I looked down. I hate him so much! Why does he do this?! "Oh well...bye!" Bluefeather ran off towards the exit of camp. I sighed, I didn't want to be cooped in camp all the time. I wanted my friends back. I wanted to fight again.. I wanted my life. I went over to the fresh kill pile, ever since I tried to starve myself to get out of this place. Father has forced me to eat two pieces of prey everytime I go to the kill pile. I sighed, I was tired of all of this but...Something...someone...whatever...whoever...was telling me to stay... I sat down in the now empty warriors den, it was always like this at this time of day... Father has kept em in the camp for two moons now. I hated it, if i could see the territory again even just for a heartbeat. I would be happy. Father says that warriors like me shouldn't be happy. He says im useless. but it's his fault for keeping me in the starclan forsaken camp! I don't know what to do anymore, i've spoken to the elders. My friends were forced to stop visiting, all the kit have become apprentices. Father has also refused to give me an apprentice. He threw out my mother, my mothers mother. All i have left here is my sister - Ravenlight. "Ravenlight..." I spoke softly, my sister was sitting beside me her tail was wrapped around me with her head on mine, trying to comfort me. "you'll be ok Sparrowflight, father surely must let you soon! he'd surely realize it's agianst the code!" she encouraged, but i kept my gaze to the ground... I had no hope, father was never going to let me out of the place.. ever I sighed and thanked my sister for trying to comfort me, I went back into the warriors den. Hoping to get some rest. But... "Sparrowflight!" theres my father... I sighed and turned around. ready to be yelled at. "Why don't you make yourself USEFUL and-" I jumped up. "Why don't you LET me be useful?!" I snapped back at him. His fur bristled. "This is why! you never respect me!" "Shut up! You only wanted to make me suffer! You Threw out my mother just because she rejected you as a mate a few moons back!That is plane pathetic!" A went into the warriors den and curled up. "why did you do that to Wolfstar?!" Featherwing hissed in my face. I rolled my eyes. "Father is a Fox-heart!" I spat back, FEatherwing stepped back in disbelief. "Your a liar!" Featherwing growled, I rolled my eyes. Featherwing just wanted to be deputy nothing more! "Can I just- UGH! I'm going to just sit outside.." I stalked outside and sat down, all the patrols were coming back now. I got a few glares from other warriors and murmurs. But I was used to it. Father had told them that i "Dishonored him". Do I care? No. I began to walk to the edge f camp, I was getting desperate to see the outside world again...I peeked out the bushes.. I saw trees, flowers...Grass...Everything... I continued to watch the forest form that spot from then on i saw patrols walking past, prey was far off... That place was the place where i liked to think. Father will still not allow me to leave camp. day by day i feel a burning rage building inside of me. something...someone speaking to me. I didn't know who, but the voice is so familiar... I sighed snapping out of my thoughts. I went over to the fresh-kill-pile and took a scrawny thrush from it, I admit I hated not hunting and then getting something to eat. But I guess i have to live long enough to leave this camp, if father would let me. all the warriors have started ignoring me. As well as stopped talking to me. It's driving me crazy not being able to speak to anyone, apart from father who always yelled at me. I miss mother dearly but...shes not coming back. Only me Bluefeather father and my sister know she did nothing wrong. Father just doesn't like her..If not liking him got her out i'll just keep rebeling against him. Sure it would lower my reputation in this clan but... It would be worth it. "Sparrowflight!" Raveblight called to me. I looked over to my older sister. She looked....happy? How? I wanna be happy too! "Father is letting us go on patrols!" My gaze brightened my hopes a shot up. I was...happy. "No." My fathers voice rang out behind us. My ears flattened. "What?! What do you mean?" I hissed. Father flicked his tail. "Bluefeather can leave camp. Not you." Bluefeathers ears flattened. "But father thats not fair!" I wailed. Father slashed my cheek. I sat there in shock. "Get over it you brat!" Bluefeathers fur bristled. "I hate you father!" Before he could respond, Bluefeather darted out of camp. Father turned to me with his eyes blazing with complete fury. "You were both mistakes y'know that?!"He hissed. I flinched, sure. mother was born a rogue but if he didn't love her... "Why do you let me stay here then?!" I screeched at him. His eyes where now into slits. Father pounced on me and pinned me down. he was lucky no cat was there. "That pathetic mother of yours made a huge mistake. Now she gets to know her kits are suffering!" He hissed. I finally squirmed out of his grasp and scrambled off. A ran into the warriors den and curled up in my nest... I curled up in my nest and fell into a deep sleep I woke up in a dark place. I was alone, I looked around and it was all dakness expect for the one clearing I was standing on. I finally spotted a cat but... She looked like me.. "Hello." I spoke, the cat turned to see me. I gasped, her eyes were black and red! She smiled. "It's nice to see you my dear." She purred. I tilted my head. "Have we met before?" I was so confused, she spoke to me as if she knew me! "OH yes we know each other very well...So, want to talk?" "Ermm ok..." It's not like i had anyone else to talk to anyways. "I ummm...your name?" She looked annoyed. But sighed. "My name is...Sparrowfall." My ears flattened in shock. Not ONLY did we have the same fur patterns and everything like that. we had nearly the same name?! I regained my barrings quickly.. "S-sorry my father he-" she cut me off. "I know you, I know your sister, your mother, And what your father did. Don't you remember Sparrowpaw? You were so lonely I started talking to you!" Sparrowfalls ears drooped. I gasped. "Sparrowfall! I... it's been so long!" I kept my gaze to the ground. She always spoke to me, and only I could hear her! I sighed. "You wont leave me too will you?" I asked. Sparrowfall vanished before reappearing next to me with her tail wrapped around me. "Never dear!" Sparrowfall purred. She then looked up. "I must go dear. It was nice seeing you again.." Sparrowfall smiled her pitch black eyes with red orbs seemed to soften. before everything faded away.. I woke up. I smiled. Sparrowfall is my friend, she always has been. I left the warriors den. it was moonrise...perhaps I could...I waited until all the warriors were in their dens. I darted out of camp and into the forest. I looked around, the forest was amazing! I wish Sparrowfall could see this! I suddenly froze. "Sparrowflight! What are you doing outside camp you brat?!" Father! I whipped around to face my father. Teeth bared claws unseathed. I'm letting him take this moment from me! not after so long! "I'm trying not to lose sanity!" I screeched. My father growled. "Lies!" He growled. He unseathed his claws. And bare dhis teeth, his tail lashed in anger, his eyes showed nothing but hatred... this made mt blood boil. He only hated me for who I was kin to! He wanted to make sure i suffered because my mother took on another mate! Sparrowfall appeared behind me. She smiled. "You hate him, Sparrowflight. you know it." Sparrowfall flicked her tail. "And out here...no one can see you." she prompted. "He hurt you and your mother." I started feeling rage in veins. she was right! He did all this for his own revenge! I shook slightly. Trying to hold myself back but then... "Avenge your mother Sparrowflight....Kill him." That made em snap. I leapt at my father and pinned him down. I slashed his face but that wasn't enough to keep him he threw me off and I rolled on the ground. I jumped back up fur bristling at my father. "You know what father?" I dodged a blow and got a good claw on his shoulder. I leapt up from beside him and knocked him over. "I am Tired-!" I pinned him down and claws his face for every bitter word I spoke. "Of-" SLASH! "You-" SLASH "Hurting-" SLASH "ME!" SNAP! I broke my fathers neck. I sat down and waited for him to come back. he only had a few lives left. I counted, I counted how many times he carelessly lost them! Finally my father moved. I pounced on him and slashed at him again. I clawed his neck while I still had the chance... One life left. One kill left. One more step vegance. I smirked. this was fun! He moved again. I pounced back on him but before I clawed his neck... "I hate you father. I always have. When you die I will destroy your clan with slow and painful deaths!" I hissed and sank my claws into his neck. My father fell limp under my paws. I smiled. I laughed. There were still SO MANY! To get revenge on! I let out a purr at my fathers corpse... I didn't care who heard me didn't care who saw me! words repeated in my mind. sparrowfall told me to listen to those words... I let out a laughter. It got louder and louder by the second. they dishonered me! I'll...I'll kill them...all. Sparrowfall purred next to me. Nice job, who should we go for next? I smirked, a wicked smirk. I wasn't going to stop killing. it was perfect. the smell of the blood the heat of battle when the cats try to fight back! "How about....Featherwing?" I purred. Sparrowfall nodded. "That little follower of Wolfstars if im correct?" Sparrowfall tilted her head. I nodded. "She must die..A slow and painfull death!" I hissed, Sparrowfall disappeared. But words rang in my head. I crept up on Featherwing, she was looking at the night stars. She does this almost every night...I dunno why but she just made my little job easier. I walked out of the bushes almost as if it was normal. Featherwing whipped around. "Sparrowflight?! Why aren't you in camp?! ooh you are SO busted now!" I smiled. did she really think she could just run off and go cry to father? "I'm sorry, but I don't think You can cry to Wolfstar now Featherwing." I smiled and unseathed my claws, Featherwing gasped. "What did you do to him?!" she yowled. My eyes narrowed. "I avenged my mother. I gave him what he derserved. I. Got. Revenge!" With that I launched myself at Featherwing. she let out a yelp and slashed my face in alarm. Ha! What a pathetic excuse for a warrior! I dived tot he side and clawed her shoulder. she jumped back and tried to land a blow on my face again. I smirked and leapt forward, hitting her chest. Featherwing squirmed beneath my grip, but i kept the pathetic thing down. I began to slowly- rake my claws across across her side. She let out a yowl of pain. I smirked and went down to her neck quickly biting it. Cant have a patrol coming here now can we? iNSaNiTY "Sparrowflight?! What have you done?!" I whipped around. bluefeather stood there with her ears flattened. Sparrowflight smirked. "I got revenge, Bluefeather." Bluefeather stepped back. Suddenly a voice rang out. "Bwuefeather? Big sister? Whats going on?" The main problem of the "Alien Space Bats" articles is that, they are just too insane, here's an possible example: 1949 - The People's Republic of China is declared. 1950 - The People's Republic of China is overrun by Taiwanese starships from the future. The goal of the "Insanity" timeline is trying to be as entertaining and illogical as possible, without crossing the ASB line. 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