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finished version of Dangerous Prison
Intro:
The human mind is an evil thing. Therefore it makes sense that the strongest curse on a person is to force them to spend time with their own thoughts. It's taxing. It wears them down, and tears them apart from within. One finds that if they spend enough time in the confines of their thoughts, the only escape is writing them all out. The things that people in their own minds wrote down were considered madness.
They were terrible, terrible things.
The punishment of living with only one's thoughts was later called mentilaita. This is due to the English root mental; meaning mind. Before the name came about, it was called thought trapping.
When this method of punishment was first presented to the world, evidence was already available and was also published at the same time. Scientists used this as a punishment on the 60 worst prisoners in the Southern Tech Lit Prison (STLP). They also conducted experiments during the process of punishment.
The prisoners were fed food with memory wipping drugs that left the basics and childhoods but not the crimes. They then were subjected to a room temperature enclosed space with no windows, no visible doors, and a simple light on the celing. They had access to the switch. If the prisoners asked any questions about why they were there, how they got there, or anything else of the sort, they were removed from the experimentation and inserted back in once the drugs had taken effect again.
The results are shown here as written by the prisoners for all to see. Perhaps this is the most extensive proof of how dangerously terrifying our minds can be.
(Dangerous information, keep in enclosed space.)
Chapter 1 gray
P. 8 Day 1:
My eyes always wander to the wall. The wall is so pretty. I like gray. It's the color of the clouds on a rainy day. I love the sound of rain. Sometimes I believe I hear it. But in truth, there are no sounds here.
P. 8 Day 2:
I think about music a lot. I think about it all the time in fact. I've made rythms and rymes in my head. Ta-tah taah ta-tah Taah. I think this in my head.
P. 8 Day 3:
Did you know that an eraser on the ground makes a quiet bang and the tip makes a louder bang?
P. 8 Day 4:
I want more music. I want more sounds. The silence pierces my head. I hate this. I hate this so much. Please someone. Is there anyone?
P. 8 Day 5:
The pencil is sharp. It broke my skin this morning. I don't feel good now.
P. 8 Day 6:
I woke up with my finger bandaged. Am I not alone? Is there more outside than just this room? I have begun to search for a door. (Prisoner removed at this time for further memory wipes. Edit: reregistered as 57, after 7 days, and kept on watch list).
Chapter 2 white
P. 17 Day 1:
My thoughts wandered to trees. I wished I was a tree. I would stretch my roots out and reach toward the sun, forever.
P. 17 Day 2:
I want to look to the sky. I love the color blue. The deep darkness on the edges and the light in the middle. Both are beautiful. I love blue.
P. 17 Day 3:
There is a lot of white inside. My brain is full of white. I decided to explore a little. I am alone here.
P. 17 Day 4:
I thought about the ground today. I hatched an elaborate plan for robbing a house from the basement. I would steal the smallest of things there and escape through my tunnel. There are pipes I would have to avoid, so it would be best to get the electrical and water plans.
P. 17 Day 5:
The white is back. I went farther today. Then I realized that I wasn't alone. There was something else there. It was scary though, so I left.
P. 17 Day 6:
I remembered something today. It's wrong to remember. The past is bad, so I must avoid it at all costs. In order to forget again, I ate all the food there this morning. I love the food. The food makes me feel good.
P. 17 Day 7:
There is too much time. Time is evil. It goes on forever and ever. I don't want to be evil so I should stay away from time.
P. 17 Day 8:
There was water falling from my eyes. It scared me and then more came out. I thought I was sick. Then it was white again. The white helped me. But I saw the thing so I left early.
P. 17 Day 9:
White. So much white. I sat in the corner. The scary thing is visible from here, so I can't move from this spot. It paces the floor, back and forth. I hate it. It's ugly and scary. What if it attacks me? I'm scared...(Lab report shows that the prisoner collapsed at this time) [Smeared ink with a large thumbprint]
Chapter 3 red
P. 42 Day 1:
I wandered around my room today. I'm bored. According to Dad, boredom is a punishment. I can't think of why. The food is so good.
P. 42 Day 2:
This is stupid. I don't want to write, but I'm bored and I found these in the corner yesterday morning. I hate this so much. I don't know what to write besides stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
P. 42 Day 3:
Today I wondered about books Books are smart. I wish I was that smart. I want to be smart with words, but they are hard.
P. 42 Day 4:
I like bugs. I found an ant today and I watched as it crawled across the floor in front of me. Then I remembered things. Bad things. Terrible things. Things I had done. My mind was red and I was running to the wall. I need out! I HATE THIS STUPID PLACE! WORST PUNISHMENT EVER!!!! LET ME OUT OF HERE! I have both shouted this and written it. No one responds. Not even the bug flinched. It...
The human mind is an evil thing. Therefore it makes sense that the strongest curse on a person is to force them to spend time with their own thoughts. It's taxing. It wears them down, and tears them apart from within. One finds that if they spend enough time in the confines of their thoughts, the only escape is writing them all out. The things that people in their own minds wrote down were considered madness.
They were terrible, terrible things.
The punishment of living with only one's thoughts was later called mentilaita. This is due to the English root mental; meaning mind. Before the name came about, it was called thought trapping.
When this method of punishment was first presented to the world, evidence was already available and was also published at the same time. Scientists used this as a punishment on the 60 worst prisoners in the Southern Tech Lit Prison (STLP). They also conducted experiments during the process of punishment.
The prisoners were fed food with memory wipping drugs that left the basics and childhoods but not the crimes. They then were subjected to a room temperature enclosed space with no windows, no visible doors, and a simple light on the celing. They had access to the switch. If the prisoners asked any questions about why they were there, how they got there, or anything else of the sort, they were removed from the experimentation and inserted back in once the drugs had taken effect again.
The results are shown here as written by the prisoners for all to see. Perhaps this is the most extensive proof of how dangerously terrifying our minds can be.
(Dangerous information, keep in enclosed space.)
Chapter 1 gray
P. 8 Day 1:
My eyes always wander to the wall. The wall is so pretty. I like gray. It's the color of the clouds on a rainy day. I love the sound of rain. Sometimes I believe I hear it. But in truth, there are no sounds here.
P. 8 Day 2:
I think about music a lot. I think about it all the time in fact. I've made rythms and rymes in my head. Ta-tah taah ta-tah Taah. I think this in my head.
P. 8 Day 3:
Did you know that an eraser on the ground makes a quiet bang and the tip makes a louder bang?
P. 8 Day 4:
I want more music. I want more sounds. The silence pierces my head. I hate this. I hate this so much. Please someone. Is there anyone?
P. 8 Day 5:
The pencil is sharp. It broke my skin this morning. I don't feel good now.
P. 8 Day 6:
I woke up with my finger bandaged. Am I not alone? Is there more outside than just this room? I have begun to search for a door. (Prisoner removed at this time for further memory wipes. Edit: reregistered as 57, after 7 days, and kept on watch list).
Chapter 2 white
P. 17 Day 1:
My thoughts wandered to trees. I wished I was a tree. I would stretch my roots out and reach toward the sun, forever.
P. 17 Day 2:
I want to look to the sky. I love the color blue. The deep darkness on the edges and the light in the middle. Both are beautiful. I love blue.
P. 17 Day 3:
There is a lot of white inside. My brain is full of white. I decided to explore a little. I am alone here.
P. 17 Day 4:
I thought about the ground today. I hatched an elaborate plan for robbing a house from the basement. I would steal the smallest of things there and escape through my tunnel. There are pipes I would have to avoid, so it would be best to get the electrical and water plans.
P. 17 Day 5:
The white is back. I went farther today. Then I realized that I wasn't alone. There was something else there. It was scary though, so I left.
P. 17 Day 6:
I remembered something today. It's wrong to remember. The past is bad, so I must avoid it at all costs. In order to forget again, I ate all the food there this morning. I love the food. The food makes me feel good.
P. 17 Day 7:
There is too much time. Time is evil. It goes on forever and ever. I don't want to be evil so I should stay away from time.
P. 17 Day 8:
There was water falling from my eyes. It scared me and then more came out. I thought I was sick. Then it was white again. The white helped me. But I saw the thing so I left early.
P. 17 Day 9:
White. So much white. I sat in the corner. The scary thing is visible from here, so I can't move from this spot. It paces the floor, back and forth. I hate it. It's ugly and scary. What if it attacks me? I'm scared...(Lab report shows that the prisoner collapsed at this time) [Smeared ink with a large thumbprint]
Chapter 3 red
P. 42 Day 1:
I wandered around my room today. I'm bored. According to Dad, boredom is a punishment. I can't think of why. The food is so good.
P. 42 Day 2:
This is stupid. I don't want to write, but I'm bored and I found these in the corner yesterday morning. I hate this so much. I don't know what to write besides stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
P. 42 Day 3:
Today I wondered about books Books are smart. I wish I was that smart. I want to be smart with words, but they are hard.
P. 42 Day 4:
I like bugs. I found an ant today and I watched as it crawled across the floor in front of me. Then I remembered things. Bad things. Terrible things. Things I had done. My mind was red and I was running to the wall. I need out! I HATE THIS STUPID PLACE! WORST PUNISHMENT EVER!!!! LET ME OUT OF HERE! I have both shouted this and written it. No one responds. Not even the bug flinched. It...
