(i posted this on tumblr so i though i'd post it here too,)

You know how you make a joke and lets you post said joke to someone on your facebook (I don’t have one but lets make belive for a bit) and it was ment for that person and lets say your humor is kinda out there so maybe it could be seen as something bad and then lets in someone that had nothing to do with it into the mix and comments on said joke back to you, You trying a nice person trys to joke with said person who takes it WAYYYYYYYY~ to SERIOUSLY and you being the tpye of person that never ment any harm is now froce to explan a joke that someone didn’t understand! IT WAS NOT MENT FOR YOU SO WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING!!



in case like this never say SORRY it was ment as a joke explan it was a joke and move the fuck on. but too the person who commented it wasn’t ment for you so why are you being noisy!!

jesus…

When I was younger I use to believe the things my mother told me. Although they were always said behind the bottle of whisky.


I was an odd child this I knew from the things I ate to what I watched to what I said. I was also smart for my age to smart my father would say followed by the words “nerdy little shit.” And at the age of ten my father said in a drunken stupor.


"No son of mine is going to be no vergin fag! You’ll have to man up!"


Half of which was slurred, but I got the just of what he said. So off to camp I went, it wasn’t fancy and it wasn’t boot camp. An what I could only call hell for the next 2 weeks.


Most kids were dropped off by their parents most of them just wanting to have free time. Just like my parents and most of the kids knew this and acted out because of it.


Me on the other had stayed to myself I was antisocial, and for the first 3 days it stayed that way. Until a younger boy asked me to play I said no, and when he keep bugging me I ignore him. There were older children at the camp to most of them related to the younger kids.


And on the fourth day I had found a quiet dock to look out at the murky lake water. Until I was shoved in, I didn’t know how to swim.


I nearly drowned just because I didn’t want to play a game of Uno.


I was saved tho,


By a girl named Cindy she smelled of rose, had blonde hair and I hated her. She poped her gum when she spoke to me and she stared to long at one of the co-works ass,

"You okay kid?"


I nodded my head catching my breath,


"You got to speak up if you every want to make friends." 'Pop'


I felt my eye twitch but I only nodded again there was no need to speak if I didn’t want to. Oh the sixth day of week one a new girl by the name of Jennifer started working at the camp. It was around lunch time when I first met her. She sat at my abounded lunch table where it was just me. She started talking, up until this point I hadn’t spoken to anyone and they hadn’t spoken to me, just picked on me. An I wonder if she would realize I wasn’t going to say anything back.


"You have such cute blonde curls there not to curly and not to straight."


This made my face go red embarrassing. She smelled nice she wasn’t like Cindy wearing a lot of make-up chewing gum in an annoying fashion. She had long brown hair, and little spots on her face and had hazel eye.

I don’t know why I noticed these things but I did.

(Warning if your not open to creepy, and out going character maybe you should watch some more horror movies)

(Explain)
First Info on Mr. Smile

Alston Foreman (Aka Mr. Smile)

Age-26 (note,no longer remembers his real age)

Birth-Documents not found.

Mr. Alston, worked as a young doctor at Old Oak Asylum. Soon after his first few years of working. The Manger started, to watch him more and more. He had grown close to one of the co-works Miss Elizabeth. Nothing more than a simple working women no rich expect for her grandmother rings. Without most of a though there lives grow together. Got married, had children and was living a happy life. unknown to Mr. Alston, his manger had his eye on Miss Elizabeth for the longest. Having her taking away there was only one thing left to do.

Get Revenge.

The man went insane, each one of Mr. Alston patients were give torture treatment. most of his patients were children. After finding out he rushed to his old work place, only to see his wife of 9 years hanging from the ceiling.

Soon After Darkness.

He woke up in one of the underground basements of the Asylum. Housing most of the feared criminally insane patients. His two children, was the only thing left until they were riped from him to just like his wife. Becoming criminally insane.

Revenge is the only way.

They said his smile was what made his patients day, from that day on he only smiled craving it into his very being. The Owner is still alive, running the once quite Old Oak Asylum into a hell hole. Mr. Atlson is no longer Mr. Smile is here he will give the information you chose to live or not.

(The things i need for story.)

Name

age

Birth

Living area

(note-you have no powers but still can kill)

To make things more clear, you are either one of two things.

A patient of Old oak asylum or going to be a patient soon.


Also i need Info on your character (Background information)
Goal each line of the story most follow up to the manger but other than that you have free world.

Revenge is name of the games my kids lets play.
all ends with revenge (hope you get the hint revenge is most important there has to be someone in the story you want revenge on)