Crazy

[close] I don't expect my group to be an overnight success, but thing is, I doubt I'm only Saudi Non-National living in this country *cough*I see more filipinos and indians than Saudis*cough* So, let's get all us traveling crazies in one place to talk about the things no one else gets and use our arabic slang no one else understands like "Inshalla" and "Mishwar" and "Yulla, habibi! You stupid, we're late!"

[close] The Literally Everything is a roleplay that quite literally allows anything to happen. There are NO RULES. You create whatever type of OC you desire and roleplay them inside a fictional world based off of our own with a bunch of other people. You honestly don't even need common sense. Go crazy bish.

[close] Hallo ihr Lieben :) Es freut mich, dass ihr hergefunden habt, seis vom BookCircle oder sonst woher. Da das das erste Mal ist, dass ich so eine Gruppe in irgendeiner Art erstelle und leite müsst ihr mir ein bisschen unter die Arme greifen. Ich möchte das wir alle eine schöne Zeit zusammen haben und jeder Spaß an der Sache haben kann, also könnt ihr mitbestimmen, wie es hier laufen soll. Hangout, Leseabschnitte, wann, wie, wo das liegt alles bei euch, also bestimmt fleißig mit. Auf einen tollen November Monat mit viel Lesespaß. LG Sabrina :)

[close] The walls are closing in, the air is growing thin, and you just can't stop laughing. The nurses are scared, you've lost all hair, but you hang on to one thing: You're crazy. - "Welcome to The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls! Our fine establishment was built in 1856 and has been a great success in curing many! We have the finest advancements in medicine, the most revolutionary healing processes and the greatest care any patient could ever want or need! Our fine set up is run by Dr. Stockhill, doctor extraordinaire! Working along side him, Dr. Lymer, our head surgeon, he has cured more patients than any other of his time! So please, stop in for a visit anytime! (just call ahead!)" - "The "great" Asylum for girls is really not all that it's cracked up to be", recalls escaped inmate Lucy one dreary afternoon. "It wasn't great at all. All we were given for clothing was a pair of ghastly striped stockings and an old white slip. I'm sure both of them were used before we even got them. The inside smelled horrible, and so did the patients. It always smelled like shit and rats. And we were always cold since we weren't allowed blankets and the floor was just concrete and gross hay. It was dark all the time, even during the noon. It terrified me. And the doctors, the doctors! I don't even know why they call themselves that. They're more like torturers. I think they hurt us just for the fun of it. I remember, one time, a tall man came and took my cell mate out into the hallway. "Drink this", he had told her. And when she didn't want to do it, he hit her really hard until she cried. She drank it eventually, and had runs for the next week. After that, she stopped eating. Then they took her away for 'testing' and I never saw her again. What else did you want to know? Oh, alright. I suppose I'll go now. But hey, make sure this article stays underground. If they find out it was me, they'll find me. Find me. And I'll be dead. Okay?"