"These are the stories I tell by the water
These are the stories I tell in the moonlight
These are the stories I sing along to
If you find them please love them too"
Welcome to the madhouse. It's a house full of madness indeed. You have five seconds to turn and run away.
You want to stay? You are brave, the bravest person I've ever met. Stop waiting, let's go inside.
Don't worry about the nurses, they don't care about anybody; the only care is to quaff by the stairs. By this door are the residents, the real mad people. Let's take a look, you'll be fascinated.
In this room lives the raconteur man, he's like 80 years old. He swears he survived 25 wars, including the Civil War. I know that is impossible, but he always has taciturn girls listening to his tales, wishing they could've been witnesses.
One floor up and you'll see the mad scientist, with his pablum ideas about the end of the world. He has used tons of papers, worth a thousand trees, but he still can't reach a solid conclusion.
And here lives the sacrosanct woman, who is rumored ate gold every day. Everybody wants to kill her to become a rich person, but in the past she was a ninja, so she knows how to fight back.
There are more mad people all over this place. The blood drinker, the druggie, nymphomaniac and the random shouter. Now sorry I didn't told you this before, but now that you entered you can never go out.
So while you go insane let's start making your story. What are your fears? Traumas? Weird memories? Let's make this quick so I can quickly find another fool to visit this hell.
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