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Post by REAAA on Feb 15, 2010 13:40:29 GMT -5
For as long as he could remember, Doctor Richard Alabaster had always been interested in psychology. He wondered how the mind worked and how it effected the surroundings of people. From the purpose of learning how people and their mindsets worked in certain surroundings, Doctor Alabaster strived hard to study people. This was the start of the foundation for The Alabaster House. When the Doctor decided to settle down and have children, he decided to use them in his own experiment. It was cruel to use his own kin as mere tools in a bigger plan, but he was so fascinated with psychology that he would do anything to figure out the mysteries of the brain and people. When his daughters were born, his plan had started to form and from there he watched his little girls, growing up.
He purposefully pitted his daughters together, and then an idea came to mind. His daughters didn't really that special in the work, so why not bring in more toys? His mind crazed at the thought of it and he searched. Doctor Alabaster only brought those in who were denied an existence in the world and those who lost their place -- murderers, rapists, juveniles, criminals. They were all called to The Alabaster House as an asylum, and as the playground for his little toys.
Doctor Alabaster had already formed the idea of Gangs in his head and it was starting to come to life as there soon came a divide in alliance of the asylum lurkers. People, from all over, were soon beginning to act differently then if they were still in society. They were in the outskirts of nowhere, with only this House and these people around them. The Doctor was pleased was his work. He continues to experiment and toy with these toys even now, working in the background and watching every move made in the house.
Two gangs formed, the HOLiCs and the ANTi-HOLiCs, led by the Doctor's own daughters. Pitted against each other, both gangs strive to become the best that there is in the House and to gang dominance.A fight to the death, survival of the fittest. No one yielded anything, no one let their guard down -- it's a mad house here.
Welcome to our festival. Do you dare come to our asylum?
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