Crazy

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[close]       The School of the Magical and Talented is for students from ages 10-20 that are, well, magical and talented. Most are normal, but some of them are the children of Disney villains. Some of the teachers are even Disney villains themselves. The other students don't know that, though. The villains are seeing each other as villains, and have evil plans together. The first villain was Maleficent, and she told all the other villains about the school. Can you stop them? Will you be the hero... or the villain.

[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?"

[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!"