She opened the door; the rusted metal scratched against the cold stone floor. She didn’t know who she was or why she was there, but she had to get out. She had woken up to the darkness and it was driving her mad already. Time had slipped by her shaking form as she stepped out of the cell,…
(( One, this is an amazing little short story. Let us make literary babies.
Two, you and I both seem to enjoy the abuse of semi-colons. o^o ))
He’s so terrified of the dark. Does he just go insane before falling asleep?
WHAT DID HE DO WHEN HE HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM WHILE HE WAS BEING CHASED BY MR. FACE AND MR. TALL?
When did he eat?
I guess Daniel is more amazing than we thought. I mean, he CAN lift chairs and rocks with one hand.
I believe the Ask Daniel (askanamnesiac) tumblr page already answered the first question for you.
(( Yeah, you can figure out what’s going on here, so I hope. I was the asker. ))
(( Finally got around to doing the Amnesia Voice Meme. Excuse my grating voice D: And inability to speak well. ; ^; ))
Why are you posting images of me, Daniel? I thought we discussed this…
There you go, a drawing for you.
I just need this on the dash board again, to refresh Brute’s memory of what I saw.
I ADMIT NOTHING
I MIGHT HAVE BEEN DRUNK
This is what happens when I decide to go to sleep for once?