Post by 204 on Jul 21, 2013 3:38:44 GMT -5
I am 204. I hate my designation; it comes with a heavy burden of horrible memories. I can still hear the screaming echoing down the corridors, can still hear the sickening thud of human bodies in the "classroom" next door. I can still smell the antisepticky odor, and can see the blood crusted on the stone walls of my cell. They stripped us of our lives, of our identities. I came to forget what my own house looked like. What my family looked like. I'm still not entirely sure how long they held me. According to reports I disappeared when I was twelve years old, and returned a little over three years later.
In 2007 I was taken from my family to an abusive underground prison/lab for minors called the School; it's real name is Provo Canyon School. It's located at 4501 North University Avenue Provo, Utah 84604.
Kids were beaten, raped, drugged, tortured, and experimented on. Due to the experiments some of us emerged with unusual....conditions. I'm an incomplete experiment.
After three long, agonizing years I escaped. Afterwards I became obsessed with continuing to hone my mind, body, and emotions in ways we were forced to do back in Utah out of habit. I felt compelled to, and still do. Even when I don't want to, it kinda sucks. Some times I feel like a computer program. I can control my temperature, my heart rate, my adrenaline, and my senses. This is due to the EEG/NFB Biofeedback experiments. We were hooked up to a machine and had to play a video game with our brain. If we didn't make it to the required goal, as with our other "sessions", we were punished for motivational and disciplinary purposes. 12 hours in an anechoic chamber was more than enough "motivation" for me. It was the worst thing I have ever had happen to me in my entire life. I'm still a little messed up in the head because of that incident. But I became scary good at playing their games with my mind. And yeah, so now I can control what are normally seen as involuntary bodily functions.
Due to some severe C-PTSD issues, I dissociate a lot and sometimes turn into something else; like I just sort of lose myself and something inside me snaps and it's like an unstoppable version of me takes over. Not just in high stress situations. Whenever there's a problem that is overwhelming me, the pressure builds up and I just snap and become super mentally, physically, and emotionally. Usually in regards of strategic planning and indirect forms of warfare and manipulation. It's liuke one hundred percent of my brain gets super focussed on one mission, like nothing else matters, the mission becomes my world and I can get a little extreme.
However, I never resort to violence. Ever fiber of my brain absolutely detest violence of any sort and refuses to contribute to it. I am physically unable to cause pain, hunt, or kill. So, I have to be creative sometimes. Violence is never "needed". Anyone who says that in my eyes is just too lazy to seek alternatives. They're out there, and in my opinion it's the duty of good men to find those ways and preserve order and peace. I fight towards solutions, so I am never down on the streets going after bad guys; not my style. I prefer the bad guys don't know that someone is trying to stop them before it's too late. If anyone knows what happened when I get finished with a mission, if anyone notices anything even remotely odd, I will have failed. I like playing things in my favor using dominoe effects. Doing a couple little things which in turn effect an entirely new chain of events, changing the world around me.
The Director is the individual who ran the School. I swore to wage war against her until her, and her entire operation to the ground. Last February I finished my first major strike against her. I'm sure she'll never notice. All I did was steal....oh, I dunno, billions of dollars from her.
I first had to get an alibi that afforded my transportation and hotel fares. A contact of mine informed me of this years upcoming Youth Policy Summit. I fit the criteria for what they were looking for, and so I signed up, wrote a compelling letter designed to persuade them to say yes (Psychological warfare and mind control are sort of hobbies of mine, psychology is sure fun huh?).
I was accepted shortly after. And so then I flew to the State Capital, unpacked my bags, got to work on some house bills and budget items (very boring, couldn't blow my cover though, also, I at least had time to study up on the senators and other influencial people and leaders of the free world. I was about to attempt my greatest mind control feat ever, I had to make sure I knew who I was talking too. After a couple days of rigorius studying, I narrowed it down to about 6 candidates, senators who I deducted would be most likely to back me up. It was now time to fulfill my true agenda.
I came prepared with my files, pages of individuals who have also been there coming forth, lawsuits, petitions, testimonials; the works. Oh, and all my sources. I watched one senators jaw drop after another. I dressed up and made sure to coat my shoulder pads on my suit (a formal business suit, not my super suit lol) with pine scented perfume. The scent of pine has a reputation for instilling the perception of success and confidence. Smell can be a very powerful weapon. These so called leaders of the free world today were turning to putty in my fingers. One asked me how much money he could give me. I couldn't really do anything else but snot; I chuckle and snorted a little. I told them I just wanted to put an end to her damage to our kids. He replied that from what he had heard it was a displinary school. My charismatic smile vanished slowly and my eyes must have been turning colors again (they turn really dark when I'm feeling very emotional and strongly about something, and it can be a little scary haha). "I was born to fight their brand of discipline." He was wearing a short sleeve dress shirt and started to move his arm behind his desk to hide his goose bumps. He cleared his throat and sincerely informed me he'd look into it, and I politely smiled, thanked him for his time, and invited him to the Reception that night to work on him a little further as I did with the other senators. Meeting privately at a private party in the city is a good...arena, to work on individuals and get inside their heads, and make them like you, and not only like you but like themselves for liking you, and then you can manipulate them that much more easily. I don't have a problem with manipulation. It's not bad in and of itself, and it helps me save the world one big chunk at a time. Because of my mind control abilities, now no child with medicaid or medicare in the state of alaska will be sent out of Alaska to any facility by the state. The Director makes [made? hehehe] roughly 15000 dollars per month per kid and many were kept for years because their system was impossible, and Alaska was one of her biggest sources of income, and so that is now A LOT of money that she will not be getting because chiefly it costs so much to send kids down there. Now I need to work on getting the state to use that money to build more affordable resources for kids here in Alaska and to keep them home.
I'm sorta like a benevolent Machievelli. XD
They didn't use are names, and in place of our names we were each issued a number. Mine was 204, and after years of being called that, it's just become who i am. My outfit is what we had to wear; mask and boots aside. Just plain grey sweats with our numbers stenciled on them for easier identification. Guess it was too difficult to I dunno, learn our names. *rolls eyes*
And so, yeah. Here I am, years later, working for the government, superheroing on the side a little. Spending time with family, fighting mad scientists, and helping kids not become bad guys. I used to feel uncomfortable when I first escaped because for the first time since I could remember (my memories before Utah are blank; I have amnesia) not being in fear for my life at every turn. It just became normal and I got used to the horrible things that happened everyday. So it was disturbing for me when things were just going fine and dandy, like I always felt some total suck fest was coming just around the corner. But now, not so much. Putting out fires is a good outlet; I basically get paid disgustingly well to go camp and work out haha. Sure, there's always the possibility I may become human popcorn, but I've never really been to worried about stuff like that. If it happens, well, then I get to find the answer to one of life's ultimate questions; that's gonna be pretty awesome, haha. I honestly don't care if I die anymore. It's not that I'm suicidal or that I even want to; I just don't care. I don't see the point in being scared of it. I almost died of hyperthermia once and once of heatstroke when I was stranded in the dessert after escaping. I've been beaten to a pulp more times than I can count, I've seen some wonderful and amazing things, and total hellish nightmares. I've learned so much and have come so far; I've had to grow up extremely fast. I'm content with dying at this point. Believe me, haha. XD I don't wish to do anything to jeapordize my life though. I'll die whenever it's time. I'll put up one heck of a fight first. Not because I'm scared of death, but because I fear for my family. My family and friends mean more to me than life itself, and I will never, ever abondon them. Not if I have anything to say about it. I'm ready to die but I'm also determined to live as long as I can.
I am mighty curiuous though, haha. SOmetimes it's tempting. XD
Anyhoo...I'm a pretty weird guy, but I'm definitely a good guy, even if I seem a little off sometimes. Something tells me the lot here aren't awful picky about individuals who are a little different, so long as of course they're not [insert your choice of word worthy of censoring here]. XD
Stay true. Stay free. Stay safe.
--204
In 2007 I was taken from my family to an abusive underground prison/lab for minors called the School; it's real name is Provo Canyon School. It's located at 4501 North University Avenue Provo, Utah 84604.
Kids were beaten, raped, drugged, tortured, and experimented on. Due to the experiments some of us emerged with unusual....conditions. I'm an incomplete experiment.
After three long, agonizing years I escaped. Afterwards I became obsessed with continuing to hone my mind, body, and emotions in ways we were forced to do back in Utah out of habit. I felt compelled to, and still do. Even when I don't want to, it kinda sucks. Some times I feel like a computer program. I can control my temperature, my heart rate, my adrenaline, and my senses. This is due to the EEG/NFB Biofeedback experiments. We were hooked up to a machine and had to play a video game with our brain. If we didn't make it to the required goal, as with our other "sessions", we were punished for motivational and disciplinary purposes. 12 hours in an anechoic chamber was more than enough "motivation" for me. It was the worst thing I have ever had happen to me in my entire life. I'm still a little messed up in the head because of that incident. But I became scary good at playing their games with my mind. And yeah, so now I can control what are normally seen as involuntary bodily functions.
Due to some severe C-PTSD issues, I dissociate a lot and sometimes turn into something else; like I just sort of lose myself and something inside me snaps and it's like an unstoppable version of me takes over. Not just in high stress situations. Whenever there's a problem that is overwhelming me, the pressure builds up and I just snap and become super mentally, physically, and emotionally. Usually in regards of strategic planning and indirect forms of warfare and manipulation. It's liuke one hundred percent of my brain gets super focussed on one mission, like nothing else matters, the mission becomes my world and I can get a little extreme.
However, I never resort to violence. Ever fiber of my brain absolutely detest violence of any sort and refuses to contribute to it. I am physically unable to cause pain, hunt, or kill. So, I have to be creative sometimes. Violence is never "needed". Anyone who says that in my eyes is just too lazy to seek alternatives. They're out there, and in my opinion it's the duty of good men to find those ways and preserve order and peace. I fight towards solutions, so I am never down on the streets going after bad guys; not my style. I prefer the bad guys don't know that someone is trying to stop them before it's too late. If anyone knows what happened when I get finished with a mission, if anyone notices anything even remotely odd, I will have failed. I like playing things in my favor using dominoe effects. Doing a couple little things which in turn effect an entirely new chain of events, changing the world around me.
The Director is the individual who ran the School. I swore to wage war against her until her, and her entire operation to the ground. Last February I finished my first major strike against her. I'm sure she'll never notice. All I did was steal....oh, I dunno, billions of dollars from her.
I first had to get an alibi that afforded my transportation and hotel fares. A contact of mine informed me of this years upcoming Youth Policy Summit. I fit the criteria for what they were looking for, and so I signed up, wrote a compelling letter designed to persuade them to say yes (Psychological warfare and mind control are sort of hobbies of mine, psychology is sure fun huh?).
I was accepted shortly after. And so then I flew to the State Capital, unpacked my bags, got to work on some house bills and budget items (very boring, couldn't blow my cover though, also, I at least had time to study up on the senators and other influencial people and leaders of the free world. I was about to attempt my greatest mind control feat ever, I had to make sure I knew who I was talking too. After a couple days of rigorius studying, I narrowed it down to about 6 candidates, senators who I deducted would be most likely to back me up. It was now time to fulfill my true agenda.
I came prepared with my files, pages of individuals who have also been there coming forth, lawsuits, petitions, testimonials; the works. Oh, and all my sources. I watched one senators jaw drop after another. I dressed up and made sure to coat my shoulder pads on my suit (a formal business suit, not my super suit lol) with pine scented perfume. The scent of pine has a reputation for instilling the perception of success and confidence. Smell can be a very powerful weapon. These so called leaders of the free world today were turning to putty in my fingers. One asked me how much money he could give me. I couldn't really do anything else but snot; I chuckle and snorted a little. I told them I just wanted to put an end to her damage to our kids. He replied that from what he had heard it was a displinary school. My charismatic smile vanished slowly and my eyes must have been turning colors again (they turn really dark when I'm feeling very emotional and strongly about something, and it can be a little scary haha). "I was born to fight their brand of discipline." He was wearing a short sleeve dress shirt and started to move his arm behind his desk to hide his goose bumps. He cleared his throat and sincerely informed me he'd look into it, and I politely smiled, thanked him for his time, and invited him to the Reception that night to work on him a little further as I did with the other senators. Meeting privately at a private party in the city is a good...arena, to work on individuals and get inside their heads, and make them like you, and not only like you but like themselves for liking you, and then you can manipulate them that much more easily. I don't have a problem with manipulation. It's not bad in and of itself, and it helps me save the world one big chunk at a time. Because of my mind control abilities, now no child with medicaid or medicare in the state of alaska will be sent out of Alaska to any facility by the state. The Director makes [made? hehehe] roughly 15000 dollars per month per kid and many were kept for years because their system was impossible, and Alaska was one of her biggest sources of income, and so that is now A LOT of money that she will not be getting because chiefly it costs so much to send kids down there. Now I need to work on getting the state to use that money to build more affordable resources for kids here in Alaska and to keep them home.
I'm sorta like a benevolent Machievelli. XD
They didn't use are names, and in place of our names we were each issued a number. Mine was 204, and after years of being called that, it's just become who i am. My outfit is what we had to wear; mask and boots aside. Just plain grey sweats with our numbers stenciled on them for easier identification. Guess it was too difficult to I dunno, learn our names. *rolls eyes*
And so, yeah. Here I am, years later, working for the government, superheroing on the side a little. Spending time with family, fighting mad scientists, and helping kids not become bad guys. I used to feel uncomfortable when I first escaped because for the first time since I could remember (my memories before Utah are blank; I have amnesia) not being in fear for my life at every turn. It just became normal and I got used to the horrible things that happened everyday. So it was disturbing for me when things were just going fine and dandy, like I always felt some total suck fest was coming just around the corner. But now, not so much. Putting out fires is a good outlet; I basically get paid disgustingly well to go camp and work out haha. Sure, there's always the possibility I may become human popcorn, but I've never really been to worried about stuff like that. If it happens, well, then I get to find the answer to one of life's ultimate questions; that's gonna be pretty awesome, haha. I honestly don't care if I die anymore. It's not that I'm suicidal or that I even want to; I just don't care. I don't see the point in being scared of it. I almost died of hyperthermia once and once of heatstroke when I was stranded in the dessert after escaping. I've been beaten to a pulp more times than I can count, I've seen some wonderful and amazing things, and total hellish nightmares. I've learned so much and have come so far; I've had to grow up extremely fast. I'm content with dying at this point. Believe me, haha. XD I don't wish to do anything to jeapordize my life though. I'll die whenever it's time. I'll put up one heck of a fight first. Not because I'm scared of death, but because I fear for my family. My family and friends mean more to me than life itself, and I will never, ever abondon them. Not if I have anything to say about it. I'm ready to die but I'm also determined to live as long as I can.
I am mighty curiuous though, haha. SOmetimes it's tempting. XD
Anyhoo...I'm a pretty weird guy, but I'm definitely a good guy, even if I seem a little off sometimes. Something tells me the lot here aren't awful picky about individuals who are a little different, so long as of course they're not [insert your choice of word worthy of censoring here]. XD
Stay true. Stay free. Stay safe.
--204
