If you were in a padded room...
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I'd wait.
Obviously, someone would come in unless it was some sort of sick torture stunt, in which case I'd try to learn how to do a backflip. Then deliberately fail at one.
Obviously, someone would come in unless it was some sort of sick torture stunt, in which case I'd try to learn how to do a backflip. Then deliberately fail at one.
In a nice home becase of old age.
Because i'll calm down and start to act normal and after a few years the docters will let me out again and ill be one once more with the world my skitsofrenia wont bother me anymore and everthing will be super.
or keep running till i die of physical exhaustion
Because i'll calm down and start to act normal and after a few years the docters will let me out again and ill be one once more with the world my skitsofrenia wont bother me anymore and everthing will be super.
or keep running till i die of physical exhaustion
i wouldn't try to kill myself. I'd sitting there staring at the walls, because i'm bland. Or i would have one of my regular self conversations that can last for hours on a single topic....... fun times o.o
I wouldn't kill myself. I would escape.
The first thing I would do is not brush my teeth for a long period of time. Like, really long (it would be worth it). After my teeth become sufficiently plaque-covered I would brush them, causing my gums to bleed excessively, and put on a wild grin. The people watching me on through the video camera would assume I bit my tongue off in an attempt to kill myself. When they come in to check, and attempt to give me medical assistance, I would bite the hand the fed me (or more likely tazed me when bored) by literally biting his hand. With guard number one subdued, I would use my psychic powers to knock out the guard number two, and loot his body (again, mouth). When guard number one recovered he would see his close-to-dead pal lying on the floor, giving me leverage to threaten him into releasing me (of course this is a plain faced lie; my mind can only harm those who are attempting to hurt me). After I get the straitjacket removed I would take out my shoegun (always stored in my sock) and shoot before he can call backup. I would then leave on my magical pony.
I had more, but I was writing too much so I ended it with a pony.
The first thing I would do is not brush my teeth for a long period of time. Like, really long (it would be worth it). After my teeth become sufficiently plaque-covered I would brush them, causing my gums to bleed excessively, and put on a wild grin. The people watching me on through the video camera would assume I bit my tongue off in an attempt to kill myself. When they come in to check, and attempt to give me medical assistance, I would bite the hand the fed me (or more likely tazed me when bored) by literally biting his hand. With guard number one subdued, I would use my psychic powers to knock out the guard number two, and loot his body (again, mouth). When guard number one recovered he would see his close-to-dead pal lying on the floor, giving me leverage to threaten him into releasing me (of course this is a plain faced lie; my mind can only harm those who are attempting to hurt me). After I get the straitjacket removed I would take out my shoegun (always stored in my sock) and shoot before he can call backup. I would then leave on my magical pony.
I had more, but I was writing too much so I ended it with a pony.
why would i kill myself? I'm in a PADDED ROOM i would be having the time of my life. I would even make the request to have a smaller room. It is a dream of mine to be in one of these rooms for about an hour. What i would do is bounce off the walls till i went insane then become sane again then do it again till the universe made sense in the way that up is down and down is left.
It'd eat through the padding until I got to stuffing. Then I'd proceed to shove as much in my mouth as humanly possible and hopefully sufficate.
I'd be efficient and work on a death plan and an escape plan at the same time; I would run around the room nonstop for days, after which I'd either have legs of steel with which I would kick my way through a wall, or I would die of hunger/dehydration/exhaustion.
My thoughts exactly. No point in killing yourself simply because you're in a padded cell.Jezzascmezza said:
(Also, it's really freakin' hard to commit suicide in a padded cell. That's why they put potentially suicidal mental patients in them.)
I would baffle my guards/sick millionare captors by escaping the jacket with my teeth, breaking my legs so they are flexible and begin to eat my feet, work my way up to the knees, then hips and then stomach until i had completely eaten my body and then when the guard came into my cell he would see only a strait jacket on the floor and i would be nowhere to be found.
that or i would nestle up against the padding for a nice snooze and get round to acheiving lucid dreaming and then live out a multi-million dollar budget action film or recieve training from dream-bruce lee and then use it to escape.
that or i would nestle up against the padding for a nice snooze and get round to acheiving lucid dreaming and then live out a multi-million dollar budget action film or recieve training from dream-bruce lee and then use it to escape.
