DOLLA DOLLA BILL YA'LL

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DOLLA DOLLA BILL YA'LL
Topic Started: Jun 15 2007, 05:04 PM (156 Views)
Rikimaru	Jun 15 2007, 05:04 PM Post #1
Unregistered	Despite a very awkward transition, I won 250 dollars for this tribute to 1984. I wouldn't call it my best work, but it's the only thing that has yielded a profit. Good thing everyone else sucked. Oh yeah, I did the final draft on my friends computer because I was staying at his house after a party and had to get it done, so this obviously isn't the final draft. If there are any errors, bite me; however, if you want to pay me (at least) $250.01, I will personally correct any error you wish. $25 service charge not included. “My Personal Room 101” Inside every person’s mind lies one fear so forbidden and so frightening that he or she would divulge any secret, accept any ideal, and surrender any comrade just to avoid facing the fear. The manifestation of this fear is Room 101. Room 101 is different for everyone; however no matter what is inside Room 101, the use of Room 101 is always the same. This room is used to twist the person in any way Big Brother wants. With it, the Party molds the most radical thinkers and revolutionaries from the Party into personifications of the Party ideals. It is the greatest tool of the Party, the fiercest weapon it has against criminal thoughts of Party members. In order to properly prepare a person to enter Room 101, the prisoner must be broken down from a human being into a mere shell of his former self. Upon initial detainment, a prisoner must be stripped of all his or her belongings, excluding the clothes on his back, immediately. The prisoner must remain in nervous anticipation for a certain amount of time. Depending on the mental stability of the prisoner, the amount of time spent in waiting may extend from a few hours to a few weeks. The cell should be dimly lit, poorly ventilated, and should offer at most uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. These arrangements allow no physical comfort; they make it difficult for the prisoner to see, to breathe, and to rest. A prisoner cannot be allowed to have a substantial amount of food or water. This lack of nutrition quickens the physical breakdown of the prisoner. Interrogation also will exhaust the prisoner both physically and mentally. His body must be broken down by depriving him of the physical needs he requires most. The entire point of this physical breakdown is to begin a mental breakdown. During the period of waiting, as the prisoner grows weaker, he will begin to question his fate. All thoughts of resistance towards Big Brother will evaporate as his hunger increases. His exhaustion from the lack sleep and being starved will weaken his mind. Room 101 should be subtly introduced to the prisoners during this waiting period. The subtle introduction of the terrors of Room 101 into the prisoner’s conscience is also important, as he will begin to question the miserable fate that awaits him there. This will further degrade the prisoner’s mental stability, as he now realizes another terrible weapon Big Brother holds against him, a weapon that is apparently far more terrible than the miserable living conditions he has experienced while waiting. With the introduction of Room 101, the prisoner will lose his last hope of reprieve, and will lose all hope of possible resistance to Big Brother. I can only recount my own experiences as an example. This entire description is a product of my own stay in Big Brother’s hands. As I lost track of time in holding and my body and mind both grew weaker, all hope flowed away from me. Through interrogations I simply bent to anything they wanted. However, my interrogator said that my submission was not enough; I had to truly love Big Brother. I did not understand the implications of this demand, until after another waiting period between interrogations; a guard walked into my cell, pointed to me, and told me to go to Room 101. When I arrived at my own Room 101, I entered a room darker and danker than my holding cell. While it did not have worse lighting then a holding cell, the room itself exuded an aura of darkness. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all the same shade of dark gray. The ventilation, however, was much worse than inside the holding cells. It did not just have the stale smell of stagnant air, but also of grimy water. It was that moment when it became obvious the entire cell was damp, with mold growing on the walls. There was no furniture in the room, but there were three openings in the room, a small hole in the ceiling, a small drain in the floor, and the door, which seemed to blend into the wall. After a few moments of nervous waiting in the prison, a voice spoke, seemingly from everywhere, telling me that I would do anything for Big Brother. Following this, there was a closing sound from the drain in the floor, and water rushed in from the hole in the ceiling. The door, upon closer inspection, was locked. There was no way out. The water rose first to my knees, then to my waist, then to my neck. I then began treading water in order to stay afloat. My head rose closer and closer to the ceiling, and my body grew weaker from the strain of treading water. At that moment I realized that I would inevitably drown in this room. The painful thoughts of death rushed through my mind as I registered what was really occurring. Suddenly, I sold out everything I have ever known in life. I accused my parents, my co-workers, and any other name that came into my mind. I professed my devotion to Big Brother. I asked the Party to torture my family and friends, if only I could be spared. When I thought it was all over, the drain suddenly opened. I lost consciousness shortly after I was spared by the mercy of the Party. After I was returned to the outside world; I never forgot my day in Room 101. I felt no guilt for betraying all those I knew while I was in that room. For whatever reason, I have no regrets for any actions I took in that room for survival. I am completely fine with the fact that I had sold everything I had believed in, in order to gain a few additional moments of life. Room 101 has served its purpose. I am now a loyal follower of Big Brother, and I shall do everything he wants me to do.
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VirtuaFantice	Jun 15 2007, 11:22 PM Post #2
Wriggly Worm Posts: 498 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: May 30, 2007	Wow that was..quite awsome. Frightening as well. But it is actually extremely well put together...the details made it seem like i was there o-0 no wonder it won a prize. Good job as always =)



Rikimaru	Jun 16 2007, 07:26 PM Post #3
Unregistered	I still sorta wish I coudla cleaned up the transition. There has to be a way to cleanly go from expository description to first person action. THERE MUST BE.
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Dark_Sage	Jun 16 2007, 08:55 PM Post #4
Unregistered	tl;dr
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VirtuaFantice	Jun 16 2007, 10:56 PM Post #5
Wriggly Worm Posts: 498 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: May 30, 2007	Rikimaru Jun 17 2007, 12:26 AM I still sorta wish I coudla cleaned up the transition. There has to be a way to cleanly go from expository description to first person action. THERE MUST BE. you could gradually get to the first person through the expository by bsing ur way through? idk o.o im not a good writer :ph43r:



SomeGuy	Jun 19 2007, 12:47 PM Post #6
Unregistered	That was a really good story riki i enjoyed it lol
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