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Welcome To The Suicide Day Care.
It is said, that those who came
left to never be the same
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Like anyother street in this city there are countless bars and cafes, each one as boring and plain as the next. Each
one just another place to grab a mundane bottle of beer and attempt to get laid by someone who may or may not be worth your
time. But one stands alone in a cluttered mass of overindulgence and invasive smells, The Suicide Day Care
On the outside it is just another abandoned delapitated warehouse with a neon sign out front flashing brightly against
the dark night, but something about this particular building draws you in. Something...dangerous. Promising. Once inside the
glass double doors music rushes out to meet you like a heat wave, loud and hyptnotic. A step down through thick black curtains
and the building opens up, amazingly large and spacious. Much larger than it would seem possible.
There are tables and booths set up in no obvious patttern while a circular bar takes up the entire center of the large
room, giving the bartender a complete view of the establishment. There is no where you can go to hide from her. You can either
be comforted by that thought...or disturbed.
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NOTICE:
If you damage the property of The Suicide Day Care, on purpose or by accident, you will be held responcible for payment.
The Owner decides what form said payment will be taken as.
You break it, I break you.
NOTICE:
No ID No mixed drinks. Whiskey Only
No Shirt No promises
No respect No leaving
 
((Please note that all pictures on this site were pulled randomly from the internet, and I do not take credit for any
of them))
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On a large balcony above a band plays, though they cant be seen fully. It is the typical sound though, too loud, dark,
and almost puts you in a trance. They dont play anything you would know, but when you leave you will always remember their
songs.
On each wall are weapons of all kinds lined up in rows. Whips. Knives. Swords. Flayls, Spikes. Hanging from the ceiling
were even more toys of choice. Beds of Nails.Kusari Gama. Steel Spikes ready to fall at any given moment, if the moment wer
just right. There were even Cages strung up that could prove to be tons of fun.
There was a sign hanging in plain view before you could take the final steps into the bar, reading In the darkness death
may wait ; when she smiles it may be too late .There were also advertisements to rent the rooms in the back for private parties
for more.. nefarious gettogethers, and there were lodgings for rent upstairs as well. This was not your typical establishment,
but one that you would never forget.
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All those who come are looking for adventure... mystery... danger. But how much are you willing to endure?
In the darkness death may wait ; when she smiles it may be too late
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