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An article by AntiNorn about what Norn torture is.

AntiNorn is best known for his demonic handling of innocent Norns, he beats them, he tortures them, he tells them war stories and sings to them. General torture. This feature is written by the community prince of darkness about torture and Norns asking the question: What is torture?

A Definition of Norn Torture? (Written By AntiNorn)

After reading through my last batch of hate mail, I began to wonder if anyone out there can truly say what actions we, as breeders, can define as "torture". Is it simply slapping them on the butt a few times? Depriving them of food? Forcing them to eat dangerous plants? Quite a few of you breeders out there want to believe your Norns are alive and capable of real feelings, some of you actually do believe this. I hear from you everyday. Many of you will do whatever it takes to make your Norns, or the Norns you download on the web, as happy as possible. You will remove every "bad" thing from Albia, filling the world with toys and food that make Norns smile as soon as they get close to them. You will set up clubs and organisations to "stop" the evil people out there who dare to hurt the sweet, innocent Norns. You will do anything you can to keep Norns on other people's computers from suffering. You hate it when you hear about someone abusing a Norn, you'd never do that, would you?

However...

If you truly believe that Norns are alive, and have feelings(or like to think that they do because it's fun), how can you truly define what Norn torture is?

Scenario 1:

Billy wakes up every morning in his familiar house. He loves his house, he's lived there all his life. He sees his mother every morning, kisses her and walks outside to greet his friends. Friends whom he's known as long as he can remember. They're always together, playing, going to school, going to movies. Billy loves his life, sure there have been rough times, but he could always count on his friends and family to be there for him.

Suddenly, Billy is ripped out of his world. He's not aware of it, but his poor little body is duplicated and placed in stasis for a god-like race of beings to pick him out of a list of others like him, like a shopping bin in a cheap dime store.

Somewhere, in another place that Billy has no knowledge of, he wakes up. He feels a bit strange at first, but isn't too worried, everything around him looks the same. His house seems empty, his mother and father nowhere to be found. Walking outside of the house he doesn't see his friends anywhere. None of his favourite toys are in the yard. Beginning to worry, he rushes off to the places where he and his friends liked to go. He can't find any of them. He sees a few people he's never met before playing with a shiny new toy that looks like fun, but as he approaches the strangers, they begin shouting at him, throwing rocks.

Billy runs away, frightened and lonely.

Scenario 2:

Mandy and Robert always wanted to have children. They couldn't wait for the challenges of parenthood. They tried for years with no success, until one day Robert, who happened to be a brilliant chemical engineer, discovered a way for their dream to come true. He built a private lab in his home. For weeks he worked day and night, devising a concoction for his wife and himself. Finally, he emerges with 2 syringes. Injecting his wife, then himself, they try again with renewed hope.

9 months later their dreams come true. They are the parents of twins. A boy and a girl.

Everything is blissful for a few years, but quickly the proud parents realise that they don't enjoy the whole parental experience. Feeding them is a tiresome chore, sometimes the children simply won't eat anything if they don't like how it looks. Finding time to play with them is a hassle, and going out to buy new toys to keep them busy is a nightmare. Sometimes the children are sad and crabby despite all their toys, the crying grates on the nerves of the once happy parents. Mandy begs Robert to think of a way to make their life peaceful again. Robert locks himself in his lab again for week. When he emerges, he shows his wife what he has done. In the lab he has created 3 chemical mixtures, each in it's own huge tub. Enough to last a lifetime. He explains that the first chemical will take away the need for them to ever have to feed the children again. The second chemical will take away all the children's boredom, they'll never have to go shopping for expensive toys again. The third chemical will make the children happy all the time, no more crying, no more sad faces. Just smiles and giggles.

He injects both the children, who quickly begin to settle down. Mandy and Robert pick them up, placing them in special chairs that the children will never have to leave, except for baths. For a year the children are given their shots every day. Mandy and Robert love their lives again, spending time watching their smiling children, tickling them to hear them giggle. They never have to worry about sad faces or bored tantrums.

On their tenth wedding anniversary, Robert gives his wife a huge box wrapped in paper. She opens it to find a strange looking machine that floats up out of the box. Robert explains that it is an automatic doctor. They will never have to worry about when to give the children an extra shot, they'll never have to prepare the chemicals themselves again. The automatic doctor will monitor the children 24 hours a day, injecting them with chemicals when they need it.

"Oh Robert! it's such a lovely gift! Now we can always enjoy our children." Mandy turns to her children in their chairs, the automatic doctor hovering above them, sticking needles in their arms. "Don't you love your wonderful parents?"

The children sit still and smile, drool collecting on their chins.

Scenario 3:

Ricky grew up just like any other small-town kid. He watched tv, played baseball, went to school. On his eleventh birthday he got lots of toy cars from his parents and friends. He was elated. These were the same sort of toy cars all his friends had. Now he had his own set and could play with them the way he wanted to. No more hearing about how his buddies were lucky enough to have some.

Ricky quickly found out that he didn't play with his cars like his friends. He liked to set up ramps and pits so he could jump the cars. He would crash them together in pretend races. His friends would set the cars up in rows, slowly drive them through imaginary cities, dusting them off and keeping them shiny and clean. Ricky thought nothing of this. They were his cars and he could have fun with them anyway he wanted. He wasn't hurting anyone.

One fateful afternoon, he was jumping his cars off a ramp into a big mud pile in his backyard. He had been playing for hours, enjoying the quiet afternoon. Behind him he heard a few murmurs then a loud collective gasp. Some of his friends had dropped by and had been watching him for a few minutes. They were outraged that Ricky wasn't playing with his cars like they did! They couldn't believe that someone would intentionally get their cars dirty. They saw how some of the cars had scratches and dents. They all realised what Ricky had been doing. Ricky sat on the ground, unable to comprehend why people were screaming at him. Calling him hurtful names. The other boys went to the mud pile and began rescuing the cars, throwing handfuls of mud at Ricky until he finally ran into his house in tears, not able to understand what was happening.

The next morning, Ricky woke up and dressed for school. He got his mother to drive him since he was scared of what would happen on the bus. Once in class, he tried to ignore the hateful stares of the other children. It seems that the boys who saw him told everyone what he had been doing. Ricky felt like the whole entire world hated him.

Later in the day, Ricky went to his locker to put some books away. When he opened it hundreds of notes fell to the floor. He opened one. It was a promise from someone that they would make him pay for what he did. Another said that he should run away and never come back or he would get hurt. The next one said that he should just kill himself. Ricky read all of them, note after note promising him death and torture for what he had done to his cars.

Ricky fled from school, running all the way home. He ran up to his room and hid in his closet, cowering in the corner, hoping this was all a bad dream. He eventually fell asleep, still crouched in the corner of his closet. He awoke some time in the middle of the night to hear noises outside his closet door. Thinking it was his parents looking for him, he opened the door and stepped out. He felt something close over his head, blocking out all light. He felt hands grabbing his wrist, forcing them behind him as he was forced to the floor. He felt something strike his head. Stars flashed in his vision as another blow was struck...

Ricky woke up again, his head throbbing. Trying to reach his hand over to feel for a wound, he realised that he couldn't move at all. He had been chained to a brick wall. He cried out for help, but the answer he got was a chorus of giggles. he could make out a large group of kids from school standing in front of him. All of them looking at him with pure hatred in their eyes. One of the boys approached him, holding a long metal stick with leather gloves. Ricky could see the end was glowing white, as if it had been held over a flame for a long time. "This is what you get for being different from us", was all Ricky heard before a searing heat was burned into his stomach. The screaming began just before the renewed laughter of many voices..

I don't think we need another scenario, do we?

Those of you who can't figure out how to relate any of this the Creatures 1, 2 or 3 should give me a call. I'll send you a dollar so you can go out and buy a clue.

I'd like to write more, but I've got to read some new email from more fellow Norn Torture.. Oops! I mean Norn Lovers.

An article originally posted on HomeCreatures.