Um, brown is a colour. Did you take a knock to the head or something? Annoy the gov't and wake up strapped to a gurney in a strange white room?
White torture. The screaming. The spiders. The cupcakes. Is it real? What is reality? Why is reality? I̢s ͝r͢ealįty s̀u͘b͞j͡ect͝ive? Ç͢o̷͟ư͏ld̛ ̧͢i̧͠t̸ e̷͘͡v̨͟e͟͡n̛ ̨́͢b͟e̶ ҉͘͝o͟b̢͘j̢͡e̷c̛͝ti͝v̷̨̢e̵̛?͠͠ W̹̠̫̕ḫ̷͟y͚̹̳̤͔̝͟ ̵̝͍̩͓a̬͖̖r̛̝͍ę҉̴̻̞̩̦ͅ ̦̘͉͢t̮̜̼̼͉̜͇̩ẖ̨̩͇̰̝͍̜̼é̖͓̦̻͝r̮͎͎̜̰̕͠e͏̼̼ͅ ̴̬͍̤̞̝̥̀s̮̝̰̭̠͙̦̣͝o̴̴̤̙͈̬̦͍̝̻ ̫̭̬̳̫͚̜̖͞m͝͏̮̞̬̯͕̹a̵̻̲n̷̵̦̺̞̬͓̭y̨̬̖͈̻͕̹͜ ̮̭̬p̟̰͙͓̥̥o̢̡͙̯̖̲͚ͅn͈͜i̦͉̰̞͙̜ḛ̴̢̻̙̺͓̕s̛̰͎͙̯̮͖ ͠͏͍͉h̪͙͓̗͕̗̳͙̗ę͙̭̤̟̘͙͘͢r͔̜̲̖͉̪͡͠e̖͕͖͖̝̩͚̹͍?҉̴̞̺̯ͅ . . Ď̤̖̬ͣ͘ê͍̂a͕̞̫̲͈͕̓̍̏͢r̫͇̳̖͔̎̑̔ͩ́e͖͖̜̮̝̫ͧ͒̂̅s̢̟̞̜̺͂͛̑̈́̌t̶̖̙ ̞̮̺̠̺̯̠͘Ḷͪ͊ͭ͑́o͓̞̮̤̟̼ͦͬ͌̇ͅr̈ͮ͂͗͒̇͡d̶͙̪͍͎̲̖ͅ ̶͔̙̳̟D̼̦̪͉̣̟̫̑̐ͣ̌̑ͥͤi̞̣̠s̠̳͈̰ͬc̖̫͎̪͙̕ọ͔̟̒ͫr̨͉̞ͥ̐ͭ͛d̖͖̺ͭ̆̈́,͕̖̯̥͎ͧͯ̓ͭ ̹̣̳̱͔̗̩̆͊͗â͈̞̞̯p͔̯̟͎̖̠͕̌̃ͦp̮̫̰͔̭̞̊̅ͦ̚ḙ̯̤̓̒̈̎͆͠a̢̬̬̥͎̹̎̈́̐ͣͣͩ͋r͎̞͔͕͚̣̾̍ͣ̇͑̾̄͠ ̤͉̠͔̾͐ͬ̌ͭb̙ͫͩ̔̎͛e̶̼̘̹ͣf̿̽͏͔̖̦o͛ͮ̃ͤr̘͍̞ͩ̈́̏ĕ͕̣̞̱̜̗͡ͅ ̵̗̟̟̼ͥ̉͗m̵͉̩͙͊ͤ̎̈ͤẽ̦̘̮̲̼̻͝ ̞̦̟̠̟ͪ̾̍̋̒ͬ͋a̛̰̭͂ͭ͐ͨ͑̌n̻̼̙̰̙̞͛̌͂ͩͯd̛̳͕̟̙̓͗̂ͪ̊ͅ ̠̣̻̘͍̪̅͠r͐̀̔ͯ́e̷̬̰̰͙̙̘̒̽̍s̵̺̰̱̭ͣͩ̉c̻̳͍̕ŭ̩ͫȇ̻̰͘ ͉̱͉̈̍̀̿̅m̹̹͊̑͗͝ē̵̤̖̗̲̯̹ͫ͋ ̱̻̭̠̗̻̓̂ͥf̷̣̀ŕ̷̖̗͙̬̘͕͔̌̋͆͒̓͑o͙̟ͮ̋̔͛ͥ̀̂m͙ ̙̫͎͋͝ṱ̪̫̬̽hͤ̉̿̍͡e̩̻̗̬̯͋̄̊̔ ͗ͤ͗̐t̰̰̞͊̄͝y̡͍̗̫̠͓͖ͪr̛͖̙̫̞̒ͭ̄̓̿͆a͒̏ͨ͏̜̟nͦͦͪ̎͌̚n̳̮̞̘͍͚ͬ̇̀y̤͚̥͛͐̏̃ ̘͒͘o̲̯̤͈̖ͪ͌͌̌͋̔̀ḟ̭͚̙ ̷̬̟̘̣̣̺͙̐ͬ͊r̶͈̼̲̿e̬̙̻̙͓͍̥̒ͣ͟a͈̓̏l̟̬̞̼̯͔̂i̸͚̺̟͛̾͂ͥͦ̀͌t͖̹̱͇̗̙͑̈́̂͛̿y̨̜̼͉̌̚.̗̍̊
"Meh...you can go" James walked off leaving the door in front of, Hunter, open. James was walking towards a pile of bodies, he grabbed the two James and dragged 'em towards a small fire he made, and he threw them at the fire and that was the end of them, "well...good bye Jessie and Johnny...may you rest in peace..." James sighed as he looked up at the sky. (Also ur in Raul shack, so yes ur now in new vegas~)
