Beast

Hello.
I'm Katy.

I am one of the Banned.

The Banned are people that were banned from Animal Jam. We forever hold our peace, once the torturing is done...

Here is my story.

Banned
I liked to be rare with nice items and looks. But in order to do that, I needed to get rare, which seemed impossible.

So I figured out a way to hack the systems. There were a lot of complicated threads, but I didn't give up. I wanted to make everyone afraid. I allowed bloody, gory masterpieces. Soon, dens were full of them.

I gave myself impressive masterpieces and items. I later had about 48 black longs and 5 headdresses. I was working my way up when it happened.

AJ noticed a glitch in the system or something, because the bug stopped working and my computer crashed.

I tried to log back in, but it said my account was banned. Forever.

Know what that meant? You're about to find out.

What happens
At first, if it's weekly, they give you a statue. It represents your banned character, but it's trapped in place, paralyzed.

The other punishment is for month bans. Guards watch every. single. thing. you do. Whether dressing, going to the bathroom, anything... they never stop looking. Every Wednesday, the Banned for forever come and watch too.

Year bans are rare. You're taken to a simple chamber called the torture chamber. You watch as the animal tears out hearts, intestines, and brains. He loves the blood on his paws and cackles evilly. Also, sometimes the Banned forever watch too. Weekly Banned are sometimes used to fill up the empty rows.

When he gets to your row, he does the same thing, except your AJ tabs are all closed. You can't access anything related to AJ, including extra games by WildWorks.

The only thing, in fact, you can do, is move your mouse around a blood-red screen. You'll have to buy a new computer to fix it.

If it's for forever...

My story
Our statues had blood on the paws.

The area looked like hell. It was just missing Hades.

The black statues of our characters were bloody and twisted into strange positions. They forced you to watch videos of animals being torn apart.

I looked around at the Banned animals. There were a lot of them. I couldn't seem to locate any of the popular, horrible ones, such as fman122. For some reason, people were afraid of him. Silly.

I saw hackers, scammers, people that made inappropriate things, etc. Some of them were my idols, but I didn't dare move from my place.

"Spirit Tough Claw?" I read a nametag aloud. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place who it belonged to.

In my opinion, there were too many. These were weekly bans, too.

Every Friday, we had to look at the Torture Chamber's work in progress. A male did horrible, horrible things to poor, innocent- well, not exactly- people. That was for year bans. Not every Friday someone was banned and forced to do that, though, so sometimes they used weekly banned ones. Unfair, yes, but acceptable to them.

Every Thursday, however, we had to have the monthly punishment. For a whole day. On Wednesday, however, we had to watch the monthly bans. On Tuesday, we had to go back to the statues.

It was Tuesday.

Yesterday was horrible. They stab all kinds of needles into you and don't bother to take care of it. They also insert tracking devices and what not.

Sunday is usually a calm, relaxing day. Instead, you're stuck in a dark room. Slowly, a deep male voice tells you all the things you did wrong. For example, all the bad words you said, all the items you scammed, everything you took or made in hacking. Then they shoot at you. The wounds are painful, but heal instantly. More power, I presume. You can't see the person talking to you, but you have to feel guilt and then pay by watching all your items disappear.

Saturday... they undress you and stick you in this machine. You close your eyes and cords are attached somewhere, usually near the end of your torso.

They experiment on you, whether electrocuting, killing (they always heal you) or torturing, they find a way to make the Banned's life horrifying.

Monday
Today they stuck even sharper needles into us and left them there. I was positive I was going to bleed out, since they left them there all day.

Monday's job changed. Instead of going back to our prisons and weeping, or being watched constantly, we had to push a train.

By ourselves.

With the needles.

I wanted to shout, ARE YOU CRAZY? at the master, but I couldn't do that. Perhaps he'd make me push an extra engine, and I couldn't afford that.

I should've known it would be full of foul goop. If it drips on you, it burns your fur and shrivels up. Sometimes, it kills you without any suffering once it reaches your heart.

The goop smelled horrible. The needles pricked the inside of my arms and dug deeper into my flesh as I weakly pulled the train. When I couldn't handle it anymore, I fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, anyone that didn't finish until the end of the track had to suffer the train going over them and goop spilling. Then, they'd usually revive you anyway. They only killed you for fun, but once someone died and they couldn't revive them. That made me nervous. Where did you go when you died? I didn't want to find out.

Once Monday ended, I felt terrible. My throat hurt, my arms were throbbing- no, more than that- like crazy. I couldn't sleep on my side, either, or the needle went further into my arm. And by then, it would reach my heart, no joke.

Actually, I couldn't sleep at all.

Tuesday
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