Investigate immediate surroundings, then decorate your brother's room to be more feminine.

So do we have lazer eye vision or not?

You look around your room. Over the years you have decorated it with a plethora of strange things: on the wall above your bed is a tack board with metals from the chess championships you participated in or won, along with tickets to conventions and screenings of Star Wars. On your desk are several plastic Dinosaur toys, which obscure your plethora of journals that have recorded your deepest, most intimate beliefs, dreams, and angsty poetry. On the shelves above that you have your RPG technical manuals for Shadowrunner, DBZ and Star Wars. Holding them in their place is a hilarious pair of plastic star glasses, comically give rose colored plastic lenses, that allows you to have limited xray vision and shoot lasers from your eyes. Last time you tried this you put a scorch mark on your wall and ended up with a really bad headache for the following few hours. Beside that you have Lisa Frank stickers, some acrylic paint, paint brushes, scissors and glitter and glitter. Beside your desk is tissue paper and wrapping paper, a thing shit of dust accumulating from it's living place since last December. Under your bed are a ton of magazines, ribbon, and tape that you were going to use at one point for a collage.

Clean the dust.

You set to cleaning your room. Ah, that's better! Squeaky clean. Your mother must be so proud.

Find/Friend/Stalk everyone you met today on Facebook.

If you do not have a Facebook, make one.

Also change profile picture to very slutty selfie you took in your bathroom.

You quickly friend the one hundred people you came in contact that day, or at least...you think you came in contact with all those people...and take a picture of yourself with your lips pursed so that they resemble a duck. After finding Jordan and refreshing his page every ten seconds just to see if he's accepted your friend request, you start to think about just how pathetic you are acting. Instead, you find your school's facebook fanpage, 'like' it, and go to play farmville until further notice.

New status update: Who irons T-shirts?? lol!

Updated. No one comments or likes the status after several minutes.

Find a copy of Hamlet online and start practicing the lines.

Finding a free version of Hamlet is easy. You read through the entire thing, not quite comprehending the strange use of words Shakespeare enjoyed using. You scroll through until you find a monologue by Ophelia and focus on it for a while. It is 9:00 at night before you decide to give it a rest for the night. Luckily for you, you have no homework. But you are hungry.

Go ask your mother what there is to eat. If she suggests something fatty, tell her that you're on a new diet, trying to slim down, so you can't eat anything with fat. Or carbs. Or sugars. Or substance.

Get one of your tissues and some glue, and squeeze some glue out onto the tissue. Then get a magazine from your room, flip it open to a page with a girl on it, and put the tissue on top of it in one of your brother's rooms. Then tell mom you found something disgusting in his room and point it out.

You walk into the darkened kitchen. Your family has already eaten. You pull out some carrot sticks from the fridge and return to your bedroom to munch on them.

Begin drawing out the schematics to a death ray.

You doodle in your sketchbook what you think a death ray should look like, but all you're able to put down is a rough circle that looks like a radio dish before you fall asleep. When you wake up, you look down at your sketchbook and realize sometime while you were half asleep you started rambling about pancakes and how they are possibly linked to terrorism. It is 1 AM

Take a knife from the kitchen, and silently stalk from bedroom to bedroom, killing each other occupant of the house by placing your hand over their mouth with one hand and simultaneously stabbing them in the jugular with the other. Pull the knife out after stabbing them, to ensure they lose blood pressure and consciousness as quickly as possible. After everyone is dead, get a shovel and dig a deep hole in the backyard, preferably somewhere already dug up, like a garden. Drag the bodies out and place them in the hole, along with all the blankets and bedsheets and pillowcases stained with blood, and your clothes, and the knife, after wiping the handle off. Fill the hole back up, leveling it off to make it look undisturbed afterwards, then go inside and get cleaning products. Scrub the areas which got blood on them, use bleach on the mattresses and pillows where blood is visible, then after everything is cleaned, put new bedding on each mattress and new pillowcases on each pillow. Clean up any other signs of a struggle which are present, put away the cleaning supplies, and then go take a shower. Afterwards, go to sleep, satisfied with your newfound freedom to enjoy independent living.

In a sudden epiphany of self-awareness, after killing your family, you realize you must eradicate the human infestation.

Hmm, interesting. I think that you wouldn't even have to be particularly graphic with this (if that makes you uncomfortable/unwilling), but it'd definitely be a choice that would make me a lot more interested in this rp.

I support the early truncation of their lifespan.

You savagely attack your family and bury their remains in the backyard. It is dawn by the time you go back inside to clean up your mess. After stripping off your bloodstained footie pajamas you step into the shower to wash off the blood, a horrible electrifying pulse is sent through your body. You crumble to the ground, unconscious. When you wake up you are in your bed. It is 7 AM. You hear cooking sounds below. It all must have been a terrible, terrible dream.