The patients, sane or insane, know that something is going on they cannot fathom. The doctors whisper behind closed doors, glancing at the people they have taken into their care. The patients listen, though all they hear is the muffled remnants of betrayal and secrecy. An air of forbidden manipulation, a pulling of the strings of holy creation, lingers above the Dollhouse Psychiatric Hospital. The people that walk these halls truly are tempting fate, taking evolution and grasping it between their pulsing fingertips.

Every so often, a patient disappears from their usual spot in the cafeteria, or their favourite place beneath the large oak in the courtyard. Rumors of their shadow wandering the halls, their ghost talking among its old friends, circulate through the patients’ minds. They could never fathom that somewhere within the beast their friend remains alive, though most certainly not the same as they were the day they entered the Dollhouse.

The doctors smile and pat each other on the back, what a success this one has been. Though still not their goal, their strive for perfection has taken one step forward. That twinkle in their eyes is shared among them, though none so strongly as the patron of the Dollhouse. What glory he sees in the stillness lying on the table before him, though there is the grotesque stain of flaw marring its beauty. Perhaps the next will be different? Each step can only draw one closer to the goal, his goal, of perfection.

Something is wrong at the Dollhouse.

The Dollhouse is a Higher Intermediate-Advance roleplay.


Betrayal, insanity and intrigue run wild within the wall of the Dollhouse, pursuing the patients, sane and insane alike. But, will they ever find out what is really going on behind the closed doors of the Dollhouse?