Given the fact we're all basically alone and in a plane of existence constituting of only plastic and metal, all of us would be dead in less than a month. Anyone who doesn't die of thirst or hunger some how would be driven insane before finally succumbing to their bodily functions. Excrement and dead bodies would line the tubes and slides, providing the only source of nourishment in such a hellish play place. The only people who'd be able to talk to you would be the voices in your head.

Each day you would wake up from your cheap plastic bubble that you've curled up in to as a sleeping place. After letting your bodily functions have been released, you continue your search, occasionally taking a bit of rotting human fleshing you've harvested from a dead carcass you found some days ago, ignoring the disgusting taste and the barbaric notion of eating your own man, pretending that the blood you drink is just colored water. At the slightest bumps or echoes is enough to drive you into a frenzy of crawling and traversing the plastic hell in hopes of social interaction with someone who isn't you yourself or thy. You call out in hopes of a response but after hours of frantic searching yields nothing. As you find a net to sleep on, you curl up and watch the night come as another shred of your sanity peels off into the void.

You want to die, you want to end it all, you can feel your grasp on the world loosening, rotting like the flesh you cannibalize. But yet you can't do it. Even with all the open top places you come across in this endless void, you can't bring yourself to jump off and break your neck. Even as you convince yourself that you should not eat and drink the meat and blood of humans and want to starve yourself, you keep eating in a primal drive of wanting to survive, no matter how much you want to just die and be free of this plastic prison that stretches into the endless void.

This actually is starting to sound like an interesting RP idea :lol