Unbound MADNESS Delusional BLISS

Unbound MADNESS Delusional BLISS

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In the year 3000 not much is drastically different that the early 2000's; there is peace, love, kindness, and most of all tranquility. but it wasn't always like this. Some time around the year 2032, nations all over were putting in motion the final steps of ending national spead and huge population killing pathogens. at the time a miracle drug was created called mithidrile, by numerous nation's medical experts to rid the fear of pathogens. the first 3 years of the drug's release everything was running more than smoothly, until a new blight rose. what took the place of a yearly deadly disease was far more sinister; a deadly wave of madness. madness took the form of mental delusions, people seeing things that werent there, feeling the touch of something that had no physical form, voices of creatures, a new pandemic rolled through every continent. multitude of studies proven the madness pandemic was not created by the drug mithidrile, no one could directly connect the two. 10 years of this madness would turn innocent civilians into crazied psychopathic delusional shells of their former selves, many would call them monsters.
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December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

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