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Nothing fills the void

Nothing fills the void

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Throughout his teenage years str8 into adult hood Damian Black had lived in an Asylum, after he was labelled a threat to everything and and everyone around him. What it wasn't his fault he was fucked up by a tree branch in the head when he was younger, now after a series of events has taken place in his life before and during his time in captivity. He now plots his revenge for all those that are responsible for his being here. So stick for some twisted ass hit, lots of bloodshed, many ways to torture and kill a man, a bitch and and the destruction Damian will caz in his wake. God I suck at summary writing ><
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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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