How To Be Insane
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Last published Fri, Oct 23, 2015
These are the records following the treatment of Patient 2237, known to the general public as 'Dr Psy'. This is a collection of video transcripts, psychiatrist's notes and various paperwork that might be of interest to you.
Krankzinnig Asylum for the Criminally Insane does NOT endorse the public sharing of these records. In fact, when we asked the board of directors whether they wanted them put on the internet, they started screaming, "NO NO NO NO NO," over and over again. Although, that could have been the bomb we left under the chairs they were tied to. . .
It's hard to say.
BUT anyway, we left them to their pitiful protestations and put it on the internet regardless. We are quite sure their foolish misgivings are completely unfounded (and possibly not to do with this at all). So, please read and enjoy. After all, you wouldn't want their brave sacrifice to be for nothing, would you?
--FUN FACT--
Krankzinnig is a wonderful town, but no-one is quite sure which country, or even which continent, it lies in. We're just really, really hard to find. And hard to leave. Very, very, very hard to leave.
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America never wanted to be a therapist-especially not at that place. Tucked away in the snowy outskirts of nowhere, the asylum is cold, clinical, and far too quiet. On paper, it's a rehabilitation facility for the mentally unstable. In reality... it watches more than it heals. There are corridors not listed on the map. Guards that don't speak. Patients who whisper about things that shouldn't exist. And then there's Russia. Eight feet tall. Muzzled. Strapped into a straightjacket. His white hair falls messily across his face, just barely hiding the impossible red of his eyes. He doesn't speak much-but when he does, it's always to America. Assigned to him without warning, America is expected to observe and record. Nothing more. But Russia's presence is suffocating. His voice echoes in dreams. And when his fingers smear blood across steel and something shifts-sharp, spindled, unnatural-from behind his back... America starts to understand: this isn't therapy. It's a test. The deeper he falls into the patient's grasp, the more the truth begins to surface-about the asylum, the experiments, and the monster who never stops watching him. Russia doesn't want help. He wants him. And once the hunger starts, it doesn't stop.
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