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"An out-of-state psychiatrist, Dr. Finely, has taken a special interest in your case, and convinces the other doctors to sign off on an experimental treatment to deal with you. It begins innocuously enough with a gradual decrease in the amount of morphine, for fear you might have become addicted, and its replacement with a chemical cocktail of top secret drugs that Dr. Finely has been developing..." | "An out-of-state psychiatrist, Dr. Finely, has taken a special interest in your case, and convinces the other doctors to sign off on an experimental treatment to deal with you. It begins innocuously enough with a gradual decrease in the amount of morphine, for fear you might have become addicted, and its replacement with a chemical cocktail of top secret drugs that Dr. Finely has been developing..." | ||
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Agent Finely, the self-styled Psychect, wants you to "Return to the Wasteland"?
More like "Get ready to have your mind wasted."
"Psychetecture, they called it."
"Where was this?"
"Montauk."
"And you say they were injected directly?"
"Usually through the eye. Ours were just to make us more compliant, just as a psychological torment. A few of the Others had holes drilled into their foreheads, so--"
"And that's when they performed the acoustic tests?"
"Yeah. Looping sequences, a lot of what I would later learn was infrasound. You'd start to see-- not see, but, I guess feel, like vibrations-- ghosts, things that weren't there."
"What kinds of things did you see, or feel?"
"Spider webs, kind of blue or green threads, sparking, throbbing red, like, cellular, spiked clots of blood. Men standing in doorframes, just staring. Eyes with no pupils. It was more the thoughts that bothered me."
"The thoughts?"
"It's hard to describe. Thoughts that you know aren't your own thoughts, you know? Repeating over and over again, really quietly, like background static. Whispers. Really stupid and terrible things."
"Anything in particular?"
"This is Mother, this is Home. The other place is Hell, the other place is Wasteland."
"Do you know if they were successful in any of their aims?"
"I don't know what they were trying to do. I hope not, but I can't help wondering. I-- I guess I still have the feeling that, you know, it could be triggered somehow. I'm not sure how."
"The sounds they used to trigger the thoughts seemed pretty specific. Originally, I could hear the words 'drones' repeated--"
"Drones?"
"Yeah, like bees. Made me think of bees, how they sting once, destroying themselves. That was only for the first few weeks. After a while, the sounds changed, got more... refined, maybe."
One must be so careful these days . . .
Wherein Agent Finely claims:
Rebuttals:
>> "Too young" ceases to apply once you violate the time-space continuum...
>> Also, I don't believe the geographic datapoint has disappeared, nor has the base...
"Give me a corpse, and I can make it scream," claims Psychetect Finely: http://bit.ly/c4c8Z7
"Psychetect Finely is engaged in a campaign of unconventional psychic terror. In order to defeat his purpose, you must be willing to lay down your very sanity, the very essence of what makes you who you are. Are you up to the task?"
"Get ready to have your mind wasted."
> The grave that is your mind can not hold. Your body is a tool. Retyrna eternus. Drone, drones, droning.
"The acid hits your face... and you scream... louder... louder... LOUDER... but then you wake up; the song is over."
"You wake up, but it is still ringing in your ears, and you try to find some way to stop the noise. The buzzing, howling, baying. Some of the Others smashed their heads in against the wall. Some of them drown themselves... a few others... had to be restrained before they hurt others..."
"Sometimes you wake up, but the colour is all wrong, the surroundings are all wrong, and you're not sure if you're dreaming. They stare down at you. You can't move..."
"The harassment and psychological intimidation continues: against people who have escaped the project; against their families; against their friends; and now, against anyone who meanders their way through those dark haunted woods, accidentally discovering the true horror that is the Wasteland."
"The plain fact is that the http://bit.ly/info/PsychetectRefusestoStop and, no matter how frequently their activities exposed, the skeptical and the ignorant will refuse to accept that these things are taking place, and taking place openly."
"We have presented just one of the case histories to date. We will continue to compile and release this information for you to judge. The horror must end, and it is up to all conscientious human beings to report and finger the responsible parties."
"Your Wish..........
...is our Psychetect's Command."
One of the doctors decides to experiment on you, spiking your shots with new drugs!!!
"An out-of-state psychiatrist, Dr. Finely, has taken a special interest in your case, and convinces the other doctors to sign off on an experimental treatment to deal with you. It begins innocuously enough with a gradual decrease in the amount of morphine, for fear you might have become addicted, and its replacement with a chemical cocktail of top secret drugs that Dr. Finely has been developing..."
