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RUSSIA,
ST. PETERSBURG

PSYCHIATRIC OPINION -
VALIDITY UNLIMITED

 On April 23, Vassilievsky Ostrov District Court of St. Petersburg proceeded to examine the case of extension of the compulsory mental health treatment term for a human being whose person has not been identified so far.
 The medical panel of the City Mental Hospital had issued their opinion on the health status of that person whose only ID was a rusty metal plate with the lettering MISANTHROPE COUNT MERCYFUL hanging from his neck. In the opinion of the authoritative panel, the disease described as manic paranoid schizophrenia aggravated with inhuman aggression and cruelty has become chronic, and the patient needs an extended treatment, the duration of which the panel did not define.
 The said patient was placed to the mental facility right after he was found on January 13 out in a street in St. Petersburg close to …

      

Oh no!
 Where am I?
 What's happening to me?
 What am I doing here, in this God-forsaken place where worms in medical coats are fumbling about in their own shit?

 Why am I here???!!!

 What has happened in the boundless depths of the Great Intellect -Great Chaos that sent me to this wretched planet to fulfill the will of the cruel Creator of the Universe? Is it a part of his general plan, or did I made a mistake somewhere, a terrible mistake that eventually brought me here, to a place where the darkest sides of human mind are kept?

 Questions... Always questions… I cannot find answers to them in my head that is suffering and splitting into billions of pieces...

I've been staying for so long in this place with grates on narrow windows, and with walls where blood stains remind me so much the silent tears on my face, that at night, when I close my eyes, I see other inmates hidden behind soundproof doors and depraved of their will. They are driving me crazy!!!

 I must get out of here. I must kill my fear, and my desolation. I must kill them ALL!!! They will not live to see my tears and hear me begging for mercy. Oh, how I hate THEM, these insane perverts in white coats sticking needles into my brain.

 When the midnight comes, THEY bring me my pills, after which I sink into the dark of my mind, I roll myself into a cocoon. But THEY don't know that their light will fade very soon, and their plunging into the dark will spread as some delightful balm over my tortured soul. THEY don't know that one day I'll trick THEM and won't take my pills, and then I'll watch their miserable life fading in THEIR infantile eyes. I'll snatch the keys out of their bluish hands, and have a last look at THEIR empty eyes staring at the wall of my cage. And next... I'll walk through every large empty room of this damned place, I'll open the doors that may not be opened, and I'll cross the line dividing death and life.

 And I'll walk into the night along a moonlit road... I'll go home...

 But first... first I must kill THEM ALL!!!
 Someone has to do it anyway, right? And who can do it better than me?
 Why, this is my vocation!

 I have always killed, and I'm not going to stop doing what I was sent here for, to this world, a world of stinking human agony.

And now I'm leaving...

I am no more...

My name's MISANTHROPE!!!!!!!!

   WELL NOW.... HAVE FUN........




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