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[Salsacookies]

"The Mind, guides the Hands, but the Eyes does not know the Mind, nor does the Hands. The True Artist... follows the Mind, even if one understands not, for the Eyes are blind to many things, and the Mind only knows truly. The Hands know nothing, they only do."

[Nunzillor]

"But if the Hands do the will of the Mind, and the Eyes are tools to inform the Mind, are not the Hands and the Eyes extensions of the Mind, and thus effectively a part of the Mind?"

[Salsacookies]

The artist begins to scratch furiously at his head, releasing fluids of many colors, which flowed down his face and torso. He then kneels down, and begins to sob and yell.
"NO!!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!!! Now you ruined the ART! Now you ruined the VISION with your LIES!!! You Satan, I Will Murder You! You ruined... EVERYTHING!!!"

He the bolts up, and lunges towards you. The bars block him from reaching you, but he reaches out as far as he can, trying to scratch at you with dirty, filthy nails.

[Nunzillor]

Probably best to move on at this point.  Maybe search for a patient that appears calmer.

[StrawBarrel]

Probably best to move on at this point.  Maybe search for a patient that appears calmer.

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[Salsacookies]

You move to the next cell. You see a person sitting on a mattress, sitting and holding himself tight, and rocking back and forth. You notice that his head looks to be split like a valentine heart, and you hear two different feminine voices.

"He loves me.He loves me not.He Loves Me.He Loves Me Not...

[Nunzillor]

"Excuse me, to whom are you referring?"

[Salsacookies]

"My Lover...The Traiter. He who knows me most...He I Hate Most!

She stands up and turns around. The head is conjoined and strung with yellow and blue pulsating veins, with a mouth, nose, 3 eyes, and two half ears in the bottom of wedge. She then looks at you dead in the eye.

"He who made my dreams come true...And turned them to dust.

[Nunzillor]

"I understand, ma'am.  Something similar happened to me, and now I'm here alone.  The worst part is that I know it was all my fault.  Tell me, where do we go from here?  How can we rebuild our lives?"

[Salsacookies]

"Mm.mm.mmMen. Filthy pigs...All... Of... Them!"

Her head begins to crack and bleed, and she begins to tug at her head.

"Scum...Filth... Of the Earth! THEY SHOULD ALL DIE!!!"

At this point, she split her own half, and slump to her knees on the mattress, spilling blood like a fountain.

[Nunzillor]

Well, that didn't go well.

Perhaps chemical comfort can cure our ills.  Down the pill.

[Salsacookies]

As you open the capsule, the living pills crawl out and burrow into your infected hand. The hand and lower arm then mutate into some... Abomination indescribable by words, and you feel it begin to spread further into your being. Your feel you soul become sick, and the woman now looks... appetizing to your... other senses.

A voice bellows in the back of your mind.
"YOU... ARE ALL ALONE! AND IT... IT IS YOUR FAULT!"

[VoidSlayer]

Shout out that we are not alone and run down to the end of the hall screaming that.

[Nunzillor]

Shout out that we are not alone and run down to the end of the hall screaming that.

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[StrawBarrel]

Shout out that we are not alone and run down to the end of the hall screaming that.

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