There is a man here, about 70 years old, six foot four, with an eyepatch and cyberoid arms. No matter how hard it is, stay away from him. He'll try to seduce you with his ideals, but he's just a worthless madman now. And if you let him in, he will never let you go.


[Just so you know, there are splashes and thumbprints of a suspicious white fluid on this note. It is thick, slightly glutinous, with a salty taste and smell. When it dries it will go yellowish. Right now it's wet.]

So what exactly happened to the Head Doctor, and what is that VLM5030 thing doing here instead?

Also, "federal training"?

Does anyone know what drug goes in the injections that the nurses give to make you feel asleep?

To my #1 fan:

Want to see that monster tonight?

- the INTRUDER

When I came here I was a little scratched up, but all the injuries are gone. What kind of medical treatment are they giving us?

Also, why bother? I was hurt, but it wouldn't have been a problem. It's different for my fr It's not like I was half-dead; just a little burned and bruised, that's all.

To the person I promised morphine -

- Time intervened. My night seemed very fast. I only got to make twenty-six nineteen posts in the whole evening, and didn't get further than the area around the stairs.

I played it wrong tonight.

Try and contact me during the dayshift, if you can. I have the pills right here. If you can't, we'll meet in the sun room tonight instead.

To find me - I'm male, tall, slim, dark brown hair, ageing badly, eyepatch (right), green eye (left). If you hear a voice that sounds like it's smoked too much, it's probably mine.

I won't pressure you for a description. If you really know your stuff, Doctor, I'll test you. I know a bit more about medicine than most, but I'm certainly no medical professional.

See you around.

- Snake

For those who want something chemical to numb the pain of being here;

I am in possession of enough morphine to dull the days here for several months, either medicinally or otherwise. If anyone is interested I will part with them in return for something more useful to me. Besides, everyone knows Benzedrine is the best recreational drug around.

- Hans Davis

To Jack of Hearts,

You're posting here as ever. You lived and you can't be too scarred. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to protec help you out. It looks like you didn't need my help anyway. You have a lot of friends.

From your ally

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To Nameenay,

You didn't die on me, did you? I'm sorry I couldn't provide help. Don't worry about returning what I gave you; you need it more than I do. Use it well.

From the atheist

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To the suicidal girl, assuming your deathwish wasn't granted,

What the hell were you thinking? I should thank you for the distraction, but you were being careless. If your friend hadn't been there you would have died. Leave the fighting to those who can handle it next time.

From the escapee

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To the good cop,

Maybe your intentions weren't corrupt. I'd be willing to swallow my pride and apologise if you'd be willing to forgive me. We already have enough to fight here without getting into little wars amongst ourselves. Mea culpa.

But that's only if your intentions were genuinely good.

And for reference; we never got to finish speaking yesterday. I know exactly what I was made for - I know why was born, why I'm still alive, and why I became the person I did. The reason wasn't happiness. It was far less ideal than that.

From the human

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To the bad cop,

Maybe you're one of the rejects from Star Wars - certainly not one from the original trilogy or I would have recognised you. But you should know better than to draw a lightsaber on an unarmed man who has already said he was going to kill you. At any other time I would have been in the mood for a little pillow talk, but then you had to threaten me and ruin the romance.

And you still need a haircut. Even Raiden isn't as You look ridiculous. Next time we have a shower I'll tell my nurse to do it for you.

From the soldier

I was a soldier in my past life.

Those were the days.

What were you, in your former lives?

- 'Hans Davis'