Malpractice and Freud [Concluded]

[A Very Super Market]

It involves a man, his passion, his violence, hesitation, and tears. Several nights worth of action!

And to drive the point across, here is a picture to spice things up.

Dr. Bill

"Why can't we move?"

"Because they want to keep us powerless"

"Rise up, brethren, and death to the humans!"

The flowers were starting a rebellion. "What". William was totally exasperated. He sure was being bothered by this whimsical mental illness. Not only did he see talking flowers announce their intent to commit shady acts of genocide, he was constantly being bombarded with thoughts representing the full troupe of his conscious. The only way to combat this would be to close his eyes, as this would cause them all to say "Its dark" in varying tones. At least there was unison that way.

Unfortunately, this also resulted in William being unable to see. He counted five new bruises today as he had bumped into light posts, fire hydrants, and small children. Stumbling around in a park wasn't his idea of fun, but he has gladly going on his way to see local Psychiatrist/Psychologist Dr. Bill, and his wondrous machine of mind exploration. Seriously, he makes you say the whole thing. Bugger, who am I talking to?

Returning briefly to the third-person, I must notify you that while Dr. Bill is an oddball eccentric with a strange last name, he is quite the competent scientist. Today, William braves a thousand toddler's foreheads to travel to him because he has invented a mind exploration device to further help his patients. Tapping into his brainwaves (They exist, you know) Dr. Bill jumps in, shoots first, and asks questions later. Recipients of this treatment tend to leave with a sense of euphoria that just NEVER GOES AWAY, but William is a desperate man.

He opens his eyes for a split second.

"Alright, office is right the-HOTTIE!!"

His hands sprung to his mouth. The jogger continued by with their headphones on.

"How can you ignore me, you ungrateful bi----*sob"

Taken off guard, with tears streaming from his eyes, William desperately clasped his eyelids down and hoped for the best he should rape her

"WHAT?"

Fear had set in after that, and he quickly ran up the flight of stairs and into the office. A few more emotions manifested while he was on the stairs, but you'll see more of them later.

He rushed into the office. No one in the foyer. He heard Dr. Bill's familiar squeak toy in his room, so he bolted in there and shut the door.

"Yer late". Said the kind doctor, handing William some menacing instruments made of recycled nerf footballs.

"Put 'em on". Was the limit to the instructions given. William sat down, and after some painful guesswork, got them into the correct locations.

"You'll feel incredible pain". Said the doctor. Actually, that might have been Pessimism talking, but William did feel quite a bit. 50,000 volts worth of it. Unconscious, he slumped to the floor, while Dr. Bill quietly hooked himself up to a large contraption, now directly connected with William's erratic mind.


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Rules

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-A mafia game where investigators can choose to become serial killers. And townies can become serial killers. And a few mafia.
-Use Unvote, Vote: Beskar before switching your vote! Or I will be confused and lynch your puppy instead.
-Phases are 24 hours long each. Due to a highly inconvenient time zone, the phase changes will probably be at around 04:00 GMT. Sorry Brits. And Americans too. Everybody.
-Role PMs are fully quotable, but mafia have cover roles anyways. Misc. PMs from me should be for your eyes only, and our relationship would mean nothing if you revealed them to the world.
-WoGs will occur after two lynches without a vote from you
-Dr. Bill is a trigger happy maniac. Tied votes will be dealt with by random.org, and "no lynch" is not allowed.