posted by Wild Bill at 12:47 PM
I am a senior intern with the Weapons of Mass Euphoria. At first, it was a fine job, mostly paperwork. Then the Doctors began testing medications on us,strapping us down and having us drink unnaturally bright and bitter potions. Sometimes we would wake up a week later, tired, confused, suffering short term memory loss...that is when the whitecoats would grill us for hours- it was horrible. When rollcall came again for a "Strap Down Happy Hour" - I hid, and now I have seen things that I can only write about on this secret page. My comrades and I have escaped the WME, but there are only two of us left. Well, Jordan, myself, and a crow.
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