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43 lines
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Darkness is light, light is pain. A thousand screams echo in the halls of
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your mind; a thousand hands reach to grasp you... You are not alive -- but
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you can't be dead.
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The sky and the ground become one... Six hundred and sixty six faceless
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spectres rise to torment you. Your eyes boil and pour into the void -- your
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flesh melts and mingles with that of your demon keepers. Birth is the end of
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happiness... Death a dream not to be realized.
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You awaken....
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Through the narcotic induced haze you see a brass door. Within is the balm of
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survival, for happiness has long been lost to you.... You know that you must
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struggle on to get your hypodermic of salvation....
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You must again enter...
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| --------------
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| * Since 1986 *
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#
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CLINIC ###
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| | Your Sysop:
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| | Doctor Quack
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| | Co-Sysops:
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| | Doctor Bogenbroom
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### Friday Knight
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# Kelson Haldane
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# Evil Genius
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