Welcome to the asylum, you'll like it here.
Welcome to the clean and tidy, to the sanitized halls and bright white neon lights; to the meticulously stacked magazines on the mirror polished varnished coffee tables. To the bright white glint on the slick grey silver of sanitized instruments. This is a house of change, rehabilitation; where the mad are made sane and where the evil are made good. Behind each heavy door dwells a subject for improvement, a project for the good men and women who give their lives to improve the lives of others.
This is what the asylum was, the institution for the greater good. This is what the asylum was before the 'incident'.
Welcome to the asylum, you'll like it here...eventually.
Welcome to chaos; not the pre-determined organized chaos of rebellion but the wildly wicked chaos that intertwines the hilarious with the heinous. To the bloodstained halls, happy laughing faces smeared on the walls with the gore of the sane for the amusement of the mad. To the flickering strobe of faulty strip lighting that flashes lightning shadows of horrors, rendered in pitch black against the total darkness. To the crimson glint of scattered instruments rendered dull by countless failed experiments.
This is a house of change, inverted; not a place where the deviants are sent by the world to conform but a vortex from which deviance spews into conformity. A place where the sane go mad and the mad call home.
Behind each unhinged door another unhinged specimen leans, lies, hangs from the ceiling. A new cell opened every day as the mad venture into the maddening maze of screaming hells. Another ally ready to subject the world to true super group therapy.
A project for men and women who give their lives to inflict upon the world the madness that has been inflicted upon them by fate.
Welcome to the Asylum. You'll never leave.