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They call me mad, crazy, insane. But they don't know half of it. I may be different then regular people but that doesn't mean I can be treated like a guinea pig. Their machinery is nothing compared to my abilities and what I can do. I can wipe them out in the blink of an eye. But I don't, because I'm biding my time. I've been told by this thing they call a 'Golden Opportunity' and it's given me a small ray of hope. That 'Golden Opportunity' might just be what I need to escape this place. To escape this Madhouse.
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