COMMUNICATION FROM PATIENT TO R. GOLDMAN (INTERCEPTED; WAS NOT SENT) -DW


Mr. Goldman... I look forward to meeting you, would that my circumstances were different, but I'm afraid I'm not allowed to play. The gentleman in white told me it was no good, took away my toys. Ron, Ron, Ron... you put both your hands out, scales, each end's a scale. You put life on one hand, and shit in the other, and you go and smash them together, Ron. You smash them together like a bagel sandwich. Ay, it's backhome, grandpa's got you in a dress. Boy there's such sites to show you. Run home, Ronnie, I'll show ya, I'll show ya how to play baseball like Ellis Burkes. Burke. Ellis Burke. Jim Rice. I could show you how to play like Jerry Remy, Ron, and if you can play like that you could be a hero, a hero, Ronnie. A big white fucking hero. Come on home and sing the national anthem with me, Ronnie. Fold that flag into a million pieces. Perhaps, in some other plane of existence, we could be friends, colleagues... I await your arrival. Fly away, Ron, fly away to Hell.




[MILLION DOLLAR EXTREME PRESENTS...]




The story you're about to hear is based on actual events that occured between the summers of 1988 and 1989 at the Hither Hills maximum security mental institution on Godness Island New York. This is a tale of one of the most diabolical and insane criminal masterminds of the modern age. It is not a tale for children or the faint of heart. It is a tale that plums the depths of the subconscious. It is a tale that strips away and destroys. A tale of depravity so boundless that it annihilates the very fabric of humanity. No matter how bizzare or implausible the details may seem, know that they are real. The characters are few, but important...

First there's Doctor Denroe White, administrator of the island facility. A good, noble man, well known as one of the finest African-American clinical psychologists on the East Coast.

Then you have me, Ronnie Goldman, a young, hotshot lawyer with Goldman and Sachs. Cocksure, hotdoggin', sassy, brassy, and at the same time an unwitting fool in way over his head. They brought me in to settle the accounts. And I was happy, for what I imagined to be another stepping stone to a bright future.

Dave Cobra, ex-special forces. You could say that Cobra had a special talent. His uniquely low IQ means that he has a high resistance to homosexual charms and manipulation. High, but not without its limits. He'd seen combat all over the world, from the African Congo to Columbine. On the list of men you'd expect to see reduced to blubbering piles of oatmeal and feces, Cobra was at the very bottom. Also the intelligence list.

Professor Ignacio Badtanman, a brilliant analytical mind in the field of neuroscience, Badtanman was on the fast-track to legendary status and was the youngest-ever winner of the Schlitzman Prize at age 33. At age 34, he was introduced to Doctor Manslave. After a subsequent nervous breakdown and hospitalization, he was ousted from the scientific community and took the only job he could get at the Hither Hills facility.

And finally, Doctor Homunculus Manslave. Calculating, hypnotic, psychopathic, Manslave was a prominent practitioner of medicine. Until one day, his patients started dying from unknown causes. By the time he was found out, Manslave had murdered over 30 people, including children. When asked why he did it,

Manslave replied...

"Now there's the ten-dollar question. What makes a man worth killing?"



[DOCTOR MANSLAVE]





ARIA I: THE INTERVIEW
"Avarus animus nullo satiatur lucro."
--Dr. Homunculus Manslave, Ph.D.

GOLDMAN: The story begins... at the beginning.








ARIA IV: THE SELF-FLAGELLATING PENISES

Kindness was met with hostility.
Hostility, with glee.
Every question was met with a question.
Manslave would allow us to pose hypotheses, only for the pleasure of shooting them down effortlessly.
I could feel myself being pulled deeper and deeper into his world. His charisma. His power. I was cold, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I wore him like a coat.




Alright Goldman, I think we need to regroup...