PSYCHO-PIRATE

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STARTER CALL

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my father was a psychiatrist. always analyzing me. even on the stand. i was sentence to year for assault and battery after i broke dear old dad’s arm. and I was sent away. locked up with a twisted old man. he told me he had fought the justice society when he was younger. he was obsessed with some kind of unlocked power within emotions. i didn’t understand all of his theories at first. but he had told me of a set of artifacts he had hidden away. the medusa masks. after discovering their power i melted them down into my own mask. and i made everyone feel the way i wanted them to feel. until I was taken. tortured heh. driven mad, as many said. mad from all the years of strip-mining feelings from everyone else. drinking in their sorrow and anger and laughter. but i’m not crazy. not really // penned by bells