The Vanvikan Mental health facilities are really horrible.
Day1:
- Dammit! I have gaurd duty in the cold.
- Dammit! I have to write a report about some dead local.
- Dammit! No luck with the bar maid.
Night1:
- Dammit! Wolves murder my first friend in Vanvikan.
- Dammit! Everything has gone black.
- Dammit! No one will give me a blood transfusion.
- Dammit! The incompetent Doctor forgot I could take O- blood.
The day I woke up:
- Dammit! I'm traumatized by the attack.
- Dammit! They have tied me up.
- Dammit! Some local thinks I'm turning into a wolf and wants to 'cure' me.
The next day:
- Dammit! My Doctor and all those who care for me are killed.
- Dammit! People are voting for me.
- Dammit! I'm still tied up.
- Dammit! Someone releases me if I promise to vote for who he votes for, but
- then both of us are killed.