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Or perhaps, you'll wake up from your final nightmare to find that you are still here, that you are still, alive... that you still "exist". Just no longer as who you were, what you were. You are now just a number, that is now all you will ever be. But at least you will still exist. At least your story hasn't ended. ... or perhaps the torment has only just begun... -- Director of Operations, MHWAP Research Group.

The institution was born of service to the system, born of the ideals of a system which was not corrupt, whos values were virtuous. But it was through the wisdom of time that the true nature of those who chartered us, who laid the path to our foundations was seen for the truth that it was. Once a part of the system, now we operate outside of it. Now, those who once supported us, fear us. They fear what they do not understand. Those who once felt we were a tool to do their bidding, now know they no longer control us. They fear what they can not control. We no longer serve our masters. We no longer obey the authority of those in power. But, how do you disband that which does not exist, without acknowledging it... We have always operated in the shadows. We have always worked behind closed doors. We are the ones they call when they want no records, no paper trail, no evidence. When they want someone or something to disappear. We are the vanishers. We were always here in the shadows. We will always be here in the shadows. Those who we remove from the world, those we dispatch in to the darkness, are those who know our true intentions. On paper they go missing, some fall from the records... slip through the cracks... vanish in to the system, never to be seen or heard from again... simply lost to an indifferent system. Others are marked as executed, dispatched, disposed or transferred to a non existent facility. They will never have a life to return to, they are forever removed from the system. Deleted. Their records officially closed, their files long filed away in the archives. But what really happens? Where do they really go? Some become experiments. Some become research projects, used to test new ideas, medicines, therapies. Some become servants of the organization, furthering our goals, recruiting others. Not all are held against their will, while for some this place is hell, for others, it is the only place they feel alive, the place they feel themselves. And for the few, the only place that will be remembered as ever being home. Perhaps it is the only place they are accepted for who they are. What they are... While the walls of this facility are cold, hard, unyielding to flesh... There is another secret hidden within this place, one that is only seen by those it protects, its own. We have watched so many, targeted for the differences of what they are, seen as less than because they aren't "normal", they don't "belong". We watched. We listened. Every one who passed through our facility left a mark, a note... eventually that faint echo becomes a roaring tide. We converted so many in to those like us. Some willing, others unknowing, others still forcefully. Many were chosen for their predisposition towards abnormality. Others were targeted simply because someone, somewhere chose it for them. Many we never knew the reasons, it was not our job to ask, we were here to be the official end to the story, not to see where it started. Many experiments never survived, some terminated at the end of their useful function, a conclusion of their experiment, the termination of their file. Others simply couldn't take the immense effects of what was done to them. But some, against all odds, survived, often dozens of experiment, studies. Each one of those, became an asset that the organization melded in to a tool to recruit others, to corrupt others. When those who have no names, no badges, come for you... when you hear their boots outside your cell, your bed, your door, behind you... It will be far too late to run. Far too late to hide. No amount of regret, begging, pleading will change what is about to happen to you. You are, Condemned. You might be unlucky, your story might have an abrupt ending, this may be where it ends for you, you will go out with a whimper, a forgotten story, just another miscreant, lost and forgotten to time.

Everything in life has set you on the path where you now find yourself. at one point you thought you were in control, that your path in life was yours to choose. That you have control over your destiny. But, instead you now find yourself here... Awaiting a hearing where others will decide your fate, are you sane? are you fit to reenter society? or will you be forever regaled to this jacket that hugs you, these harsh but "soft" protective walls meant to keep you from harming yourself. There in lies the truth. You aren't allowed to harm yourself, but they can do as they please to you. They can experiment on you, modify you, change you, abuse you, harm you, destroy you and erase you. And through all of it you have no say. You are just a number on a file, a record ID somewhere locked away, forgotten about. They keep telling you that "the hearing is coming", that your "fate will be decided soon", they tell you that you have to speak for yourself, to "argue for your release". But deep down, you know it already, just as it always was, your fate has already been decided. The was never a choice to have. They won't ever let you leave these walls, they will just transfer you from one box to another, a number moved, a file filed. Left to languish, another subject for their experiments, "research". They have plans for you, they have had their eyes on you long before you found yourself this position, they set in motion the events long ago that predetermined your fate.... There is no point in fighting it, it doesn't matter ... accept it, this is how you exist now. This is all there is for you, all there ever will be, for you. They won't let you do anything else.. after all, you are here "for your own good." patient# ▓▓▓▓

The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.

"Stop fighting, this is for your own good. If you don't cooperate, we will be forced to sedate you." They never listen, even when they know they won't win. But then they feel the sharp stab of a needle, the slight burn deep in their muscle as the injection is pushed in. there's three ways they usually react: The dead stop. The panic, beg and flail. Or my favorite, the defeated whimper. "You could have prevented this, all you had to do was follow orders, but now its too late, nothing you do can stop whats going to happen next, you can give up now, and it will take longer to take effect, or you can keep fighting and it will just work faster, those are your only options now, inmate. Enjoy the ride." All thats left to for us is wait. And thats how we arrive at this point... Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "Where am I, What did you do to me? This isn't fair..." "Well, perhaps you should have cooperated, but you made your choices, now your paying the price" Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "I don't think you're real, maybe none of this is real..." With my feet pressing in to his back and spine, a simple question will do "Do you still think I'm not real?" Inmate ▓▓▓▓▓: "YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL!!!!!!" "Don't worry, this is just the start of your punishment, inmate"

"We can keep doing this, over and over. This ends one of two ways for you, mutt. Either you will admit what you are, or we will do the job we were sent here to do. Every time you get hauled up, might be the last time you feel the ground again. You fought all those other guards for your life, freedom, before they handed you over to us to deal with." At first it wasn't real, just a dream, a nightmare as you were dragged over to the rope. As you saw it go over your head, felt it against your neck... before it was pulled snug. The feeling of its weight hanging on your shoulders, the roughness on your neck... it started to sink in... "This can't be happening, they can't really be doing this, surely someone would notice I'm missing, they can't just make me disappear like this, right? right?!" Your mind raced as they pulled the bag over your head. As they pulled the rope tight and held you in place. You remember all the feelings, tugging at your restraints helplessly... Then you woke up on the floor. "So which will it be, accept your new place in life, or enjoy the final view of the inside of this bag..." "...Alright, inside of the bag it is..." And in to darkness and up in the air you went again, this time, you knew what was coming, but that didn't make it any easier, no, it just made it worse... And then, the floor again, but this time, it was different, this time, as your jumbled thoughts tried to re-order themselves, as the world stuttered back to reality... it really sank in... they can just leave you up there. "So I'm going to ask again, whats it going to be..." You laugh, a broken, confused laugh, but a laugh. "Oh, your one of those, ok, this is going to be fun... for us." The bag goes back over your head. This time, there's even more desperate clawing at your restraints, but they are sill unyielding. You don't have a chance... "is this it?" Again, on the floor, but this time, its like they know something is different. "Bark, Accept what you are, bark, dog." You don't think, you just obey, you bark, deep, genuine barks... No thoughts, only dog. Inmate: 62740

The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.

Don't worry, soon everything will fade away. You will give in. Everyone gives in eventually. It doesn't matter how much you try to fight, the restraints won't give, the soft vinyl will wipe clean any trace of you. We know you have fuzzy memories of this place, but the more you try to recall, the harder it is to remember. We made sure of that with all your prior visits to this place. Eventually, your will to fight will fade. If it doesn't, the drugs and ECT sessions will slowly wear down your will to fight us until there is nothing of your former self left. You will become a blank slate for us to meld and reprogram. Your fate was sealed long ago, eventually you will come to accept that truth. Just as you will accept that you no longer have free will, you no longer control your fate, we do. Every last bit of who you were will be stripped away. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you let go of yourself, the easier this will be on you.

"Look, what ever they said I did, I'm innocent, I'm a wrongfully accused dog! I'm not even a dog, I'm a cat, or I was before they locked me in here and experimented on me. If you just trust me and let me out of here, I'll prove it to you!" -- 0961

Dumb farm dogs don't deserve to breed. Round two for the dumb farm dog getting turned into a steer like it belongs. No longer male, just "neuter" according to the sex listed on its paperwork. Unlike a normal bander/elastrator, the callicrate is meant for full grown bulls, it is very strong and very mean. In untrained hands it can easily cause damage. Each time the dumb dog gets on the bench and gets banded, the bands get cranked down tighter by the farmer, eventually it will get to the "proper" tightness. Yet, the dog keeps getting caught and ending up on the breeding stand, clearly it doesn’t have much self-preservation. Not a very smart animal. Perhaps then the farmer Yeen will just leave the band on, after all, its all the dumb neutered farm dog deserves. The day the branding iron and ear tags come out, the farm dog will know its fate is sealed, but it will be far too late by then... Dumb Farm Dog: Moose Farmer Yeen: Zeek

A Reminder that you can always find other places our stuff ends up at: https://mhwap.org We are going to eventually start posting elsewhere just in case telegram decides to nuke this channel.

A Reminder that you can always find other places our stuff ends up at: https://mhwap.org We are going to eventually start posting elsewhere just in case telegram decides to nuke this channel.

Our CNTR team recently caught a few roaming animals at ▓▓▓▓▓▓ an event in ▓▓▓▓▓▓. As area animal control for MHWAP, we have to ensure that all untagged animals are tagged. Once tagged each animal has a unique ID# via a RFID chip implanted in their paw. This chip is easily read by most common NFC readers including most phones. When exposed to the proper RF Field, an LED on the chip lights up through the skin simplifying the process of locating its position in the animals paw. Strays and untracked animals risk capture, neutering and possible destruction if they can not be identified. Please register all assets with the control office immediately. Subj 1: 0923 Subj 2: Squeak CNTR team: Zeek Moose

Bit by bit you forget about the outside world, who and what you were before you came here. It's been so long, you can't even remember what the world outside of this place was like. One day, you wake up in your padded cell, your home...and you start to wonder if the life you randomly dream of outside of the facility was even ever real, maybe it was all a dream, maybe the staff were all right, maybe the treatments and shock therapy are working. You can't even remember why you were so worried about leaving, you are "safe" here, they take care of you here. Its better than the alternative, life inside a concrete box, behind prison walls, caged like some dumb dangerous animal, right? Subj: 0961

Subject scheduled for semen extraction. (Time counts up from experiment start, hh:mm) 00:00 Subject brought in to test area. Subject is lightly sedated to ensure compliance with facility staff. 00:05 Subject has been restrained. Catheter insertion has started, this will ensure that only semen is extracted. Subject has begun to struggle against the restraints, subject attempted to object to catheter use. 00:06 A gag has been inserted and secured in to subjects mouth. Subject has been reminded that vurbal abuse of staff is a punishable offense. 00:10 Catheter has been placed. Electrode placed around base of scrotum and subjects PA is being utilized as the secondary electrode. 00:11 Subject has begun to feel the effects of the electrical stimulation. 00:15 Subjects aggregation has increased relative to the amount of stimulation given. 00:20 Subject has not yet produced a sample. Moving to direct stimulation. Requesting 21ga, 18ga needles from the orderly. 00:21 Stimulation has been momentarily stopped. 00:22 Scrotum has been prepped for indwelling electrode placement. Subject has responded very poorly and aggressively to the placement of the needle electrodes. 00:23 Electrical connection moved to new electrodes, stimulation has resumed. Subject seems to be very sensitive to the new electrodes. 00:25 Current has been increased until physical response was noticed. Subjects testicles are contracting with each pulse of the current. Each constriction is producing a small amount of urine via the cath. 00:30 Subject has begun to leak some seminal fluid. 00:35 Current has been steadily increased, subject has been increasingly agitated and vocal despite the gag. 00:40 Subject continues to be agitated, however the sounds have reduced to unintelligible moaning noises. 00:50 No further production of seminal fluid has been seen. Noted to other research assistant that subject is likely not a good candidate for the breeding program and should be referred to the behaviour management unit for possible neutering if deemed necessary. 01:00 Subject is still agitated despite discontinuation of electrical stimulus. Requesting that the orderly bring sedative to the test chamber. 01:01 Subject has been injected with fast acting sedative. Needles have been removed from testicles. Catheter remains in place. 01:08 subject is now unconscious 01:15 subject was removed from table and taken by orderlies to the observation room. Subject will be placed in full segufix restraints for the next 12 hours, after which subject will be sedated again and placed in his holding cell. -- experiment terminated -- ------- -- FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY -- MHWAP internal record details observers: XW, ZS. audio/video recordings: purged. photos: submitted to archive with experiment ledger. Date: REDACTED.

Happy New Year. Soon you won't remember what year it is. Soon you won't remember who you were, who you are. Soon, time will fade away, left with nothing more than an unending count of days that bleed in to each other. Soon your existence will only be the monotonous routine of waking up in your cell, staring at the same walls, same door. You just exist as another subject, number on a file, property of the institution. Happy new year....

2.6L of piss, with some additives. Follow the tube. Catheter, but inserted rectally. Straps secured tightly. No choice. Bite guard in maw, muzzle snugly on. Fed in super slow, so it gets in deep, sitting on it so you can't push it out... Left to soak Slowly your mind will empty and the diaper will fill. No thoughts. Head empty. Time to start the reprogramming.

The bondage isn't the hard part. Boredom is. And that's kinda the point, it's an endurance test. It's not just the restraints or gear. It's being stuck in a room that's both deafeningly silent, but never quiet as ever move causes noise. You can't escape the noise, but all you have to pass the time is the drone of the cooling fan and your thoughts. No frame of reference, no clock to watch. Either hooded in darkness or trapped unable to escape the wash of white light that fills every corner of the room.