Jill Gabriel
Arkham…still
Subject: Damn Joker needs to die
Off the juice again. Damn Arkham staff needs to fucking learn their pharmaceuticals better. Go learn you some psychopharmacology, ya fuckin' quacks!
Wait, where did I even learn that word? Ah well. Fuck it. Probably some spelling test from Hell.
Anyway, as the subject header suggests, the Joker needs to go fucking fall in a ditch. He's not fucking helping me get all acquitted and that neat stuff for the hearing to get me out of this nuthouse. WHICH IS REALLY SCARY, BY THE WAY.
Thumbs is scaring me. She got her name because she used her thumbs to kill her ex-boyfriends by jamming those thumbs through their eyes and into their brains. Why she is even in general population I have no goddamn idea, and it reinforces my notion that the entire Arkham staff is batshit fucking insane and/or evil criminals torturing the inmates.
I bet they even fucking experiment on the patients here with some sort of wacko weaponized hallucinogen agent or some shit!
Anyway, yeah, right now I'm hiding in the corner of our cell, and talking about the fuggin' ugly Arkham jumpsuits they have here. Hunter orange jumpsuits against hospital white walls?! What the fuck were the Arkham guys thinking? This isn't calming, this is really freaking…ohgodI'mgoingtofuckinghaveastroke
They need to call their goddamn Arkham interior designers or something. My-fucking-god.
And Joker still sucks. He's being incredibly unhelpful to me getting acquitted. No wonder the prosecutor got him to testify against my sanity; the guy makes me out to be a complete loon. And myfuckingawd, they got Helen to testify too. I actually did get to punch her in the face, and then they drugged me again, and I was pissed for a couple minutes, before I started seeing pink elephants again and quieted down.
So yeah…I'm probably totally screwed and gonna die here. Oh damn it's the man nurse again, gotta go.