★★ The Unholy Citadel of 6ch ★★

When I, Frank Cooper, checked into the hospital, I was first put into the Emergency Room. I didn't sleep for what seemed like an eternity. Some person in the E.R kept talking about how someone was the son of god, and I assumed he was talking about me, but when I spoke to him, he couldn't hear me. I kept trying to speak up, but still nothing. I soon realized that they were jamming brain signals with their "televisions", which is why people say that television rots your brain. I panicked. Soon, someone asked me if I would like some water. I said yes. They brought in a cup of water, but it seemed strange. I could smell it, and I figured out that it was actually bleach. I was the son of god, and this bleach was "water". I wouldn't allow the hospital staff to poison me and turn it into wine.....the blood of Frank Cooper. I poured the bleach onto the electrical outlet, hoping to zap the television that was turned on at that moment and burn the entire place down to the ground, however for some odd reason it didn't work. They then came into the room and took away the cup. I tried to fall asleep in the bed, but I kept getting nervous. I got up, looked at the bed and noticed that it was a hollow frame. Could this be my permanent resting place? Maybe there was a mechanism to drop me into it and trap me, while all they had to do was roll me into a secret room and cremate me while I was still alive and kicking. I slept on the ground that night. The ground was very cold and uncomfortable, but I managed.

I started rubbing my feces on the wall. I was in that shit hole for two months. I thought I had an alien baby while I was in there, and I kept scratching my gooch, thinking that I would tear a vagina into myself so that I could pop out the alien, and I got to the point where it started bleeding before forgetting why I was doing it and going back to bed. I saw shadow men. I had vivid dreams that I couldn't tell if they were real. I called my family around 20 times in a row, thinking that each time I put the phone down, a new day would start. I thought I was in space. I never washed until month 2 near the end of my hospitalization. I didn't eat anything but sugar, and I didn't shit for a week or two. My balls shriveled up. I thought that my hairs were hypodermic needles sticking out of my skull. Sometimes I couldn't tell if I was larping or having delusions. I thought that powder was on my balls from alien eggs. I thought that mirrors were a portal to another dimension. My family didn't want to stand in front of the mirror. They were probably scared.

I masturbated in the hospital frequently, because I thought that the "Discharge" area was for seminal discharge for the aliens to experiment with. I never drank their apple juice because I thought it had a human embryo in them. Everyone that wasn't talking to me seemed like they were making fun of me constantly behind my back when I overheard them. One day, I noticed there was colored pencil marks drawn on the walls, and I thought that they were markers for where a bullet would ricochet and kill me through the window. I thought that the military was trying to get me out of the hospital. We were in 5A, which I thought stood for Area 51, being that A (alpha) can also mean the number One. (5A = 51). They kept toying with me, thinking that I wouldn't notice. They kept trying to keep me there for as long as possible and drain me of my semen, but I didn't let it happen. I escaped after 2 months, by pretending that I wasn't an alien and taking the medication that they gave me. It was the only way I could have made it. Rest in Peace Frank Cooper. You will be missed, but never forgotten.

Nigga do you really expect me to read all dat shit

I initially assumed this was kopipe, but the only reference to this story I could find on Google was this youtube video:
watch?v=ohXUvSV72iI
Based on when I first saw this thread, the video seems to have been made around the same time.
I looked through the other videos on the channel, and there is a series of videos about Frank Cooper that contain >>1's story in the video descriptions. It seems >>1 has been stealing his schizophrenic ramblings from elsewhere!

I initially made post >>3 about how I found a video source for the story, but then deleted it to add some corrections, making >>4. Whilst making >>4, my post kept getting blocked as spam! I had to post it through the XSS exploit.

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Someone on IRC wanted one of these, so here you go!

Apparently they wanted it elsewhere so my efforts are wasted and now I'm ANGRY.

Someone on I recall correctly wanted one of these, so here you go!