Chapter 110 - Dr. Mundo - The Madman Of Zaun (2/2)

He'd steal a syringe from an orderly and fill it with a mixture of cavernberry juice from breakfast and god-knows-what from his chamber pot. ”Mundo make medicine!” he'd happily exclaim before jabbing the concoction into his own forehead.

In time, however, Mundo grew tired of experimenting on himself.

Later, many would speculate what Mundo's motivations were. Some assumed he was taking revenge for the years of torture he endured at the hands of the asylum staff. Others thought he was merely a psychopathic monster with no sense of morality.

The truth was much simpler: Mundo had decided it was time to put his research into practice.

One night, Mundo snuck into the kitchen. There, he found a massive meat cleaver. ”Medical” blade in hand, Mundo proceeded to go from room to room, ”operating” on every ”patient” he found with no logic to his method of ”treatment” other than what would amuse him the most at any given moment.

By daybreak, every single person in the asylum was ”cured,” save for Mundo.

He donned a physician's coat from one of his victims, his massive muscles ripping it as he pulled it over his gargantuan frame. Mundo had realized his dream. He was a doctor! As a new member of a long and ill.u.s.trious line, he had to share his medicinal skills with the rest of the world. His work had just begun.

He barged through the locked doors of the asylum and past the steps where he'd been left so many years ago. Mundo walked into the streets of Zaun, a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

The doctor was in.

”Mundo will let you know upfront: this probably hurt very much.”