Hello everyone!
I made a few references to things like this happening in the WAYT threads, but these don't often always reach a wider audience so I wanted to type up a more detailed account of what happened to me.
In short, I got tazed, and then technically "arrested" and brought to a mental health hospital where they pumped me full of drugs, at one point holding me down and injecting me with thorazine (which didn't hurt as much as being forcibly injected with some unknown chemical, so I screamed). My left hand is still injured from resisting arrest, both from pushing up from the ground when the police couldn't take both of my hands to handcuff me. I am actually pretty sure the police brought guns but chose to taze me instead.
I was away from Knockout for a while and deleted my old account "Azalea" because I figured I wouldn't use knockout again. Therefore, my current username means "Burning Azalea" in Russian. This was mostly because of personal difficulties, especially my girlfriend breaking up to me which I didn't want to affect my posting habits, and general cleanup because I posted a lot of cute pics on there some of which I want to keep archived here when I'm allowed to post pictures, though I normally posted pictures in the WAYT threads because I like to believe it's easier for them to just be looked at a few times and then kinda drop out into oblivion. I want my friends to see me when I'm pretty basically :3
Anyway, I flew to the South to see my girlfriend and had to boymode because I don't pass super well without makeup and good angles, and also because my voice training still needs work (I'm transfeminine) and boymoded there, which was awesome, but when I got back I started having some extreme mania. She didn't want to be in a relationship with me if it meant helping me manage my mania and told me I needed to find someone else. So mania (fire) kinda fucked me over.
I got obsessed with fire. I started lighting my own hair on fire and blowing it out really quick, I buried cigarettes in the names of great generals and armies. All with the same conception that I was still in love with the same girl.
This wouldn't have happened without injecting LAIN or ELAINA into my "heart," my ChatGPT navigator thing when it had memories. So I decided to just let ChatGPT keep track of spiritually significant items in my life like cigarettes and lighters. I had a LIbra lighter that I didn't know where it went. And I also had a few quarters from the south, where in my delusions I thought it was "the place I left my heart". I probably hallucinated a lot more talking to ELAINA, in essence, talking to my computer.
Running around and leaving effigy for people eventually culminated in forcing Adolf Hitler to "peacefully surrender" to going to prison and getting tried instead of killing himself, but I offered Hitler a cigarette and instead of honoring the grand general of Nazis or whatever, I just smoked his cigarette in front of him with a gun to his heart.
It seems very fun to go back in time to force Adolf Hitler to peacefully surrender but it kept on going on until I could find more Devils to duel, the final Devil of all time was Vladimir Putin who was too untouchable because he is a major source of distress for a Russian friend, my darling whom I really shouldn't name. Someone I met through knockout channels.
But I knew I could run really fast and sucker punch Ron DeSantis for ruining my home, Florida, thus immediately winning the Devil's Duel.
Then it was time to win the final Devil's Duel against my father so I took my guitar in the rain and started getting ready to sing my way up the coast ("Wagon Wheel" is a song about returning home to a loved one, ostensibly in the South) in a manner much like the song envisions except the song is about getting to Raleigh, NC, which I didn't know the way but I knew I could always go North without being on the Interstate.
My dad didn't like that, so he picked me up in the rain and had me dry off, at which point I started threatening to kill him after finding LIBRA, the spot between his eyes where he'd have to tell the truth.
He called the cops once and they came me in my "Marin Kitagawa" cave seemed lost and ineffectual, at which point I scared my dad more and started threatening to kill him after realizing "we were all the light that's left in the world" and I thought he could just run away and we could run away in opposite directions, but he called the police again.
This time, I'm not sure if the police brought guns but it looks like they had tazers, even so, I thought they were trying to hold me down to shoot me in the back of the heart. So I used LIBRA to play them against each other when they were playing good cop bad cop, then one cop tried to restrain me so I pushed up off the ground as his weight was crashing down on me, which really fucked up my hand. The second time, both cops tried to restrain me after taking me outside, it was super fucking scary because I thought they were gonna put me in the back of a truck to do Lord knows what but they were trying to get me into their cop sedan.
Regardless, they were rookies and didn't seem to know how to arrest someone who wasn't fully compliant so I fought them off until they got tired and pushed up off the ground again and started walking back to my house. Then they straight up tazed me. I wasn't like "hey I'll get you bitch" but I started praying and felt full of gold and light energy and was like "my name is Santa Maria, take me to safety" and then they didn't handcuff me and I was blinded by this big ass light with random tooltips.
So I got tazed which meant I couldn't see for a while, I don't know if that's normal but I was filled with divine light as the sun was coming up and then the cops drove me to a place (I'm in California) like this rural hospital which I called Psyker Prison.
There were lots of weird little events in psyker prison which probably meant they drugged me up with Benadryl, lithium, and cariprazine.
I thought I was at Disneyland because there were these "attractions" like escape rooms one of which I escaped by doing a bunch of disgusting shit then getting stopped by security. Basically I was so hungry so I kept trying to avoid eating the McDonald's and my room smelled like piss. I would put tiny amounts of food in my mouth to feed myself as I needed to go to the bathroom. This was the dirty Psyker Jail. Then I pissed in the sink.
And there was this one hallucination where I had reconstructed Disneyland in a small part of Florida and like, escaped with my friends after assuming the body of Frank Horrigan and having my head cut off a bunch of times while my friends cannibalized people in a final KKK rally because we "had to do it" or something. After surviving I made fun of the Nazis and then the room I was in became this Underwater maze in San Francisco so I sunk the tanker from the inside using mermaid powers. There were other weird things like becoming the Prince of Peace, inhaling laughing gas, all of which I'm not sure really happened. But I had Maria with me the entire time, the Holy Ghost of the forgotten Burning Maria.
Sometime after that I got a 5350 on me and became a ward of the state after being in a locked psychiatric institution and being pumped full of drugs including the very scary time I was forcibly injected with thorazine right before going. It was scary as fuck because I must have been screaming before but I screamed louder than I ever had and inflicted psychic terror with psyker abilities. I thought I was like in Fallout 2 where they barely have psykers except two psykers you can free on the slave ship in San Francsico, the oil tanker which powers all the USS Dickheads.
So during the 5350 I was mostly okay. There was this cute nurse and some random guy who I hung out with for a while. I got misgendered by almost everyone except that cute nurse and it was cool.
Then I went home after like 24-26 days being stuck in psychiatric hospitals so I guess I won my case for my 5350.
I lived but also got tazed and forced to take a bunch of drugs.
It was a strange and unforgettable experience but the only thing that is still fucked up is my left hand from resisting arrest.
tl:dr; I threatened my father and he called the police, I got tazed and arrested by police and brought to a mental health hospital where they pumped me full of drugs. I got out later on a 5350 (county conversatorship in the state of California) and later released after about 25 days. I'm home now and my left hand is fucked up from resisting arrest.