As the ambulance wound it's way up the long, rural drive - beneath the aging oaks and birches of the expansive grounds, I could see my new home looming in the distance. An ominous, angular, towering structure with jagged towers at the corners, and rows of narrow, darkened windows. In the lower center, the entry way extended outward in a concrete and brick canopy over an arched double door of some antiquity, with ornate, tall, arch-topped windows directly above that gave quite the gruesome impression of a evil grin and gaping maw swallowing the souls of the weak minded - and it seemed it was feeding time. Bedlam asylum - not the home I had hoped for growing up, but now I was doomed to be another wretched soul wandering it's halls. Using my new poses. Still in my Bedlam mood.