Docskilz

The story is a fictional account based on the yahoo ident Docskilz. It in no way is intended to be a portrayal of anything pertaining to the real life person using that yahoo ident. Any resemblance to the actual real life person using the Yahoo ident Docskilz is purely co-incidental... or a lucky guess |:0p

About Docskilz

Docskilz is a 40 something paraniod schizophrenic. He got his nick while working on fishing boats in alaska, where he drifted to after being dishonorably discharged from the army for punching his sergent (a while southerner) in the mouth.

As Docskilz said at his trial

"no fucking racist cracker fuck is gonna give me no orders".

Due to systemic racism in our medical system, Docskilz is unable to get treatment for his sickness. Most of his life he has drifted from job to job, his explosive anger constantly getting him into trouble.

The last couple of years have been better. He has worked at the same place, the Serta mattress company for 3 years now. He is divorced, with 2 young daughters, whom he sees on the weekends, despite the misgivings of his ex wife. He is currently living with a kind caring woman named Melanie.

For all his adult life, Doc's sickness has caused him to think "da man" is out there, waiting to put him in his place. He is haunted by the story of his great uncle... lynched for smiling and winking at a white woman.

Doc is determined nothing like that will ever happen to him... he figures the best way to save himself is to shout loud and long at any racist that approaches him... scare him off before they can put that rope around his neck and lynch him.

Doc's waking and sleeping hours are filled with visions of hooded clansmen and burning crosses.

The voices inside his head constantly taunt him, laugh at him, denigrate him...but they are useful in a way.. they always tell him when ever a racist is close by.

When Doc got online a few years it only served to worsen his sickness, now instead of only having to face racists in the real world there was a whole cyber world of racists, all waiting to persecute him, lynch him, destroy him.

Doc has made it his mission to expose every racist he finds... to shout at them long and loud... to keep the demons inside his head at bay, and keep that rope from around his neck.

His usual responce to any perceived racism...

fuck you, you fucking racist fuck

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