[ WP ] You are a quack doctor who discovers that , miraculously , one of your `` miracle cures '' really does cure everything .

“ Sir, if you just TRY it! Just test it in a lab! Please, just... “ 
 
 “ Mister Percy, ” a voice interrupted. “ Nobody wants to try any of your potions. They don ’ t work and you are becoming a real thorn in my side. Now please leave our facilities before I call security… again. ” 
 
 “ You ’ re making a mistake!. ” Percy shouted back at the voice, with his finger up in the air. “ A grave mistake! ” 
 
 “ Securit.. ” 
 
 “ Im going! ” 
 
 Mr. Percy left the room. This had been the third medical firm to dismiss him today. “ They ’ ll come around eventually, ” he repeated to himself as he rubbed his hands against his briefcase. 
 
 At first sight, Mister Levi Percy is nothing more than a lunatic. With an unshaven face, unkempt hair, and a dirty suit, it makes sense to assume he is a broken man. He ’ s been called a liar, a quack, and an enemy of science, but none of these names have ever deterred Levi Percy. His head hangs low, but his spirits rise higher than ever; For Mister Percy has in his possession the most powerful concoction known to man - a cure-all potion. Just one sip has the ability to cure the human body from any and every ailment. No, It is not magic. It is simply an invention procured by an eccentric madman. And unfortunately for poor Levi Percy, nobody believes a madman. 
 
 But he was far from discouraged as he staggered outside from the medical firm he ’ d just gotten rejected from. And without missing a beat, Percy once again began to market his drug. 
 
 “ What if i told you that I have in my hands a bottle of the most miraculous stature. ” He yelled to a nearby gathering people. `` A bottle of life itself! Why, just one sip will cure you of all your sickness and sorrows! All the way from cancers and tumors to broken bones and nosebleeds, this potion can cure it all. Even the rainy-day blues don ’ t stand a chance when you ’ ve got this stuff. ” 
 
 But like always, nobody believed him. 
 
 Back on the streets and as ambitious as ever, Mister Percy will never slow down or stop trying to sell his miracle product. He will never be rich and he will never be famous. In an ironic twist of fate, the man with the most power is least equipped to handle it. It is a shame that the best gift to mankind is left in the hands of a madman, a brilliant mind cursed with the mannerisms of a lunatic. He is a rare breed of genius - the kind that will forever go unnoticed and unable to hold ground in a world of skeptics. If only they would listen to him… But nobody listens to poor Mister Percy. Poor, poor Mister Percy. 

