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In 2007, a group of renegade scientists began a series of hideous animal splicing projects on people lost in the vast desert of the Sahara, using stolen funds from major military and genetic Corporations from around the world, they were able to continue these ‘projects’, for 23 years, until they had enough of these ‘projects’ to begin demanding for top secret parts from the military and genetic corporations, who instantly refused their demands, and sent a world class mercenary with a fake part to see if they were bluffing. To make their demands clear, the renegades set up camera’s all around the desert. And hacked into world satellites to broadcast the video all over the world. This is what they recorded...
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A smart looking man, in a white, leather business suit, stood in the middle of a barren desert,
Huge dunes, raised by traveling winds, stood around the man in suit. With heat unable to penetrate
His suit, he remained cool. In his left hand, was a modified Magnum, its silvery case glinting off Sunlight. On the other arm, the heated steel of a handcuff burned his skin to make it an irritable Red patch. Attached to the gleaming silver handcuff, a black attach? suitcase, its contents Unknown, lay still as a cool, gentle breeze blew past the man, sending a few stray hairs of his neatly trimmed hair. The breeze slowed down until it was just a faint touch on his skin.
At that sudden moment, a huge spout of sand, 10 or 20 feet wide, shot high into the air. The man just stared at it as if he had seen one of these phenomenon’s before.
A few moments later, the spout descended back into the sand, revealing a shadowy figure that could not be made out because of the blistering heat bouncing off the sand.
It began to move
Its arms began to sway left to right as if they had no eventual meaning to it, its footsteps were sluggish and heavy, as if some sort of invisible weights had been forced on them.
The man tightened his grip on the gun as he lifted it up until his gun was in perfect alignment with his eye, giving him a perfect shot at it.
He pulled the trigger. .. . . .
A silent, but fast bang emerged as the bullet made its way through the gun. The force of the recoil was enough to send his arm upwards, but he quickly put it back into place as he pulled the trigger again, and again, and again.
The expression on the mans face did not change as he fired the gun, it was his job, there was no such need for an outburst of emotions in his field.
The thing let out a bloodcurdling cry as the four bullets impacted into its skull one by one. It slumped to the hot desert sand, and was done.
The man retracted his hand, and put the Magnum into a holster on his belt. He turned, and began walking from it.
He only got about 10 meters before another bloodcurdling cry rang out.
The thing put its knees up, and then pulled itself up. Its back was bent, and was completely out of shape, it pulled itself up until it was vertical, but its head was still bent back.
It slowly began to pull its head forward, the cracking of broken bones being shifted back into place made it ever creepier. It tilted its head left slowly, making a few more bones crackle, then right. It then centered its head.
The man could hardly believe what he saw; the impacted bullets were not in its head, but still outside the skin, lodged into its head.
It lifted its arm up, and began plucking the bullets out of its head, dropping each smoking bullet as if they were never meant to cause no damage
It then began to twitch, its arms shaking wildly as if it was having some sort of spasm. And began to laugh uncontrollably, like some madman who had just killed its prize.
The man was still looking at it, looking at every detail carefully now..
It wore what were jeans, but was now ripped and stained with dirt. The bare remains of a shirt and socks were all that was left of its once human side. Its skin was a blackish grey color, and it had, to what he could see, a kind of rudder like things lined up on his arm and its head. Its skin was patterned with scratches and cuts which formed some sort of pattern on it. The head was not that of a human, but of an animal, some sort of chameleon like creature.
The creature stopped laughing, red lines drawing their way up to the pupil of its eyes.
The man fumbled for his gun.
The thing began to walk towards him, speeding up its pace every few steps.\
The man pulled out the magnum, and began pulling the trigger,
Bang
The things arm recoiled backwards, but it did not stop
Bang
The other arm recoiled
Bang
The things leg recoiled back, making the thing fall forwards, but it descended into a roll, and sprung back into a running position, its eyes even more raging than last.
Bang
Finally, the bullet caught its head, sending the monster’s head recoiling backwards, and what the man hopefully would have thought would break its neck, but it kept running, its head springing back towards it original position,
Bang
Bang
Bang
The man looked at his gun as if it was worthless; the monster was still raging forwards, until it was too late.
The monster tackled the man, the sheer force breaking his ribs and cracking his spine. It then lifted the man and piledrived him into the sand, instantly breaking his neck.
The monster then began to rip the man up into little shreds, eating what meat there was on him, quelling that immortal hunger for now..
It snapped the handcuff as if it was made out of string, and ate left what little meat was left for the night creatures. It then put the case under one arm, lifted its other arm, and began tunneling into the sand, instantly covering up the trail to the lab..
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Then the face of one of the scientists flashed up onto the screen, he began to utter out the deadlines for the demands, and the consequence of not paying up to them..
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Meanwhile in the underground facility. . .
“I think our ‘demonstration’ was enough to capture their attention.” One of the scientists said in a wheelie chair
“Indeed” another one said
“Uplink terminated people” another one at a desk said
A few sighs of relief, and a few minutes of quiet.
In this RP you can play either Human ,or Spliced (the things) who are planning on escaping the laboratory.
A few things though.
The year is 2030
(humans) No lasers, you can make up your own weapons, but they still shoot bullets
No Godmodding at all, do this and you WILL be kicked out.
Experienced Role-players only please
i only need about 2 or 3 humans and about 3 spliced
Bios:
Name:
Type (human or spliced):
Species (spliced only) (2 only if you are spliced):
Age:
Gender
Personality:
Looks:
History (if your are spliced, this doesn’t necessarily apply to you, but if you can come up with something good, try):
My bio
Name: Subject A
Type: spliced
Species: Chameleon, killer whale
Age: 30
Gender: male
Personality: sometimes sarcastic, but mostly hot-headed most of the time. Hardly ever hysterical.
Looks: ripped jeans, shirt and socks, stained with dirt. Has blackish grey colored skin, and a chameleon head. Has large clawed feet and hands. Has no hair at all
History : being the first test subject for the scientists. He became some sort of deliverer for them, which generally made him mad, but after the countless punishments, sleepless nights and ‘deliveries’, he wants to escape and be free from the compound..
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