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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:45 pm
{History...]
In the year thirty-sixty-two, 3062, the world has discovered a truth. A terminal illness has infested this world, and brought about strange relations. Nobody knows the nature of this virus, nick-named; the Halucinagyn, as the effects vary from victim to victim. The syptoms are unknown, as they are different for every person who contracts the disease, and if a doctor or scientist attempts to disect the viral strand, they would usually become infected with a large dose and be restricted to bed. The world is quickly becoming infested with diseased people, and there is only a select group of people who are immune. These immune ones, generalised as the 'Detectors' have the ability to find and elliminate the Halucinagyn, and are immune because of a special gene within their D.N.A, which Doctors still have not been able to isolate. But while the Detectors are immune, they can still carry and transmit the disease, creating a reputation of being hideous and diseased even when they have been screened as 'clean' of the virus. So while they are the world's only hope, they are still discriminated against, and many are unwilling to allow them into their towns. But, if not the Detectors,
WHO WILL SAVE US?
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:50 pm
{Our story...}
Our story takes place in this pre-oppocalyptic world, within one small town named Gorbn. There is only one small hospital, a tiny school and a shopping centre. Of course, there are plenty of houses, a couple of cafes and a miniature park with only two benches and a wooden fence. But this town is one of the bravest in the world. The townspeople havve allowed the Detectors to enter their village, and in return the Detectors have set up a work station within the hospital and are healing their infected. From this station, named Antibiotic Inc., the Detectors span our their resources and help others in need in towns that refuse to allow them within their borders. How is this possible? The virus is transmitted within soundwaves. The anti-body that the Detectors have is also transmitted on these waves, and they have advanced technology that helps them transmit the antidote to others. Truly, Gorbn is the bravest city
IN THE WORLD.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:56 pm
[The Skeletons of Our Infected...}
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:00 pm
{The Commands Of Our Lords...]
# Follow Guild Rules
# Follow Gaia's ToS
# No cybering WHAT SO EVER
# Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-13
# Violence is encouraged, but, again, PG-13
# Please PM all profiles to me, Oasaka45656
# I, the Captain of the Guild along with all the crew and vice-captain(s) have the power and right to change/add/delete rules as we wish
#Have fun~! ^^
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:01 pm
[Our Saviors, Our Infected...} (This is where all accepted profiles will go.) Name: Toxic Stray. Nickname(s): Toxic. Age: Looks about seventeen, but is really only two years old Gender: Male. Blood type: None. Sexuality: Straight. Motto: "Being human isn't nessacery, merely a convieniance." Biography: Toxic was originally a figment of a woman's imagination. The girl in question, Lana Gerrette, had created him for a science-fiction book she had been writing about a group of friends in a virtual-reality video game. Toxic was an AI gone bad within the game, an AI who had broken his programming and esaped to become a real player of the game. When Lana fell victim to the Halucinagyn, she fell into a coma and began hallucinating. Only, her hallucinations became reality. Toxic was brought into the world as a stray AI, and lived on as a Detector even after Lana was killed of the illness. Fears: Drowning, short-circuting and death. Personality: He is commonly mistaken as 'creepy', although he is nothing like that. He is very kind, always staying by his friends' sides. He is considered extremely loyal by those he knows. Likes: Computers, electricity, flying and batteries. Dislikes: Swimming, water, soft drinkand bracelets. Race: Symptom of an infected Human/Stray AI Angel. RP Speech colour: Green.RP Thought colour: Olive.Puppeteer: Oasaka45656 Appearance: [X] (This is a temperary picture. Another will be taking its place soon.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:41 pm
 『 Toxic Stray 』 #A slender flame burns at the edge of my heart
#Without warning, it spreads into a burning passion
#My butterfly, flitting around it chaotically
#Scales dropping into your hand
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Toxic stole down the hallway of the miniscule hosptial. He glanced from side to side as he stood against the wall at an intersection, staring down the crossing corridor, watching the doctor stroll towards him. He turned swiftly into a room off to the side, leaving Toxic to continue down the hall and into the side-corridor only those members of the public who were part of the Detectors knew about. Arriving in the slowly filling lab, he went straight to his desk and pulled out a laptop. Scanning through the e-mails, he noted every plea for assistance mentally. Standing again, he waltzed to the bio-containment area and helped a Detector Scientist with his research on the Halucinagyn. Peering into a vial, he grinned.
"Any progress, Doctor?" He asked, turning towards the scientist. He walked past him to look at the computer sitting on the desk. "You certainly seem to be doing a lot of work,"Toxic joked, exiting out of the tetris game the Doctor had open. He turned back to the Doctor, smirking.
"Well, yeah. You know how it is, don't you, Toxic? It's hard to stay one hundred percent concentrated on the work, isn't it?" The man seemed uncomfortable. Toxic walked back past him to his desk, patting the Doctor on the back on his way.
"Of course. Everyone needs a break now and then, Doctor. But please, do so in your own time," he said, not unkindly, and he sat back at his desk. He shot down a few spam e-mails, and set to work replying to ligitimate ones.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝  #In a woods deep,deep inside
#It exists. That circus.
#The chairman, big eyes and
#Ten metres tall.
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