South Lizasauria
20-06-2007, 03:07
IC:
Fred Phatterson was an average biologist only a tad too obese for his own good, he ate two chickens a day and two packages of twinkies a day. One day he was experimenting on amoebas with his new experimental DNA ray. As usual in stories such as these something goes wrong and he ended up being hit by the ray along with the amoebas. For days he didn't eat and lost weight, he got hungry however it was as if he forgot how to eat. He patted his lunch with tears in his eyes mourning when suddenly he noticed his flesh engulfing the chicken, the chicken then moved up his arm, and down into his stomach. It was odd and gave our hero-to-be quite the shock but finally getting much craved nutrition pleased him. After a few days he regained his old weight and some more in addition due to the fact that consuming was now easier, he got a bit lazy when suddenly his colleague was knocking on his lab door, he didn't want to get up and imagined what it would be like if he could grab the door from where he was and open it, suddenly his fat matter formed a new arm which stretched its way to the door and opened it, just as it was fully open it wen back to it's original form.
Colleague: Huh?! *looks at door* Incredible, you have an automatic door system? When did you get it?
Fred: *smiles* Recently.
Col: Impressive, Oh I have some serious matters to discuss, our scientists just found out that any accidents with the DNA could be lethal, according to them if it hits more than one organism at once it mixes all their DNA. There weren't any accidents were there?
Fred: Erm, No! Of course not.
Col: Good, we don't want our valued scientists hurt, continue the operation and be careful.
Fred: *smiles* I will.
Fred went over to the mirror as his colleague left and saw how sly he was, he really wanted to get up so his fat morphed in a way that it let him walk, he noticed a few hairs on his face, suddenly his fat made a tentacle like structure which latched onto his shaver then it went back to normal.
Fred: Hmmmm, just as amoebas manipulate their outer body layers to move and change shape I can manipulate my outer fat layers by thought. This may also explain why I now eat like an amoeba too. *gasp* The DNA ray! It must have mixed my DNA! *SUSPENCE!* Hey, I may enjoy this. *makes the fat morph his face to look like elvis then morphs it to look like the President's* HAHAHA! *uses the fat from his wrists to enable him to travel across his lab like spiderman* WOOHOO! Hey! I can use this to fight crime!
Meanwhile the amoebas formed a sludge that came together to form his first villain to fight, it had a constant hunger and could easily heal itsel, they came together and formed an gluttonous sentient lifeform. It left its area and ate away at the lab mice to gain more power.
OOC: Who wants to play the first villains, at this point normal humans who are thieves and such are allowed for Fatman to fight.
Fred Phatterson was an average biologist only a tad too obese for his own good, he ate two chickens a day and two packages of twinkies a day. One day he was experimenting on amoebas with his new experimental DNA ray. As usual in stories such as these something goes wrong and he ended up being hit by the ray along with the amoebas. For days he didn't eat and lost weight, he got hungry however it was as if he forgot how to eat. He patted his lunch with tears in his eyes mourning when suddenly he noticed his flesh engulfing the chicken, the chicken then moved up his arm, and down into his stomach. It was odd and gave our hero-to-be quite the shock but finally getting much craved nutrition pleased him. After a few days he regained his old weight and some more in addition due to the fact that consuming was now easier, he got a bit lazy when suddenly his colleague was knocking on his lab door, he didn't want to get up and imagined what it would be like if he could grab the door from where he was and open it, suddenly his fat matter formed a new arm which stretched its way to the door and opened it, just as it was fully open it wen back to it's original form.
Colleague: Huh?! *looks at door* Incredible, you have an automatic door system? When did you get it?
Fred: *smiles* Recently.
Col: Impressive, Oh I have some serious matters to discuss, our scientists just found out that any accidents with the DNA could be lethal, according to them if it hits more than one organism at once it mixes all their DNA. There weren't any accidents were there?
Fred: Erm, No! Of course not.
Col: Good, we don't want our valued scientists hurt, continue the operation and be careful.
Fred: *smiles* I will.
Fred went over to the mirror as his colleague left and saw how sly he was, he really wanted to get up so his fat morphed in a way that it let him walk, he noticed a few hairs on his face, suddenly his fat made a tentacle like structure which latched onto his shaver then it went back to normal.
Fred: Hmmmm, just as amoebas manipulate their outer body layers to move and change shape I can manipulate my outer fat layers by thought. This may also explain why I now eat like an amoeba too. *gasp* The DNA ray! It must have mixed my DNA! *SUSPENCE!* Hey, I may enjoy this. *makes the fat morph his face to look like elvis then morphs it to look like the President's* HAHAHA! *uses the fat from his wrists to enable him to travel across his lab like spiderman* WOOHOO! Hey! I can use this to fight crime!
Meanwhile the amoebas formed a sludge that came together to form his first villain to fight, it had a constant hunger and could easily heal itsel, they came together and formed an gluttonous sentient lifeform. It left its area and ate away at the lab mice to gain more power.
OOC: Who wants to play the first villains, at this point normal humans who are thieves and such are allowed for Fatman to fight.