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23-12-2008, 01:05
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http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577148
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IC:
Corazan City Hall, Corazan City, Suzannyah.
5:06 pm
Corazan City Hall was buzzing with journalists and reporters desperate to get information on the drug that was set to save millions and revolutionize the modern world.
Mayor Tzchetko happily agreed to smile for photographs and participate in interviews, this was the most attention Corazan had seen in years, he was sure that it would reap it's own rewards.
"Mr Tzchetko!" One reporter shouted from the swarm, "Are there any known side effects?"
The Mayor felt his ears burning, truth be told he knew nothing of the drug other than what it was being made for.
"I think that it is time to begin." He said, opening the oak panelled doors, letting the masses spill in.
5:21 pm
"Sloane Roughet, The Suzannyah Herald" A young woman with a notebook said pluckily, "Is this really a definate cure for Alzheimers and Dementia?"
The scientist sitting at the head of the table shook his head and sighed,
"It is not a cure Miss Roughet, but an effective prevention." He said
Sloane's eyes narrowed as she scribbled this information down, before raising her hand again.
"Are there any known side-affects?" She asked.
The corners of her mouth twitched in near triumph as the scientists suddenly began to look nervous, Mayor Tzchetko looked at the expectantly.
"Dr Salys?" He said, raising his eyebrows at one scientist
"No." Dr Salys said sharply
Sloane scratched her ear, surely there had to be more to this than meets the eye.
"We have a patient with us now in fact." Said Dr Salys, nodding at a security guard.
The guard opened the door to the back rooms. Every reporter held his/her breath, cameras ready and pens poised. In walked a man of about 38, he waved at the journalists quite freely as he walked up to the head table, seating himself between Dr Salys and Mayor Tzchetko.
Suddenly camera's were flashing and questions were flying from the mouth of every reporter.
The man cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone
"My name is Terry Osk and I chose to take the drug trial because I have a history of Alzheimers in my family." He said
5:58 pm
Toward the end on the conference Sloane began to notice that Terry Osk was growing paler in complexion, he was speaking less and beads of sweat were forming on his brow. She looked down at her notes, so far she had learnt that the drug was taken through a procedure in which the needle enters the brain however the scientists has refused to talk about the properties of the drug itself. It hadn't seemed suspicious up until now, apparently there were no side effects although Terry Osk was growing sicker by the minute. Out of nowhere a bang made Sloane jump, she looked up to see Mr Osk with his head down on the table.
"Is he ok?" She said worriedly to the scientists, none of whom began to reassure the crowd.
Mr Salys immediately got up and left through the back rooms, security following him. The second scientist stood up but did not leave. Instead he just stared at Mr Osk with grave apprehension all over his face. The third scientist was walking around the back of the table to leave when Mr Osk lifted his head.
Sloane screamed.
6:07 pm
The third scientist's body hung over the edge of the table. The second scientist was too busy taking a bite out of Mayor Tzchetko's shoulder to notice. There were people screaming and there was blood everywhere.
Sloane ran down the back corridor, trying desperately to shake the horrific images from her mind. The eyes, blood red. It wasn't cannibalism, she thought, because although there was biting there was no eating of the flesh. It was more like uncontrollable rage, they were biting and punching. She drew in a deep breath remembering how Mr Osk, or the person who was Mr Osk, had pushed his fingers into a scientist's eyes and how the blood from the camera man in front of her's slashed neck had spattered onto her jacket.
Capital News Headquarters, Capital Jazriek City, Suzannyah
Time Unknown
The transmission went out to all of Suzannyah, it was fuzzy but the screams ran clear.
"INFECTION!" the anchorman shouted, "Oh God... They're here..."
The screen didn't go black, everybody saw it. A woman with red eyes and blood stained hands ran at the anchorman. A badge dropped from the top pocket of her suit, the screams ran clear until broken by death.
The camera fell to the ground, people in their homes could see the badge now. Blood covered the picture, but the name was clear. Sloane Roughet.
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Rules of Infection:
-Spread through blood and saliva
-The initial time from the infection to rage is minimum 3 minutes, maximum 1 hour
-Infected can only be killed through blows to the head or decapitation
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Above the city
The two fighters streaked across the cloudless sky to rendezvous with the Kagetorian Carrier Akagi. They had flown for hours, and the pilots were extremely bored.
"Hey Kenkon, how you doing?" said the front pilot, Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida.
"Fine here. Fuel is starting to get low." replied his wingman, Sgt. Kenkon Kama.
"I know. Good thing the governments created the agreement that all military between our nations could refuel."
Over the radio came the Akagi.
"Come in Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142. Repeat, come in Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142, over." said the radio
"This is Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142, I read you, over." said Ziyo
"Very good. The government wants you to land. We have received recent, disturbing images from your area. We want you to investigate, over."
"Why us? Don't you have military or KIA (Kagetorian Intelligence Agency lol) in the area, over."
"Unfortunately no. You are our closest military presence, over."
"Very well, over and out."
The pair of fighters changed course and flew toward the nearest military airport, where they moved through the red tape and landed.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577148
I am not the host of the game, I'm just posting the IC so we can start
IC:
Corazan City Hall, Corazan City, Suzannyah.
5:06 pm
Corazan City Hall was buzzing with journalists and reporters desperate to get information on the drug that was set to save millions and revolutionize the modern world.
Mayor Tzchetko happily agreed to smile for photographs and participate in interviews, this was the most attention Corazan had seen in years, he was sure that it would reap it's own rewards.
"Mr Tzchetko!" One reporter shouted from the swarm, "Are there any known side effects?"
The Mayor felt his ears burning, truth be told he knew nothing of the drug other than what it was being made for.
"I think that it is time to begin." He said, opening the oak panelled doors, letting the masses spill in.
5:21 pm
"Sloane Roughet, The Suzannyah Herald" A young woman with a notebook said pluckily, "Is this really a definate cure for Alzheimers and Dementia?"
The scientist sitting at the head of the table shook his head and sighed,
"It is not a cure Miss Roughet, but an effective prevention." He said
Sloane's eyes narrowed as she scribbled this information down, before raising her hand again.
"Are there any known side-affects?" She asked.
The corners of her mouth twitched in near triumph as the scientists suddenly began to look nervous, Mayor Tzchetko looked at the expectantly.
"Dr Salys?" He said, raising his eyebrows at one scientist
"No." Dr Salys said sharply
Sloane scratched her ear, surely there had to be more to this than meets the eye.
"We have a patient with us now in fact." Said Dr Salys, nodding at a security guard.
The guard opened the door to the back rooms. Every reporter held his/her breath, cameras ready and pens poised. In walked a man of about 38, he waved at the journalists quite freely as he walked up to the head table, seating himself between Dr Salys and Mayor Tzchetko.
Suddenly camera's were flashing and questions were flying from the mouth of every reporter.
The man cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone
"My name is Terry Osk and I chose to take the drug trial because I have a history of Alzheimers in my family." He said
5:58 pm
Toward the end on the conference Sloane began to notice that Terry Osk was growing paler in complexion, he was speaking less and beads of sweat were forming on his brow. She looked down at her notes, so far she had learnt that the drug was taken through a procedure in which the needle enters the brain however the scientists has refused to talk about the properties of the drug itself. It hadn't seemed suspicious up until now, apparently there were no side effects although Terry Osk was growing sicker by the minute. Out of nowhere a bang made Sloane jump, she looked up to see Mr Osk with his head down on the table.
"Is he ok?" She said worriedly to the scientists, none of whom began to reassure the crowd.
Mr Salys immediately got up and left through the back rooms, security following him. The second scientist stood up but did not leave. Instead he just stared at Mr Osk with grave apprehension all over his face. The third scientist was walking around the back of the table to leave when Mr Osk lifted his head.
Sloane screamed.
6:07 pm
The third scientist's body hung over the edge of the table. The second scientist was too busy taking a bite out of Mayor Tzchetko's shoulder to notice. There were people screaming and there was blood everywhere.
Sloane ran down the back corridor, trying desperately to shake the horrific images from her mind. The eyes, blood red. It wasn't cannibalism, she thought, because although there was biting there was no eating of the flesh. It was more like uncontrollable rage, they were biting and punching. She drew in a deep breath remembering how Mr Osk, or the person who was Mr Osk, had pushed his fingers into a scientist's eyes and how the blood from the camera man in front of her's slashed neck had spattered onto her jacket.
Capital News Headquarters, Capital Jazriek City, Suzannyah
Time Unknown
The transmission went out to all of Suzannyah, it was fuzzy but the screams ran clear.
"INFECTION!" the anchorman shouted, "Oh God... They're here..."
The screen didn't go black, everybody saw it. A woman with red eyes and blood stained hands ran at the anchorman. A badge dropped from the top pocket of her suit, the screams ran clear until broken by death.
The camera fell to the ground, people in their homes could see the badge now. Blood covered the picture, but the name was clear. Sloane Roughet.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rules of Infection:
-Spread through blood and saliva
-The initial time from the infection to rage is minimum 3 minutes, maximum 1 hour
-Infected can only be killed through blows to the head or decapitation
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Above the city
The two fighters streaked across the cloudless sky to rendezvous with the Kagetorian Carrier Akagi. They had flown for hours, and the pilots were extremely bored.
"Hey Kenkon, how you doing?" said the front pilot, Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida.
"Fine here. Fuel is starting to get low." replied his wingman, Sgt. Kenkon Kama.
"I know. Good thing the governments created the agreement that all military between our nations could refuel."
Over the radio came the Akagi.
"Come in Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142. Repeat, come in Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142, over." said the radio
"This is Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142, I read you, over." said Ziyo
"Very good. The government wants you to land. We have received recent, disturbing images from your area. We want you to investigate, over."
"Why us? Don't you have military or KIA (Kagetorian Intelligence Agency lol) in the area, over."
"Unfortunately no. You are our closest military presence, over."
"Very well, over and out."
The pair of fighters changed course and flew toward the nearest military airport, where they moved through the red tape and landed.