Gene Wars: Aftermath
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				Title: <strong>Gene Wars: Aftermath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 04:15:20</strong>
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				For many years, the corrupt American Government and its Allies, had been forcing unjust policies upon other Governments and their own people. In the year 2012, However, several Governments joined together determined to fight back and free themselves from what they saw as a growing Empire. Fueled by anger, religious fervor, or a simple wish to manage their own affairs and not pay tribute to a One World Government, they pooled their resources and built an army of massive scale and advanced training. Calling themselves the Global Resistance Army they attacked the soldiers that occupied their lands. In response the US military unleashed Project BlackBook, upon their enemies unsuspecting populace. Civilians and soldiers alike were killed. No one was spared. Overnight the worlds population was reduced by one third, leaving the earth scorched and devoid of life in the wake of its devastating power. Most of the worlds Media hailed the event as a victory, a Masterstoke that would herald in a new reign of peace and prosperity; not just for America but for all remaining global citizens. Questions remained unanswered, however. Questions like; How was such a victory possible, without a single atomic weapon being used? What did Operation Blackbook consist of? Why had not a single Allied Soldier been reported injured or killed in what was, clearly, a massive military strike? Had The military unleashed a new biological weapon of untold power upon the world? The Government refused to answer. They would only say that BlackBook was a highly classified new advanced multi-weapons system, nothing more. <br><br>Six months later, a cable access news station uncovered the truth. It was far worse then anyone had dare imagine. BlackBook wasn't a new type of missile, or even a deadly biological agent. It was the culmination of years of secret and illegal experimentation on humans and their genetic codes. The strike force that had been sent to decimate the GRA, had consisted entirely of clones, genetically altered soldiers, animal-human hybrids, and cyborgs. What was worse many of them had been Americas own citizens, snatched off the streets and horribly transformed. The results of this revelation was pure anarchy. Riots and attacks on military installations by the citizens occurred in every major city in the world. Some called this World War Three, others The First World Revolution, but to most it was referred to as simply the Gene War. The Gene War spanned centuries. Neither side gave any quarter and so the war continuously escalated. Both sides entirely consumed by the need to win, no matter the cost. The world sank into ruin. It's environments reduced to a mere shell of what they once were. Large deserts, toxic swamps, and radioactive badlands stretched across the globe. By the time the war was over androids, sentient war machines, mutants, and worse roamed the landscape, bringing the human species, as we know it, to the brink of extinction.<br><br>Now in the Year 2512, the war has been over for almost 200 years. The once powerful governments, much like the cities they lorded over, have fallen into ruins. Survivors, scattered across the various continents, are cut off from each other and gathered in groups and tribes It is a world where only the strong and quick witted survive. There are those, however, that still dream of power and of the glories of war. As if in answer to this once more emerging threat, something beneath the surface of the Midwestern Desert is stirring. Something, that makes its home among the ruins of a base long forgotten. A base that dreams of the joys of battles and the unending screams of war. Underground they wake from the thousands of cryogenic pods inside a vast and mysterious complex both, familiar and alien. Awaking suddenly from the icy grip that brought oblivion they remember nothing. How they came to be in this dark crumbling place, what their purpose is or even. Only that they are needed. While outside the denizens that claim this overshadowed place as their own, shiver suddenly with a chill that freezes their blood despite the stifling heat. They know something is coming, but what, is yet to be seen. Only one thing is for sure..... the world will never be the same. <br><br>Thus, begins the Aftermath of the Gene War......... <br><br><br><strong>Level M, Sector 6:</strong> It was the screams that awoke him. Screams that seemed to drowned out his own. He had felt this before he knew but never at this level it was the screams of the newly dead and they filled his head to near bursting as his eyes flickered open, desperately trying to make sense of what he saw in front of him. It was a frosted over glass window. He began to thrash around trying to move but, his arms were pinned at his sides and he couldn't get any leverage from here. He called out with both his mind and a voice weakened by disuse. "Help me. Please someone help me! Get me out of here!!!!!" Almost instantly there was a heavy thumping on the glass. <strong>BANG! BANG! BANG!CRASH!!!</strong> Strong arms lifted his body tearing several tubes and needles from his arms, legs and back. Tenderly they pulled him from the broken glass and metal cage. <em>No not a cage.....a cyro chamber of some sort. I was in stasis. </em>,he thought as he laid on the cool concrete of a mostly darkened facility looking into the dead white eyes of the rotted corpse that had saved him. Slowly the screams in his head were slowly replaced by hundreds, or was it thousands, of voices. All saying the same thing <strong><em>We are here Master, how may we serve?</em></strong> Slowly he pulled himself off the floor, taking in the shambling horrors that moved within the dark. "Am I doing this?," He whispered. <strong><em> Yesssss </em> </strong> came the answer from his minions. <em><strong> Leaad ussss</strong></em> He was amazed.<em> How has this happened? How did he get here? for that matter who was he?</em> Once more he looked around this time catching a single word etched across the broken container they had pulled him from LEGION. He smiled, a sudden blueish glow emanating from the runes carved across his body lighting up his face as he spoke to his new followers. "Go my minions, find me any others that have survived and bring them to me. My name is Legion, for we are many and none shall escape our power."<br><br><strong>Western Mage Tower:</strong> The First gasped as he came out of his trance. The vision had been stronger than any he had remembered since his appointment as First. Whoever the shadowy man with the glowing glyphs had been, he represented a massive power and a clear threat if left unchecked. Lightly stepping over his still sleeping concubines and threw on his robes of office. This called for an immediate meeting of&nbsp; the inner circle. Mathius threw the door open and rushed down the hall his old bones creaking a bit as he ran. It wasn't long before he found one of the common Mages. "You, summon the Second and Third. Tell them to meet me in the scrying chamber immediately. Tell no one else." This meant of course that in the course of 15 minutes the whole tower was a buzz in rumors concerning the late night councils purpose. In the end only the Third, Galon ,emerged from the chamber to address those gathered. "Is the one called Anya here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gene Wars: Aftermath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 01:19:50</strong>
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				Anya, who hadn't been really expecting to hear her name called was somewhat startled when just that happened, especially given the active atmosphere present in the tower.&nbsp; "Huh?" she perked up and looked around, "Uhmm...that's me...wha...what do you want?" she chuckled with a nervousness that showed her uncertainty as to the situation, a feeling probably not uncommon in the towers currently.
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 08:58:28</strong>
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				<strong>Western Mage Tower:</strong> The Thirds hand lit up with energy as he moved through the crowd to deliver a hard slap, sending the insolent Mage to the floor. The blow made even more powerful by the energy that crackled through the huge black mans body. <br><br>"What do you Want?! Stupid girl. You have been summoned! Do not waste my time with questions. The inner circle has called, you will obey." <br><br>Galen picked the girl up in one hand by her golden locks attaching a heavy chain leash to the simple black collar at her throat, a reminder of her Common Mage status. Wrapping the leash around one still slightly glowing hand Galen dropped the girl in a heap and began pulling her forward. <em>I will drag the little bimbo if I have too,</em> The Third Thought as he moved towards the door. <br><br>"Now, you little Cum Dumpster," he growled over his shoulder, "Get your white ass through that door, Before I tell The First you are unworthy of his time!"
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 16:58:14</strong>
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				Anya could do little but cower and collapse as Galen took control of her, as she was dragged though the tower she tried to catch her footing, her black platform pumps scuffling and kicking about.&nbsp; She also tried to catch her breath!&nbsp; Finally there, she looked at the door with a worried expression upon her face, she had not said a word the whole trip and as she looked to Galen decided now wouldn't be a good time to do so either.&nbsp; With a gulp, the blonde mage went into the chamber, nervously.
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 20:00:08</strong>
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				<strong>The Inner Sanctum Of The Western MageLords:</strong> The Inner Sanctum stood in the central most section of the tower. Built on a massive scale that easily could have accommodated the whole of the circle comfortably, it was only used by The Three. To come here unannounced or uninvited meant death, a slow and painful one at that. The walls were lined with ancient books, strange creatures and plants in jars, and arcane equipment used in experiments that most outside the tower would go mad contemplating. At the far end sat the thrones of The Three. It was here that Galen dragged the still whimpering girl. A wave of his hand and a few words secured her to the floor, kneeling before her masters. <br><br>Mathius, The white haired First, his blue eyes intensely sizing up the girl before him, as if trying to decide if he had made a mistake. Astrid, The leatherclad Second, whose body was twisted into a terrible beauty by her constant use of her shape shifting powers and lastly, Galen. A master of the Bio-feedback and energy manipulation, the brutal Third who loved to make the common Mages suffer under his rough hands. Galen smiled wickedly as he took his place to the right of Mathius. <br><br>"do you know why you have been summoned here, child?" Astrid purred under her black leather mask, absentmindedly stroking her exposed breasts with an grotesquely long fingered hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 20:04:26</strong>
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				Looking around the room, Anya's fear only increases.&nbsp; This was not good.&nbsp; She looked to the three of them and then meagerly shook her head as they asked their question, her blonde hair tossing about as she did so.&nbsp; Still, she didn't want to speak, at least not as long as Galen was still present!
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 01:28:51</strong>
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				<strong>The Inner Sanctum Of The Western MageLords:</strong> Astrid moved from her throne. Its surface seemed to be made of painted leather but Anya knew as did every other member of the tower that it was in fact covered in the stitched together skins of several of Astrids former enemies, Their Glyph tattoed hides giving the chair its painted appearance. The clop, clomp of The Magelords pony boots brought her within inches of the girl. Smiling behind her tight fitting hood Astrid looked down at the scantily clad girls chained form for a moment, considering her through mismatched eyes. <br><br>"Now dearheart," She spoke to the girl in the same soothing tones a hunter does when trying calm a wounded animal before the killing stroke.&nbsp; "No reason for you to be afraid, yet. Speak up so we can all hear you. Lets see if that voice of yours is as pretty as the flesh that houses it , shall we?" <br><br>She waited for a moment for the obligatory response before she continued, this time walking as she spoke. Her Long fingers stroking Anya lightly, intimately, as she moved. Astrid stride was confident and unbroken no matter where she touched and inspected the prone mage, because Astrid never bent or stooped. She had no need to, for her hands were long enough to reach her easily, even in the girls low position. A Fact, that The Second knew caused many to shudder under her ministrations with as much horror as pleasure.<br><br>"Oh Good it does match. How lovely" She cooed when Anya spoke, before going on in the much harsher tones of a school mistress or dog trainer, "Now as you have probably guessed we have need of your services and as we know you wouldn't dare refuse us, we called you before us to give you some minor details before you left. The First has had a vision. A vision of a man covered in scarred Glyphs of an ancient language. He lies somewhere to the North East of us. Find him. Bring him to us. Simple enough, my child..... or do you require more of our attention?" <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 04:12:47</strong>
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				"A...a man?&nbsp; He has alot of glyphs on him...I wanna make sure I... she looked nervously at Galen and then back to Astrid, "I wanna make sure I get the right one so anything else you can tell me about him will help of course..." Already she was on edge, it was hard for her to work with such pressure mounting!&nbsp; She ran a hand though her own platinum hair with a nervous giggle.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 05:17:30</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>CryoPod #321124 Level L Section 5 – “Dante.”</strong></span>[/b]<br><br><em>”…FUCK OFF ME.”</em> The words came out of his mouth before his eyes opened; moving his hand it touched something solid and cold. His eyelids fluttered open, everything was blurry: it took a few seconds for him to see properly. <br><br><strong>CYROPOD NUMBER 321124 OPEN</strong> The computer voice spoke as the door opened slowly. <br><br>Pushing the door forward his muscles aching as he took his first step out of the pod. Something cold touched his chest as he moved; looking down it was a small piece of metal on a chain around his neck. Looking at it, it had one word etched into the cold, hard surface.<em>“Dante.”</em> he said reading it slowly, frowning slightly it was a word, but one that made sense.&nbsp; His hand went to his black hair pushing it back slowly, looking round the room there were several other pods, all broken and open. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 05:20:56</strong>
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				<strong>Level K - Section 4</strong><br><br><em>Marvins eyes are shut tight, he is sleeping, he is dreaming. The blurring mist of his dreams are vast, encompassing, it spreads out over everything, and everything out of focus is slowly consumed by it. A man dressed in white comes walking through the mist, past a screen, where signs of life readouts and anatomic mappings are shifting and collating. The man, old and crooked, in military uniform, moves towards what looks like an old, rusty and slightly damaged cryogenic tube. Inside the cryogenic tube, lies Marvin, encased in a clear gel. Tubes and cables are slowly being attached to him. The instrument suddenly shows a jolt in heart rate, and the old man looks down at&nbsp; Marvin inside the cryogenic tube. <strong>"I'm sorry, but I need you awake now."</strong> A second jolt scatters the dream, and Marvin slowly opens his eyes, they seem dark, staring straight ahead into the ceiling in a state of near catatonia.</em><br><br>The coolness of the air brings him to full awareness in half a minute or so, and he reacts to the sounds of people moving around somewhere near him. He remains still for a&nbsp; while, listening and waiting, then he lifts his hands, and starts climbing out of his tube. <strong>“What the hell is going on here?”</strong> Marvin mutters to himself with a low voice, careful not to alert too many people in the strange warehouse-like room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 10:49:57</strong>
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				<strong> Level K- Section 8 </strong><br><br>He smiled as he looked around the beach, his body relaxing under the warm sun as the water lapped softly at his legs. He loved this place, it was so relaxing. He was always curious why so few people came here, but he loved the solitude. He shut his eyes, stretching out, then his eyes flew open as he heard a dull buzzing noise and a loud hiss. His eyes scanned the area and saw nothing. He looked up at the sun and stared at it in shock. It was red...and was it moving? What the hell is that alarm sound...What is going on?<br><br>His eyes fly open and he looks from his tube. He sighs as he pushes the door open, shuddering as he notes the large slab of concrete in front of his, and half the glass missing from his own tube. He looks around, trying to get a feel for his current situation, trying to remember where he was. He sees machinery like his all throughout this massive room, other tubes all over. He can see some have been destroyed like his... and it appears maybe some others like him got out. He turns to his tube and seems a crude name carved into the side front, Draco. That must be his name. As his eyes scan the room, they fall on the main computer. His hands start to move at his side as he imagines how he can fix, barely aware of the fact that he has no idea where he is or what he is doing. He compulsively moves to the main computer in the room, blowing off the layer of dust and doing his best to get it in working in condition to figure out what was going on.
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:35:58</strong>
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				<strong>Inner Sanctum of The Western Magelords:</strong> It was Mathius that answered her, his voice sounding like it came from far away like that of a man still caught in a dream. "The Man you seek controls those that have passed on. He makes walk those that like him, should be long at rest. He shall be an ally to us or our downfall. There is no other way. He comes from the ruins to make the world a ruin before him. He is many and he is one." Galen and Astrid looked up at the first momentarily forgetting their own distractions, for both of them knew this was not their First that spoke, but his power. Galen growled in response, fixing the girl with cold eyes. "You see now why this is important?! No more talking. Go... now!" The Third said as he impatiently waved one large black hand, releasing Anya from her chains.<br><br><strong>Level M Sector 6:</strong> Legion immediately sensed the others as they awoke. His eyes glazed over as he began to see other scenes in front of him. Three men, all of dark hair, and some form of strange lizard man with tribal markings moved somewhere above him. <em>How am I doing this?</em> Legion thought still lost in the cacophony of voices that surrounded him. <strong><em>We are your eyes as well as your armsss Masssster. What we see, soo shall you.</em></strong> Legion Pushed himself up off the floor sitting cross legged to better loose himself in his new sight. <em>"and can you talk as I might as well?</em> <strong><em>No my lord for our vooices were ssstolen in the shadowlands you woke usss from.</em></strong> "Very well, bring them to me then. I would speak to the others." As one his minions moved to obey. Simultaneously moving on every floor towards those newly awakened. <br><br><strong>Level B Ruined Ground Floor of Black Book Alpha:</strong> Blanc shimmered back into the visible range and continued his work on the generator he had been unhooking, when the alarm that startled him had gone off. "Blasted Alarms I is only taken a fracken Battery. Got to get this thing loaded quick 'for anything nasty finds me here. Dads or any of the Greyscales finds me here I'll be skinned like a Brox and made into a new sandtrap for dads tent." <strong>Shuffle...Shuffle...Bang.....BanG</strong> "What in the name of the Old Ones was that?!" Blanc shrieked pulling his Ax'lath. His scales shifted in a dance of patterns nervously as he eyed the stairs where the noise had come from. <em>please, oh please, let it be something i can cut or whap......I don't want to be eated by ghosts!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:40:08</strong>
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				Slowly Anya got up.&nbsp; She really had no idea what the hell that old coot was talking about.&nbsp; "One and all?&nbsp; Huh?" she mumbled to herself as she strode though the hallways of the Inner Sanctum and back out to the common areas of the Mage tower.&nbsp; Either way, clueless or not, Anya gathered what she thought she might need, some clothes, some food, packed them in a a bag and headed out of the Mage Towers.&nbsp; First however she attempted to consult a map looking for the closest city or town one might encounter were they to travel northeast...
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 22:50:26</strong>
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				<strong>Level K - Section 4</strong><br><br>Marvin looks back into the tube that he climbed out from, and curse the gods for not leaving him even a blanket to wear.<em><strong> 'Who the hell put me in here?'</strong></em> he asks himself as he looks for something to wear. He then slowly starts moving through the warehouse-like room, slightly worried by the klaxon lights, and the reasons for the alarm. <em><strong>'What the hell happened here, and who are these people?'</strong></em> he whispers to himself as he halts at the first tube that seems to contain a struggler. He removes the thick layer of dust from the glass with his hands to see whats inside.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 01:07:20</strong>
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				<strong>Library, Western Mage Tower:</strong> Galen chuckled low in his throat as he came up behind Anya. Her ass in the air as she bent over the low table trying to pinpoint where it is she was supposed to go. The Third admired her for a minute longer before approaching, a thick digit stabbing at the map in a section of desert devoid of anything. <br>"This is where your going, bitch. Theres a ruin there the old man saw in his visions, says the whole damn worlds going to be looking for the place in the next week, soo..." <br>The Mage dropped his hood so she could see him better as he spoke, a sly cocky smile upon his face as he continued. <br>"looks like you better get that sweet ass of yours, moving." He emphasized the words with a hard slap across her exposed ass cheek. <br>"hmm on second thought I think you got time. Sides bout time someone taught you your place."<br>&nbsp;Galen laughed darkly as he grabbed the much smaller Mage by her golden locks and swept her legs out from under her. "On your knees Blondie!"<br><br><strong>Level M - Section 6:</strong> Legion gasped as his vision shifted just in time to see one of the men looking at him. <strong><em>No not me, one of my minions,</em></strong>the Necromancer corrected himself. He sank into the feeling of the new body realising that this one was stronger than the others, bigger somehow. With effort, Legion focused his eyes on the reflection from the window, momentarily forgetting the man on the other side of the glass. <br>"HOLY SHIT ITS NOT HUMAN! a minotaur?!" he screamed in suprise breaking the contact with the creature for a fraction of a second before calming himself and considering this new find.<br>&nbsp;<strong><em>hmmm this creature could be rather useful to me but first I must get him out of his prison.</em></strong> Letting go and he sank further into the minotaurs flesh until he could only feel the others as the faintest buzz in his mind. Flexing newly awakened arms, long dead and partially rotted with decay, he smashed his fist into the lid.....Once.....Twice... then..... a shift, a creak, and the rending of metal. <br><em><strong>We are free!!!</strong></em> Slowly the beast shrugged off the many tubes and stepped out of his metal and glass coffin. His massive head moving about in search of his prey, the human that had foolishly awoken his Masters notice. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 05:47:01</strong>
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				Anya was quite started as the finger appeared on the map and Galen seemed to materialize behind her.&nbsp; She instantly regretted putting herself in such a presenting and vulnerable position while looking at the map but she was always doing stuff like that to entice the other mages...in this case those wandering around on the top floors or the library...not Galen!&nbsp; But the plan backfired and now she found herself on her knees, the cold hard marble floor not an idea place to spend one's time in the library.&nbsp; Nervously, the blonde looked up at Galen with wide blue eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 09:39:42</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Level K - Section 4</strong></span><br><br>Marvin quickly retracts his hand from the tube, not really believing what he saw inside, but he snaps into reality as the glass shatters and something big and ugly emerges. The smell of rotting flesh, mixed with dust and sour cryogenic fluids makes him grimache in disgust. <strong>“Ugly monster coming through, stay clear.”</strong> He yells, alerting the others that are moving about in the area.<br><br>He is moving as fast as he can towards what he perceives as an exit, and tries to grab a blanket or similar to cover his naked body with.
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				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 00:23:06</strong>
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				He tries to boot up the computer, somewhere in his mind questioning why he thinks he can fix it.&nbsp; He keeps working until a loud sound hits his ears. It was something moving...something big. Couldn't be human...no, far too large. A&nbsp; creature of some sort? What was this place? He jumps up on top of the monitor, his eyes focusing on the door as he does so, trying to get a look at whatever was coming.
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				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 00:46:08</strong>
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				<strong>Library, Western Mage Tower:</strong> Galens thick digits pulled at the gold cord that tied his earth toned mage robes closed His grin spreading further as he watched several common mages stop whatever they were doing to take in the show that was about to begin. Galen had a certain..... reputation amongst the undermages and many of them were eager to see if the Third really lived up to his brutal rep. The robes came off easily showing off a body built for hard labor and harder punishments. Massive muscles rippled under polished mahogany skin. Arcane swirls in black and green covered his hands shoulders and legs, marking him as a Bio-Mage but, what really filled Anyas vision was the thickly veined cock that now rested against her pale cheek. "Open wide Bitch! Time you put that smart mouth of yours to good use."<br><br><strong>Level K - Section 4 moving towards Section 8:</strong> <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=62788.msg2946362#msg2946362">Quote from: Marvin on 17-04-2010, 09:39:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>“"Ugly monster coming through, stay clear."”</strong><br>&nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> The man screams as he runs from the Minotaur. Legion turns the elongated head toward the fleeing human smiling a bit to see he is not the only one to have woken up naked. easily he directs the creature in the after him, surprised at the half rotted beasts speed. <strong><em>This creature is fantastic! I shall catch him easily.</em></strong>&nbsp; <strong><em> I am not a Creeature Masssster, I am Minos! </em> </strong> Legion's consciousness shifts uncomfortably as he becomes aware of another in the body with him. Random images fill the necromancers mind as Minos personality grows.<br><br>....... A man with sandy hair in a soldiers olive drab uniform looking in a mirror........a night full of flashes of light, a bright explosion of white light and heat,.......... faces, that seem strangely familiar to Legion, looking down their hands covered in blood,.......... terrible amounts of pain,...... <br><br>Minos/Legion leans heavily against a door collecting thier thoughts after the onslaught of memories. None of which, Legion is fairly sure, are his. They instead belong to the monster he inhabits. They blink collectively, looking with confusion at the strange man with feather tattoos who sits perched atop a computer in front of them <strong><em> who the fuck are you?!! </em></strong> Legion tries to ask but all that comes out is a dry raspy bleat from the minotaurs dead throat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gene Wars: Aftermath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:49:03</strong>
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				His eyes flick to the strange creature. He watches it for a moment, then moves back to the computer. He didn't know what was going on, but some drive in him kept telling him to get this working and get information out of it. Looking at the large creature, his eyes start to scan the room, searching for any sort of weapon to arm himself with, lest anything else like it comes storming into the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gene Wars: Aftermath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 16:55:11</strong>
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				Without a moments hesitation Anya wrapped her full plump lips around the Mage's cock.&nbsp; She made sure to get herself into a position he would enjoy viewing, her plump bottom arched out and her platform heels sticking out underneath of it as she looked up at him with wide blue eyes and began to slide her head back and forth, his cock warmly nestled in her wet mouth.
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