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Whoever keyed the phrase “All is fair in love and war” was sick. Sicker than a leukemia patient with cancer roaring through their veins. Well, actually it doesn’t take much to be sicker than one of them in this day and age. Cancer can easily be taken care of with a little recoding, well, that is if you have the money. But that’s off topic, let’s get back to war. Yes it seems so dreadful glancing in history books, but experiencing it? It’s not that bad. You can get away with a lot more when people are desperate for solutions. What do I mean, you ask. You’ll find out soon enough. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you about the events that started in a little lab in Texas.
July 1st, 2743:
Imagine, silver light coats the long expanse of desert around a small, gray building. The air is still and dry from a long day baking in the summer heat. A light flips on in the midget of a building, its glow the only thing disrupting the pearly dust. This light was flipped on by a man. He stands alone in a room crowded with wires and screens. He briskly walks through a colossal archway into long, open hall. There appears to be nothing of interest here but a loud cry proves otherwise. The man rushes to a door at the end of the hallway and presses his face against a blue screen.
“Scanning…. Scanning… Processing” the electronic voice reports.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, HURRY UP YOU STUPID MACHINE!” the man shouts. This action seems too in no way speed up the machine, instead it seems to invigorate the screamer as the shouts and wails get louder.
“Excepted. Welcome back Doctor Lucress.” With a whirl and a ding the heavy metal doors open into large space. Most of the floor is covered in wires and machines except for the center. In the center of the room, strapped down to an operating table, a creature thrashes. It was once a human being. A Girl of 18 just entering into adulthood, but that was long ago. Long before the 5th warshaw pack started threatening nuclear warfare, long before the government stopped caring, long before this lab was built. How did she end up like this? Well to answer that we’ll need to go back to around this time 5 years ago…
June 19th, 2732:
Summer vacation had just begun for Hayla Burgen. She was hiking an old mountain road with her fiancé Deris. They had been walking for an hour or so and were starting to get tired.
“Oh Dery,” Hayla sung, “Can we take a break? Im starting to get REALLY thirsty”.
“Sure, hun. Why don’t we have our lunch up on that ledge?” Deris replied as he pointed up at a stack of boulders.
“Okay, works for me!” The two continued towards the mound with a spring in their step at the prospit of rest. As they walked, a strange sensation began to creep over Hayla. It started in her feet and ran a shock up her spine.
“De-Deris?” the world turned blank as the 18 year old slipped to the ground. Unfortunately, no one around was there to help her. Two men in white BIOHAZARD suits picked up her limp form and tied it to a stretcher. From then on, she was theirs.
Now you may ask, how did she transform into this hideous nightmare. The answer is simple, cancer. No not the type you hear your friends mom has, or the type you get cymo for. No, here, each colony of cancer cells are organized and completely intentional. When the war started, the US government wanted to be the one’s with a new type of weapon. Trillions of dollars were handed out to labs all over America to develop such a weapon. When this funding came to Houston, it was quickly taken by a group of stem cell researchers. Now I know what you’re going to say, stem cell research is illegal! Well not anymore. The 213th amendment made it legal. Anyways, these people, they had an idea. Sure it may seem simple, but it worked. They spent months looking through works of science fiction and fantasy to find a creature to model their experiments after. Whilst searching through old world wide web archives, one of the younger of the team found an apex predator. A deadly beast that shared human intelligence that could be produced for a human. He found trolls.