BREACH
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EMERGENCY EMERGENCY ERROR CODE 738 NUMBERS -- [6301] [8245] AND [9402] HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF CONTAINMENT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, LOCK DOWN CONFIRMATION BEGINS NOW. Well, this is an interesting outcome of a horrid plan isn't it? Couple of kids get yanked out of their homes by some government people and they end up getting ripped apart and put back together piece by piece. A certain lab in a certain containment unit known by only the facility itself, BREACH. The scientists, guards, and any others all know whats going down in that hell hole. Experimenting what should not be even thought of. And it all got messed up. A few kids got mixed with an animal or two, some arachnids, and plenty of other crap. And of course, they aren't completely sane anymore. Now that they got out of where they're locked up. They have a few bones to pick with their mutators. They got in, can't get out. But according to them, if they cant get out. Whoever isn't like them, doesn't either.
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Six teenagers. Genetically engineered. Organically weaponized. Publicly declared heroes, and privately ticking time bombs. The walking-talking equivalent of a biohazard weapon. The kind that reeks of sweat and streetlights and the unindominatable human spirit. The kind they wished they knew how to break. You see, they weren't born. Because life isn't as easy as crawling out of a womb anymore, with blood and serum and the warm exhale of a mother's love. No, it was far 'easier' than that. They were built - piece by piece, chemical after chemical, atom to atom - where scientists preferred fighting on which new type of atomic ray to experiment with next rather than the freaking Geneva Convention. Because, inside Helix Labs, lay the wasteland of glass and live wires and the unmistakable smell of a brand new, bioweapon. Was that a newborn cursed with a modified brain, heart, or muscle? Or did they prefer kidney, lungs or bone? No. Why? Because they weren't born...they were crafted, congealed, and set on a path of righteous fury. They were never given a choice, only the cold looming shadow of a power far greater than them when they decided to condemn the evolutionary design and man handled into existence their own path of 'heroism'. Now, these walking anomalies patrol the glass and grime skyline of Haem city, a place where chrome and corruption reek havoc side by side. Where sin and silicon are separated by a gap of letters and not materialistic gain. The mutagens call themselves saviours, the Authority calls them property and the villains refer to them as misguided. They were made to serve humanity, when they were never humans themselves. Welcome to the future, it's much colder than you think.

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