The Voyage

The Voyage

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I am Gustav Drennen and I am the Second in Command of the S.S. Columbia accompanied by Captain Ronald J. Benton, Catrinna Tompsan, General Leo Ismay and Helton H. Halke our engineer and we are the unlucky souls aboard this vessel who didn't get infected with the cycological enraging plaque in The World. The voyage was suppose to be a sightseeing trip from NewOrleans to Paris with no problems. But the voyage should not have worried us, it was when we docked. What we didn't know was while we were at see for a month a lot would happen. In Europe a scientist had found a strain of plaque he named "The Toxic" which had three stages. First, your body would fever and sickness. Second, you would spit black liquid from your mouth. Third, your mind would be driven to crave flesh and black liquid would flow from eyes, nose, and ears. It is a very contagieus and will ravish your body and we were lucky enough to go were it started.
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