Watching the world End
- LETTURE 82
- Voti 2
- Parti 3
I am one of the experiments of R 033. It was suppose to give people the power to defeat the outsiders. They are people from a different galaxy trying to eradicate our race. Recently we found a liquid called Zychrosseract. Scientist discover that if we come in contact with this we have the ability to exceed all scientific limits. basically the zyroides mix with our DNA making are bodies faster, stonger,and smarter. Everybody reacts to the zyroides diffrently, some people can even gain magical abilities. that's where I come in. I am one of the 5 remaining zyraimians. Sadly our bodies aren't use to this chemical. Our bodies start breaking down. first you lose your eyesight, then your hearing, your ability to walk until there nothing but the little screams in our head. Its a race to insanity. there's always a price for power.
War broke out when the government found the first immune to the side effects. Our blood is so precious even other worlds came to seek it. luckily, we all found a hidden place where we were welcome. Space, famous scientist experimented our bodies for the exchanged of our safety. I was only a infant when this happened. the other ranged around 4 and 7. Its now 3348 and war breaks out again after finding our secret. force to go out against the world, we again seek our haven. Will we be welcome in the real world or forced to fight. either way there's going to be some ass kicking.
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