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| Fixitt | Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:43 pm Post #1 |
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Fixitt grunted in pain, the infection had finally overcome all of his counter measures. Fixitt groaned in pain as he spoke aloud to himself, "Corruption rate is at a hundred and twenty percent conversion rate. Much harsher than I thought, it hurts so much... my arms and legs won't move anymore." He was inside a house, the doors were open, two infected were waiting outside. They weren't waiting for Fixitt to die, he was going to turn into one of them... so why wait? They could take his parts for their own, but instead they waited. Fixitt could feel terror gripping his heart as he came to a realization, he was going to become a Hive Mind. His will was strong, his prosthetics strong, his body was in good shape, he would end up the strongest infected Hive Mind. He would have no easily exploitable flaw, magic resistance, defense, range, melee proficiency, his infected form would tip the scale of the plague... and the plague would win. Fixitt growled and looked at the table next to him, it was a node he had programmed the day before, it was filled with new commands, a new cure had he concocted. But it could only be used on someone after they had started to turn into an infected... and Fixitt was at this stage. Fixitt had only one hope left... he took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I need help!" He kept on shouting help, hoping someone would kill the two infected, which were now moving in, intent on silencing him until he turned. Fixitt needed someone, anyone to help him, and attach that node to his arm. He would either die or turn into an infected... the cure would either purge his soul from his body, or purge the virus, now it was time for luck to decide his path. |
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