Dr.G
About me
Meth was my background. I have devoted 17 years of my life improving its quality.
As times have changed and the world has become more violent, my bosses had been demanding new developments and inventions.
The simple request of "super soldiers". I can't make drugs with that potential. My drugs are pure and because of that subjects
could continue after critical hits. The only problem was the hangover. After losing my last 200 subjects, I was ready to be executed.
Now I'm here and my bosses aren't. I work with Faucini, a world-renowned chemist who is said to be trying to cure the world of all ills.
That's crazy. We are the plague, there is only one cure. My animals agree with me, they know what we are.
What we have done to this place. I've learned my lesson. I almost died that day.
If it wasn't for the green fur, they would have caught me. That fucking bite actually helped me. Now I'll return the favor.
For now, I am useful here, the purity of my drugs surpasses the quality they have.
They don't know my only goal is to return a favor to that damn raccoon.
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The Current Project
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The (untested pill) is an experiment whose results were a failure, Due to the variety of mutations, it has been discontinued and fortunately I am keeping the last ones.
Side Project
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The (parasitic mutagen) is a mutation that must be delivered through the Spine. Once the parasite is in the body, transformation uses genetic configuration to mutate its host. The strong get stronger.
Other Notes
@ As the list of test subjects grows, the lab will start experiments and the results and examples will be attached or the link displayed here.
@ i will soon explain the condition of my skin, and my origins
The Grey
Ever since I saw that guy in the basement, I've been scared for my life.
They say he hasn't been there for more than a few months. Just waiting until someone comes looking for him.
The old Warden told me he was here when he first signed up as a guard 47 years ago. I haven't seen him since.
Yesterday when I was drawing blood from his foot, I heard his voice. He looked human. That wasn't the scary part.
He shared with me the reason why Fauccini tries to "save the world".
Sharing this information here could be useless and cause my mission to fail, so i will keep it with me for now.
I have to arrange things now. He promised the best weapon ever created.
An American revolver and Russian technology were the mother and father for the beauty.
While his laughter hurt, he said " Funny the greatest life form was created,
and it will be destroyed by the thirst to look down on this small world.