Scientist RP

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Scientist RP

Scientist RP

You are a scientist. You were experimenting, and something went horribly wrong.

But that was years ago. You were young, and only a tweenager apprentice scientist.

Despite that, the memory of your failure and how it affected the lives of those around you still haunts you... And so does your failed experiment.

Name:

Gender:

Appearence:

Personality:

What were you trying to acheive:

What was the result of your failure:

*Note: This is my RP with a Christian mindset that I've been planning for a while. Thank you.

 

submitted by Rogue Wildling
(October 19, 2018 - 8:58 pm)

I guess that we're starting now so....

{START TRANSMISSION}

March, 25, 20XX:

I now that I'm not the only one out there. I mean, there must be other people. I can't be the only one who has found a way to keep my creation at bay, at least, temporarily.  There has to be, or else the Internet would have stopped working. Well, if anything, thats a good thing. Maybe my... uh... creation- ya know what, I'll call it Parasite Z-A-21. Or Parasite Z for short. Anyway all that I can really say to anyone out there is that, well.... I shucked up. Royally. Part of me just wishes that this is a game, but I know full well that it isn't. The image that is attatched should provide anyone with a good estimation of what's eventually going to happen to all animals, not plants for some reason; at least, for now.

{END TRANSMISSION} 

As I logged of of the computer, I sat at my desk, with a radio nearby. While I was writing formulas to combat Parasite Z, I grew increasingly aware that the world outside was slowly dying. First the animals and any poor souls caught outside during the initial infection. Now, the people hiding. The Parasite has recently taken a new form, resembling something like crabs. Except that they're white. almost like cartoon ghosts.

{FIVE MONTHS LATER}

Well... I guess that I'm about to die in my lab. I ran out of painkillers 2 months ago. One touch from the crabbies and I'm deadzo in an hour.To quote Frank Sinatra,"I faced It all, and I stood tall, and did it my Way"  I go to the draw in which I had a laser gun. I'm not going to die as brown mush. The crabs started to close in.

Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, I hear a cry for help. Judging, from the pitch and tone of the scream, it was an adolescent female roughly about my age. The next thing that happened was equally as bizzare as the scream. Above my head, a wormhole opened. A WORMHOLE THAT LOOKED LIKE THE ONES FROM DR. STRANGE. And naturally, I was sucked into it. Just my luck. Now the Parasite is going to infect another dimension. MARVELOUS. But the strange thing is, only I was sucked in. My laser gun even fell through my hand, as if it wasn't even there. Then, I fainted.

When I came to, I wasn't dead so that's a good sign, and I was in a lab. Quickly I scrambled around to look for chemicals I could use to make a synthetic painkiller. luckily there was enough chemicals to make it and the painkillers were powerful enough to make the parasite within me dormant. after that ordeal I calmly surveyed my surroundings more closely.

For starters strange beings were staring at me, my mess made in the mad scramble to save my own life, and a young woman who look like she was recenlty electricuted also staring at me.

Stupidly, I said "What?"

The beings responded by crowding behind the woman, and the woman replied, "who are you???", to which I responded with, "I could say the same thing about you. Who Are You????" 

"I'm North, and um... you are?"

"Bravo-"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No, Bravo is my last name. I'm Nicholas Bravo."

"Well... nice to meet you, but uh... Why did mess up my lab?"

"To make Painkillers."

"WHY?!?"

"Because I need them."

"Are you a drug addict?"

"No, its' just that I need them or else I would have died at least 5 minutes ago." 

"Why?"

{TO BE CONTINUED}

PS, sorry if thats not the way you wanted it to play out Rouge.

submitted by The Artistic Misfit, age 15
(November 13, 2018 - 9:02 am)

I have made some adjustments to Camren, he remembers what he does while inhabited by the creature but he can't control himself when it takes the lead. He attempts to keep calm in most situations but ends up just making people think he's really stressed out, which he is, but they think that it's driving him insane.

~~~

I open my eyes to another bloody massacre and a painful headache. Again. I sigh and feel the contents of my stomach start to swirl dangerously. I make a small noise and rush to the bathroom, depositing whatever- whoever I just ate in a bloody pile in the toilet. I rest my forehead against the rim and breathe. In. Out. 

"Wasn't that fun?" Cyan croaks in my mind, the grating sound in my ears makes me want to scream, cry, do something but I can't. I can't move as I feel him slither out of my back, turning me to look at him. In. Out. In-

"Oh don't worry" he coos as he strokes my cheek and I flinch away. "They started the fight, I only finished it."

I feel lightheaded as I shoot up and whirl around to face the parasite that is slowly killing me. "You MURDERED them. They were my ASSISTANTS, they were CHILDREN." I yell, Cyan only chuckles, in response.

Then he ducks inside me just as a portal opens and we are sucked inside of it. I fly across the room and crash into a table, Cyan taking much of the impact but not all of it. I feel my shoulder dislocate as I crash to the floor. A girl yelps but I don't care, not as I lurch into a sitting position and my shoulder goes back into its normal position with a crack, Cyan had enough sense to dull the pain but I still feel it. I stand up and survey my surroundings with a tired and weary eye.

~~~

Aaaand, done! 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(November 13, 2018 - 3:03 pm)

Ehehee you guys are all playing it perfectlyyy I so happyyy

submitted by Rogue Wildling
(November 13, 2018 - 10:08 pm)

Okay 1.) I'm pleased that this is all going according to plan. 2.) I control the story now fellow introverts and will now assert my dominance. Nothing can stop me.

"Okay, so you made a parasite thing, and you're infected with it?"

"Unfortunatly, yes."

"And you have to take at least 1 dose of some kind of painkiller every hour or you will turn into a brown mush that will spread and infect the rest of this Earth?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, a worm hole similar to the one I arrived in appeared. Except the person the came through was flung across the room where all my painkiller supplies were. Excellent. I release a dissapointed groan as North screetches. The guy slowly gets up and says, "Who are you?"

~

Hope its still going to plan. 

submitted by The Artistic Misfit, age 15
(November 14, 2018 - 7:34 am)
submitted by Wildtop
(November 17, 2018 - 2:11 am)
submitted by Top
(November 17, 2018 - 5:48 pm)

Anna~

~~~~~~~

"Thank you," I gasp, "thankyouthankyouthankyou." The girl looks rather appalled.

"Uhm. You're welcome?"

I slow down and regain my composure. Play it cool, Kiemes.

"What's your name?" I ask politely. The girl relaxes slightly. 

"North." Interesting.

Bang. North yelps again as a sort of wormhole opens up and vomits up a guy with dirty blonde hair. He groans and immediately gets up and starts mixing together some chemicals that are strewn about North's lab. The wormhole opens up again and spits out another guy with blue hair who goes crashing into the first guy's concoction. He rolls his eyes. The second guy stands up and looks around blearily. 

As the first guy remakes his mixture and North's breathing gets back to normal, the blue haired guy asks, "Who are you?"

~~ 

 

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown
(November 18, 2018 - 5:02 pm)
submitted by Toppop, a cricket eating popcorn
(November 29, 2018 - 12:16 pm)