Letters to the Scientists

[Syrcaid]

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Dear Scientist,
Long ago I was under the employment of a certain Johnny K Gambino. I was one of G-Corp's earliest bioengineers. I left the facility way before its untimely demise and took with me some equipment. Little did I know they've become practically sacred artifacts to some. I am leaving this place for good, so before I move along I will be sending along some of my old things.

 

[Syrcaid]

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Dear Scientist,
Hybridized Grunnies used to be a thing of fairy tales when we first started experimenting. Before I left, they were barely but a string of equations and various formulae pinned, tacked, and taped to the largest chalk board you'd ever seen in your life. It was part of a much larger plan, but it was so new it hadn't even a code name. I looked on the news station one day and to my dismay I saw that old board within the rubble. It was barely recognizable, burnt slate and its charred wood frame must have splintered away.

 

[Syrcaid]

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Dear Scientist,
These boxes must be starting to become bothersome for you and your volunteers. I promise you there won't be much more. I'd like to tell you why I left G-Corp early and rather unexpectedly. It was, shall we say, a mixed blessing that I contracted lycanthropy. Too many wild office parties, I suppose, ha ha. It was hard to tell who was really the monster after a time.

 

[Syrcaid]

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Dear Scientist,
This will be the last box. I would just like to part with you now saying that all I had ever wanted was to create new creatures. Perhaps Johnny K exploited this want. He was, as we've all come to find, the epitome of Greed itself. He used us all, but many of us were glad for the chance. A lab with what seemed near infinite funding was too good to pass up. We got careless and for that I'm sorry.