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A Halloween Party....a Halloween Costume Party. What the heck was going on here, people where being turned into animals, some half crazed. People being kidnapped from there daily life and brought here. And they where going to have a Halloween Party.

Gallen remembered his first meeting with Sabin, noting how odd the man was, now this invite which he held in his hand totally settled it, Sabin and most likely every one who worked for Feral on the island must be nuts....Oh God where was his sister....reading the invite again, he suddenly realized that if this was for everyone, that maybe his sister would be there and he finally get to see her...but he needed a costume....what to be, what to be?

he laid down on his bed, Drake had no sooner jumped up on the bed and knocked over a few of Gallen's books.

"Hey, Drake!! Be more careful when you want to pounce me" he laid there thinking as Drake curled up, resting on his stomach. "What would e a good Halloween costume?" he said out loud.. then it hit him. He nudged drake off his stomach and went to the intercom. "Let's hope they answer this time."

It did and soon Gallen placed his order. This costume he bet would be one of the most unique costumes to be seen at the party.

First Change

It was about five in the morning when Gallen began to feel sick. His body had started to ach the previous evening. Now his head felt hot, and his stomach gurgled and growled as he tossed and turned in the bed. He moaned as he rolled over again trying to ignore the fleeing. As minutes passed the aching only progressed until he finally got up and shuffled over to the bathroom. For about thirty minutes he sat in the moderate sized room, then he shuffled out turning the light off behind him. As he moved he felt his body shiver a little, had he left the A/C on too long he wondered.

To tired and sore to bother with checking he climbed back in bed and snuggled under the warm sheets, though the warmth seemed to not help as much. He shivered a little and tried to go back to sleep. Soon the alarm of his clock went off; it was now seven in the morning. As he opened his eyes all he could do was groan. His stomach still hurt and his body only felt colder. To make matters worse he nose felt damp and runny.

“awww man, did I catch something? Dumb doctor and his silly shot, seems to not keep yha form catching the flu.” He grumbled as he rolled over and turned the alarm off. He did not feel like getting up to go practice tai chi or work out. He just felt like laying there and felling sick. He slowly moved his hand to his forehead and touched it, only to be greeted by a cold and somewhat clammy hand.

He rolled over again and tried to sleep, maybe it was a 24 hour thing. He sighed as he stared over his stuff tossed over the floor trying to take his mind off the aches, pains and cold feeling.

For three more hours he did this tossing turning, staring at the ceiling, till he finally gave up trying to fall back to sleep and got up. He pulled on his pants and walked over to the rooms thermostat and turned it up. Soon he was wondering back to a chair , book in hand and sat down to read.

The reading helped him forget some of the aches, but as time moved on Gallen felt new and quite strange sensations. His ears started to feel funny, plugging and popping , distracting him off and on form his reading. His hands and feet felt more cold and clammy while his elbows, cheeks and forehead seemed to itch. He tried to ignore it , but they only got worse.

Then it hit him again, the stomach cramps. Gallen quickly got up and went into the bathroom again, as he flipped on the light he caught a gimps of his face. He did a double take as he saw what seemed to be fine peach fuzz with black spots forming at his hair line. He got closer to the mirror , ignoring the stomach pains as he gingerly touched at it. But was stopped as he saw the back of his hand. The skin had started to turn blue; he looked closely at one then the other, witnessing before his eyes small beads forming. His heart he could feel pounding, as his breath quickened. Oh dear god it was happening, what everyone had said would happen. He was changing. He stumbled out of the bathroom, heading to the intercom on his wall. As he started to press in the numbers, he felt a sharp pain shoot through him, causing him to bang into the wall. He groaned as he hit the numbers hoping he could get some one, anyone.

Anther hit of pain and he was on the floor, it felt as if someone was squeezing his lungs, he felt cold all over and watched helplessly as his finger nails thickened and lengthen. The palms of his hands felt swollen as they thickened in to callused pads. His ears popped more as cartilage and skin stretched. Light black fuzz forming ion the backs. The sides of his mouth darkened as did the inner corners of skin around his eyes. Soon he felt his nose start running more, as if the fluid was now running out of even the pours. His feet hurt causing him to look down as he took in deeper breaths trying to breath. He watched as the tops of his bare feet discolored, the nail thicken and finally get longer. He tried to let out a cry of pain, or a call for help, but he could not through the pain. All he could do was feel the pain and then sudden coldness. He shivered unaccountably as his body changed, fur forming on the sides of his neck, his nose finally turning pink. He had to get warm, with the last of his strength he started to crawl back into the bathroom. Something in him called for warm water, nice soothing warm water. He crawled into the room, across the cold tile floor to the tub. With one last bit of effort he pulled himself into the tube, leaning forward and turning the hot water nuzzle. It flowed out cold, but quickly went warm as he sat there in his clothes slowly drenching himself in what soon became nice soothing warm water. As he slide into the water, he felt the tight pain in his lung lessen, and the tugging and pulling fade. Yet still his body ached and his stomach hurt. He was hungry, but he did not want to leave the comfort of the warm bath.

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Gameing Tornament


Gallen signs up to join the gameing Tornament Aislinn has posted and Liamh has signed up for

It was Christmas Eve and Gallen was feeling anything but festive. This bothered him. He had ordered from the Labs a gift for Cody and had just discovered the gift Cody left for him, along with everyone else; the kid must have been busy for a few nights.

Gallen missed his sister, around this time 4 to 5 years ago they be decorating there small Christmas tree in there apartment. Drake would be trying to scale it while the two happily hung the balls and ornaments to the tree. Christmas music or a Christmas film would be playing in the background. That Christmas they would exchange presents usually a couple little things, and that evening have a few close friends in. He remembered how they would be in there small kitchen preparing the lame and mixing up the potatoes. the friends would bring there own dish and for the evening they all would enjoy the festive holiday meal in front of the tree, laughing and exchanging stories.

Gallen smiled to himself as he sat there reminiscing, a tear ran down his cheek, he really missed his sister and there home. Then he looked to the mirror and saw his slightly altered face. Here he was trapped, a prisoner on Christmas Eve being changed from a human to god knows to what. His stomach hurt as he growled low to himself.

"Ta Hell with this!!" he said out loud as he got up from his chair, "I am not going to let this ruin my Christmas!!!" he went over to a drawer and rummaged through it. Soon he pulled out a red sweat shirt and a white turtle neck. He never liked these two top, but they would work great to make a Santa hat!!!! He then went to his night table pulled out his travel sewing repair kit. Clearing off a table he laid out the red shirt and drew out his pocket knife.

In an hour he was done, in his hands he held a not too shabby, self made Santa hat. It looked hand made by some one who knew only a little bit about sewing, but it still looked good and fit the festive holiday. Gallen grinned as he put it on and went to the door of his duplex, he was going out and try to rustle up some Christmas Spirit on this glum island!!!!

This is a PM RP sent to the GMs over the aftermath of Cody's 75% change and Gallen finally venting.

You haven't felt this nasty, even with your sensitivity to cold temperatures and smaller lung capacity, since ..... well.... your last change.

If anything, your shortness of breath has been worse today than ever before.... and it's been gradually getting worse.... along with a progressing pain in your chest...

Your skin begins to discolor in patches... All over your body, spots and stripes darken in your skin like patches of massive birthmarks - mimicing such a natural thing that you've certainly never before possessed.

The discoloration already on your hands and feet spread.... and bead to small, thin scales while a think webbing spreads between your fingers and toes. Meanwhile, as you gasp through the pain, yoru finger and toenails discolor... and fall off while new, harder, thicker bone-like claws pierce your finger and toenails. Though unlike feline claws, they are anything but retractable at this moment.

Your ears stretch larger as fur begins to trail down over the areas that naturally have hair - coming down from your scalp, over your back, and the tops of your arms and thighs. It's short, but thick.

Then... a searing pain in both yoru face and the bottom of your spine as bones begin to crunch and contort. The tail stretches out, quickly covering itself with scales at the tip, a fin around the edge, and a smattering of short fur at its base. The front of your face stretches out.... sensitive whiskers sprouting from your upper lip.

Finally... the pain abates... but unfortunately your lungs are even smaller than your last change. Your breathing is near constant to keep enough oxygen to your system.