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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:29 pm
We all have a story of what made our ties to G-Corp here you can post your story for all to see!
FAKE VIDEO SEE LOWER FOR THE TRUTH
What happened and how my tie to G-Corp was made final...
Now I revert back and forth from zombie to human but am able to retain sanity and intelligence due to my life saving discovery
*the video flickers and begins the setting is the O.O.O. (Out Of Office) lab of G-Corp LabTech127 he is on screen holding a Grunny and a strange test tube*
Hello, I am LabTech127 and this is experiment A40 Proxy G-Virus cure test 8. The time is 9:02 P.M. Atlantic Time and the date is December, 4th 05. The test subject is Grunny AV460, or Avago as we have named him. I haven’t seen my intern lab assistant Tia in some time, I believe she has quit although the security records show that she never signed out last time she was here…. Oh well onto the experiment….
*The camera pans over to a steel desk that the Grunny is placed on*
Now this cure is relatively new I created it from a sample of a creature found in a possible parallel universe I found in a mirror I bought from a cute bunny with an eye patch. But anyway here goes everything!
*The Grunny is injected with a strange purplish liquid*
Oh my look at that.
*The Grunny’s green oily coat changes to a fawn brown shade and it’s blood red eyes become normal*
It seems to have worked! Now that cure was made from blood cultures from a purple bunny or Prunny as I call her she is named Ogava as state I discovered her in a parale…
*just then the once Grunny seizes and dies on the desk*
AVAGO! NO!
*The Grunny then re-zombifies and attacks Labtech127 screams can be heard as an odd purple shape hops across the camera’s view the screams die and a bloody hand reaches up from below the camera’s view then the video ends*
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:18 pm
No one has one really....
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:32 pm
Darth does have an entirely fictional story that he pleads to the zETA thread whenever they start claiming that Darth's limbs are gonna start falling off.
He meant to start typing it up, but then it never got far... I should really finish it...
Edit: Done. pardon any errors or hastily written parts, I've had a rather bad day or two, and thus a lot of this was vent-writing. Likewise, this is an extremely stripped down and altered version of what I intended to write.
Sidenote: You can also tell its really fake, as Darth references himself using an Ancient Katana in the 2005 event, yet the Katana itself wasn't released until 2006. Likewise, Darth references a user with a gun, yet I don't think there was even fighting during that event (just Grunny collecting) and also, I believe the first actual gun released was those that came with the 'Assassin's Guise' from 2008. So yea... lots of uh... misplaced items...
"It's...hard to remember, that far back, you know...?" Darth said quietly, sitting back in his chair. "In what... twenty-one days, It'll have been five years since it first started." He sighed and looked down. "Alright."He said after a moment, looking up, his red eyes focused off in space. "Here goes..."
~~~October 31st, 2004~~~
Darth frowned, picking up a drink at the table in the entryway and then stepping away as a swarm of other users moved forward to get at the different treats laid out there as well.
"Shame Emmz isn't here..."Darth mumbled, raising the glass to take a drink, and then shifting forward and snatching a cookie off one of the plates and munching on it too. He was a medium tall Gaian with messy brown hair, and blue eyes. He wore a long black coat over black pants and a T-shirt. "I would've asked her to dance..."He mumbled sourly, dodging around another group of users, who appeared to be dancing.
It was actually a rather nice party. Gambinos mansion was impressive, and people always seemed to be doing something interesting in the many different rooms. If one could ignore the silly rumors about zombie viruses and whatnot, then it was a relatively enjoyable experience.
"Hey." Said a user directly behind Darth. Darth turned, the user was short and had windswept brown hair, and was dressed in a camo jacket, pants and helmet. "Sorry I'm late."
"Paintballtrooper." Darth said quietly. "Your Army-themed getup once again manages to stick out."
"Is that a compliment, or insult?"
"Take it as you will."
Paintballtrooper shoved his way through the crowd to get a drink of his own, and returned, leaning against a pillar while Darth simply stood and looked around. "I heard rumors some crazy shits gunna go down." Paintballtrooper said quietly.
"I don't deal with rumors." Darth said leaning back and peering around. "Nothings going on. Everyone's happy, see?"
Paintballtrooper sighed. "It always begins with everyone being happy and peaceful. You know that."
"Everything's fine." Darth sighed. "Get over it. If somethings going to happen, it hasn't happened yet." He mumbled, eying a group of dancing users.
"You don't have a date?" Paintballtrooper said flatly.
"Neither do you." Darth retaliated.
"Yeah, but you've been here longer then I have."
"That means little to nothing." Darth sighed.
"Ah Ha! you haven't tried! You are here because of the rumors!" Paintball trooper exclaimed. "Ha! I knew it!"
"There's nothing wrong with checking up on them." Darth said quietly. "That's all...."
"There is when you say 'I don't deal with rumors!"
Suddenly, Both stopped. A hush had fallen over the crowds of users inside the mansion.
"Whats going on?" Paintballtrooper asked, peering at some of the people. "Something happen?"
Suddenly, there was a furious scream, as a user dressed as a labtech stumbled into the hall, his clothes in shambles, and what appeared to be part of his brain poking from his head. The zombie strode forward and purposefully bit into the nearest labtech he could get his hand on.
Chaos ensued. Someone screamed, and then everyone was moving, running, scrambling, trying to figure out what they should be doing.
"We're locked in!" A young man at the door said, slamming his fists against it as hard as he could. "We can't get away! We're trapped!"
"Oh no..."Darth muttered, running into the central area, and looking around. "Where's Gambino?" He shouted. "What has he done?"
Gambino's voice echoed from on high, through speakers built into the walls. "The mansion has been placed in lock down. Shotguns are being distributed. You all can handle the zombies, right?"
Darth clenched his fist as a man in a black suit approached the railing of the staircase leading upstairs, and tossed a handful of Shotguns down below. Users scrambled to get a hold of them, and Darth and Paintballtrooper were among them.
Darth grabbed his shotgun and whipped around. One of the Zombies was closing in at a pace that was making him particularly nervous. Raising his shotgun, he paused for a long moment to see if perhaps it might be deterred by the weapon, but after a long moment, he realized it wouldn't and fired.
It fell to the ground with a thump that seemed to make More noise in Darth's ear than he thought possible.
Then all the sound came back, and everyone else was firing too. It was nothing more than just more Chaos. Those living were killing the infected, until they too succumbed to the infection and bit the living. Some happened to have the vials of unknown liquid on them, and would change back, but this would only last for a short time as well.
Darth ran for the nearest corner. Sinking into it, he had cut off two different ways that the zombies could get to him, and it was much easier to focus. He began to locate the nearest undead and blast it, then repeat.
"Hey!" Said paintballtrooper, quickly being surrounded loosely by a horde of undead surrounding him. "Wanna come out of your corner and help me out here?"
Darth sighed. That idiot. If he had simply followed suit, he wouldn't have been in that predicament. But no, he had to run headlong into the action like an imbecile, and ignore everything around him. Despite that being Darth's opinion on the matter, he still stood and strode from the corner, aiming carefully and firing.
He managed to pick several off of one side, and Paintballtrooper slid out of the group, guiding the zombies to where it would be easier to blow them away. "Hey! Thanks!"
Darth frowned after the gunners retreating figure. "Hmph. Just runs right back in to make the sa-"
Before he could finish, there was a sharp, terrible pain in his shoulder. With a yell he raised his hand, beating the undead creature from his shoulder. It's face came away with blood.
Darth gasped. It had bitten into his shoulder. Great. Raising his gun, he blasted this zombie away. But the whole floor was swaying. When had the earthquake started? He wasn't sure. He felt himself hit the ground, and he could still see other people, still backing away from the nearest undead. Still fighting. There was no earthquake? Then that means this must be...
...
They say that when you're about to die, something happens. 'You feel cold,' some say. 'You see a light!' say others. That isn't what this felt like. Was it supposed to? Darth wasn't sure. It just felt....Empty. As if before he had been a jug, filled with water, and suddenly someone had sprung a leak, and all of his water was spilling onto the floor, and in its absence was simply...nothing.
and that feeling of having absolutely nothing persisted, until eventually he felt he had gone from that feeling into sleep.
In his sleep, he saw himself doing things through someone else's eyes. As he slept, He walked. He stumbled, actually, here and there across Gambino's pristine mansion, bathed red by blood and the glow the emergency lights overhead. He found people. He closed in. He bit them. People trained guns on him, he felt shells hit him, and when they did, that empty feeling appeared again. But slowly, over time, it would vanish, and he'd hunt them down and bite them too.
And all the while, Darth watched the dream in fear. 'Stop' He whispered, but was there even space to whisper? Did he even exist enough hear to whisper, trapped in the body of someone else? Could he exert himself? He doubted it. And so, eventually, he gave up.
~~~
Before Darth opened his eyes, he was distinctly aware of the smell of something burning. He was also aware that for some reason he was fairly certain the wind was blowing his hair.
Then he opened them. The cheerful looking center of Isle de Gambino greeted him. Yet there was debris and... the entirety of the Gambino mansion appeared to be missing.
"Took you long enough!" Paintballtrooper grinned at him, not far away.
"What happened?" Darth asked after a long moment. "Where is the mansion?"
Paintballtrooper faked considering the question for a moment before replying. "Well, there's little chunks everywhere. You can take your pick of 'Where' exactly it is."
Darth stood up. "Allow me to clarify: 'What happened to make the mansion so evenly distributed across the isle?"
Paintballtrooper considered. "I remember that I was fighting more of those undead, and all the sudden the speakers started up, and someone was announcing some 'Silent flash' something or other. I was told to get out with the other users, and a passage had been opened to help allow us to escape. Then the minute we were out...they bombed the mansion." He paused a moment and then looked at darth. " It was quite the blast. I took a couple of minute to find you, zombefied and struggling under a pile of rubble. I gave you the antidote and then pushed the rubble." He motioned around them. "And here we are."
Darth rubbed his head. "That's quite the story...you say... I was a zombie?"
"Yea." Paintballtrooper nodded. "But I couldn't tell if you had done anything, or if you had just got infected soon enough for the bomb to hit. Either way, you're fine now."
Darth got to his feet and looked at the spot where the mansion had once stood. "Well..."He said after a long moment. "This will be one Halloween we'll never forget.
~~~Present~~~
Darth tilted his chair back so it was standing on its two hind legs. "And we never did forget. 2005 rolled around, and we were sure that with Gino's return, there wouldd be yet another chance to clean up a mess by G-corp, or, what remained of it at the time. So we prepared. or rather, I prepared. Paintballtrooper was to lazy to ever participate in much of anything, and he quickly decided he wasn't going to go. Likewise, Emmz had something to do that night, so it was just going to be me." Darth grinned. "Ended up that I had only prepared halfway... I had predicted undead, and they did indeed appear.... but I hadn't counted on the grunnies..."
~~~October 31st, 2005~~~
Darth slashed at a grunny with his ancient katana as it was running towards it's next victim. The creature squeaked and then slumped. Darth frowned and looked around, just as another lunged on him and bit the back of his neck ."Gyaagh!" he shouted, reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the green ball of fuzz and throwing it as hard as he could.
He wasn't particularly worried. The grunnies weren't any harm unless one was bitten quite a few times.
Darth rounded, his sword flashing as he slashed a grombie, a basic level one grombie, hair intact, and just starting to change, and kicked it swiftly. The grombie crumbled, but continued to flail and try and get up again while on the ground.
"Hmph. This is ridiculous. You'd imagine someone would've learned by now-" He ducked under a stage 3 grombies feral charge, and slashed two grunnies that lunged for him, and then swiftly turned and shoved his katana into the gut of the still-enraged grombie. "-that we need to just leave this alone..."
Two more grombies approached. The grombies would bite, but only the level threes seemed to be able to do it effectively. Stage 1 & 2's were much better suited to merely approaching and then pummeling their enemies.
Darth rounded. The more he looked around ,the more uninfected users he saw. Some even appeared to be enjoying being bitten. "What idio-" He paused. There! disappearing into a crowd! A user, almost unnaturally tall, and huge, like a brick wall was forcing his way to what appeared to be a more facility-type section of the mansion.
"Stop!" Darth shouted, brandishing his sword. He quickly lunged, slashing the next grombie to approach, and rolling over a Gaian who doubled over as a Stage 1 Grombie punched him in the gut.
Darth made it to the passage, yet it seemed only the light closest to the entrance worked. Further down, was only darkness. Darth scowled. However, after a short moment, he head footsteps. Someone was running away! "I said stop!" Darth shouted, running down the hall after the figure.
The hallways were long. Long enough that while he was running, Darth's eyes adjusted. Every wall looked the same. And it just seemed to stretch, and stretch. An intersection was up ahead, giving Darth three paths to go down.
For a moment, Darth thought he'd have to try to figure out which he'd have to go down.
He wished that was how it had gone anyway.
As he ran into the center of the intersection, A stage 3 grombie and a grunny, two from both sides, lunged, and bit into him.
Darth screamed. Shaking him off, he kept running. He could hear the footsteps ahead. He was gaining on them. They were even coming into view. As was something else. Some kind of laboratory. "Stop!" Darth shouted, swinging his sword again.
He stepped into the laboratory close enough behind the figure that when he reached out, his fingers grazed the back of it's lab coat.
Then there was pain. More than before. His vision cleared a little. There was a grunny latched onto his arm. Then he felt them. There was a dozen of them, all biting him at the same time. Finally over come, he flailed angrily, throwing the small creatures away, where they would hit walls and equipment and squeak as if they had done nothing wrong, and he had hit them for no reason.
Finally clear of the grunnies, Darth reached for the figure again.
His hand missed. How could he have missed someone that big? He asked himself as the ground seemed to twist up to meet him. Oh wait, He thought suddenly, how many times was I bitten? It must have been enough. he was getting that feeling again. He had to fight it! And with some effort, he managed to turn his head to look at the taller figure, and shifted his arm, grabbing the figures pant leg.
The figure turned and looked down at him. Darth's eyes were so cloudy now, he couldn't even see his face. The figure was mouthing something. The figure lifted a leg, shifting its shoe over Darth's neck. Uh oh..., Darth thought suddenly.
"He he." A deep voice sneered down at him. "You did well. But in the end, you'll go down like all insects."
And then with a horrible snapping noise, the shoe descended.
~~~
The world twisted, and swam, and in reality, Darth couldn't make sense of it. And yet, he could. Because it wasn't him. Whatever was going on now... It wasn't him. it couldn't be him. Could it.
The newly made Grombie-Darth rounded the corner, still clutching it's Katana, which made a horrendous screeching as he walked, dragging the blade along the floor. It's mouth gaped open, and a horrible death rattle groan escaped it's lips.
It was so...hungry.
A user rounded the corner. "Oh!" He shouted ,raising his own weapon. A gun of some sort. He must have fired three times.
The Grombie shifted. It couldn't lift the katana enough to use it how it would normally be used but...
Clutching the hilt with both hands now ,the Grombie twisted its whole body, swinging the sword in a slash that cut the Gaian's chest deep. With a startled gasp, the Gaian crumpled to the ground.
It was time for food. The Grombie knelt and began to feed, and was forever changed.
~~~Present~~~
Darth frowns. He's sitting in his chair now with a serious expression on his face. "The next few hours were hazy for me. I honestly can't remember much. From what I hear, hours after the mansion had burned down, I was still wandering around, hacking users down and biting them. I think that's when GCS found me." He mumbled after a moment. "I think. I hear, sometimes, that the found me and restrained me, and developed the serum I use now. See... It nullifies some of the...negative effects. As a grombie, I had amazing regeneration, but it was necessary, because the constant decay was making my limbs fall off. Likewise, when I was a grombie, I had no control over myself. The serum they gave me halted the decay, but kept my gradual regeneration ability. Likewise, it allowed me to be in control of myself again." He motioned. "And that's how I am what i am today."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:27 pm
Nice Darth can't wait to read it
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:35 pm
My story is deep within the archives at this point. I toss a little bit of it into the air with each flush of the RP.
~MK
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:28 am
Let's try to get as many of peoples stories out there as we can then maybe tell them to the public if the people will let us to let them now how fantastic it is to work with G-Corp.... Look it gave me eternal life.... essentially
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:26 pm
My story was played out in the last rp when I was a part of the security force but now I am a weapons tech :p will try to add the story in at another time but can't for now
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:37 pm
All done. It didn't come out how it was supposed to, but that's how it ended up going. Darth will have to rewrite it sometime. He does'nt like it much.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 5:42 am
An amazing story Darth I'll release my True story soon
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 5:54 am
A man strolls into the room; he places a tea cup down on the table in front of him, the steam from the tea rises to meet his shaded face. He sighs, “I admit it the video is fake… a cover-up for my true activities on the eve of Halloween 2005, now so I’ll share the events of the many Halloweens I’ve “survived” with you…”
Date: October 31, 2004
“It was my first month working at G-Corp… I was just a kid out of college with dreams of helping the world, they had me doing mostly grunt work, wrangling animals, moving supplies, and filing papers you know basic stuff. I hated the small jobs they gave me, but I did them with a faked smile on my face.”
“October 31, was different that year, Mr. Gambino was having some kind of big party at the mansion, I wasn’t going to go I hate(d) parties, I was going to go home eat candy and watch some zombie movies, If I had known the irony of my plans back then I problem would have laughed how could I have known that I was about to get wrapped up in a real life zombie movie with no happy ending…
It was late when I got the call to come to the party I forget who was calling but the exact statement was “Come on get over here Luke it’s totally awesome there’s event rumors of a creepy fake zombie thing that’s going to happen” Ha! Fake! If I would have known to laugh at the fools words back then I would have. I drove there in a huff in my at the time not upgraded rally car. Some thing wasn’t quite right when I arrived on the scene… there was just something in the air something “not normal”. I walked to the immense doors but they were locked, I heard faint noises from inside it sounded like screaming, but I thought nothing of it it was a Halloween party after all they must have just started the “Fake zombie thing” I heard about on the phone. I went to a back entrance I knew about that I had used a few times to avoid the boss after being late to work.
When I opened the back entrance to the labs, I found them to be dead silent and completely dark. I stepped in leaving the door behind me open … Anyway back to the story… I heard shuffling feet coming toward me slowly followed by a mournful moan. “Who’s there?” I shouted no reply but the moaning and shuffling continued, but now there where many all coming at me! The shapes emerged from the dark and into the moonlight flowing from the open door, some were my co-workers others were users I had never seen before, all of them were covered in blood, their lifeless eyes where focused on me they moved ever closer.
In what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or two they seized me biting int o my body. There were five wounds, my shoulder, my head, my stomach, my right arm, and my left leg. From all those spots flowed a burning chill in my veins, slowly the strange sensation flowed up until it reached my head. My head…. The pain I felt was unbearable, unbelievable, and indescribable. I lay there on the floor my body was weak and numb. Users brandishing a variety of weapons dashed past my body in a blur, “help me…” I said quietly. A girl who was running by stopped, and then a boy stopped next to her, “Leave him he’s practically already one of them.” He said coldly and the two continued out. My body twitched out of control. And then it all faded away.
It’s taken years of therapy to erase the vague memories of what I did as a zombie. But I still remember some things. Like the taste of human flesh and blood, or the feeling of it sliding down my throat just to fall out of the side where my organs had been opened by one of the infecting bites. That’s all I remember about that day”
“I woke up a week later in my Out of Office lab; I don’t know how I became human again….”
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 10:57 pm
-does not have much of a history yet-
I was aproached by gambino two years prior his death regarding some private intel he wanted me to gather... I though it merely another contract, little did I know. My work for gambino took priority over every other contact, contract, until all that was left was working for this Powerfull Mad man.
Officially drafted into the Ranks of G-corp by Labtech MK I have continued to operate on the same progects, and more... Only time will tell how deep I will be entangled. I cannot imagine being anywhere else but here in G-corp.
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