Extra Effect
- Mobs from the mod thread NO LONGER spawn in new threads.
- Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10!
- If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!


The Awakening
Your character steps into one of the hospital rooms accidentally and blacks out. When they wake up, they realize everyone around them is an Infected (terminal virus stage). The hallucinations have gone to their head, making them believe they are all Infected, including themselves. React accordingly. PVP is turned on, but if your character takes more than -10 damage, they snap back to the reality of the situation.

If more than one character, all characters believe the same. Instead of hitting themselves/each other for -10 damage they can also choose to write an "identity crisis" solo or 250 words about what they plan to do knowing they are Infected. After they do so they snap back to awareness and realize that they are still okay for now.

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.


Greta was wandering around the hospital, trying to find a safe spot to hide out for a while and avoid the infected. The whispering hadn’t stopped and by now she knew that it was all in her head. That didn’t help her paranoia though, it only made it worse. Her jaw had, by now completely healed but she would rather have a broken jaw than have to deal with this dread that was consuming her entire mind.

Something rustled and she flinched, whipping around. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have wondered at how fast she had become, how unlike herself she was thinking and feeling, but instead, she could only search the hallway furiously, trying to tell herself that she was scared for a reason.

She peaked into a room, just wanting to find a place to get away, and, seeing it empty, slipped in and closed the-

When she woke up, everything felt different. She was somehow still standing, swaying on her feet. She looked around and it was just a room, but it wasn’t just a room. The room was screaming at her and when she looked down at herself, she was falling apart. Her flesh was necrotic, turning grey and dead, and when she moved, she watched in horror as a bit of her just fell off with a sick wail. She screamed, but she couldn’t hear herself above the roaring.

Her screaming eventually tapered off into quiet whimpering and then laughter. She had never been a screamer before. Blood and violence hadn’t been her life but she had the stomach to see it. But here, here with everything turning to fear all around her and her body becoming something she could not control, she didn’t know what to do, how to express everything she was feeling except to make as much noise as possible. If she could just hear herself maybe she could figure out what to do.

She wondered how far she had to run to keep the others safe from her. She wondered if she could get far enough before the infection made her completely forget why she was running. Already she was feeling less like herself, and- For a moment Greta wasn’t herself anymore, her teeth chattering and snapping, but then she came back to herself in horror and she stumbled out of the room. She began running down the hallway, repeating to herself to just run in the hopes that at least that thought would stick.

She tripped over some debris and caught herself on her rotting hands and knees and blinked, then shivered—her hands were fine.

[ Infection Rate ]: 30/100

OOC

Character's name: Greta Dean
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.