- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Roughly 9:30 AM-2:30 AM (CST)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Alt History, Anything really. It honestly depends on how I'm feeling. I am always up for a good, solid Cyberpunk RP. I'm also up for Crossover RPs.
Merrick examined the dish and facepalmed, sighing. One of the aides had triggered the reaction by putting what appeared to be glucose extract in the Petri dish. Merrick cringed and snarled, sending out the aids. "WHICH MORON DROPPED GLUCOSE INTO THE PETRI DISH?! I'LL HAVE WHOEVER DID THIS FIRED! SEAL OFF THE ROOM BEFORE THIS NEW STRAND GETS OUT!" Merrick grabbed the flashdrive with all of his research and one of the contained virus colonies, moving out to an emergency lab bunker. "EVACUATE THE HOSPITAL AND BURN IT DOWN! ACTIVATE THE CARBON-TRINITRIDE GAS FLOOD SYSTEM! IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT CAN KILL THE VIRUS! EVERYONE PUT YOUR MASKS ON!" Merrick was going to kill Aaron later, as well as the CIA aide that messed with the dish. This set back the research ten steps, at least. He would have to fight another round of depression as a result, after what had seemingly been a great first day of going back to work.
"You're delusional." Michael said splitting several things. "What type of Hospital has that stuff? It's just a natural mutation. These happen all the time." Michael leaned on the table. "The Hospital will remain on Quarantine until we are definitely clear. We just need to wash off, and remain in here since we can't be effected."