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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?
ankhtahr:
Ankh turns around,only to discover that Masterpiece is long gone. He looks around.
"Guys, we're meant to stay together. Why do you always disappear and leave me alone?" he says more to himself than to anyone in particular.
He walks into Pistorious' lab and asks him what to do now.
Thrillho:
Sometimes I really think the dogs understand me better than people do.
Masterpiece:
Pistorious sits hurdled on his desk, tired from what has been a very long day, but unwilling to succumb to exhaustion. In his hand is what appears to be a syringe filled with a dark green fluid. The empty whiskey bottle fills the air with toxic fumes.
As Ankh enters, he looks up from his notes.
"Hey there Ankh. Fucking mess we're in here, right? Sorry for losing it out there. I'm just so very frustrated that there isn't anything I can do.
People are dying, and we can't stop bickering over whom to test."
He gets up and walks towards the spectrometer. He puts a little of the green fluid in it and starts the machine.
"So in the meantime, I have been working on an antidote."
He shows Ankh the syringe.
"This compound amplifies the human immune response to foreign intrusion, such as that of the Things. It's not useful for killing a Thing, so injecting them with it will be useless, but it should make a human immune to the infection."
He turns around to face his desk.
But it's only a stop gap solution!" he vents in frustration, knocking the whiskey bottle off his desk, "the active ingredient is metabolised way too quickly for the antidote to have any long lasting effect!" He reads the results of the analysis that the spectrometer just printed out, "if I'm reading this correctly (and I have no reason to think otherwise), the antidote will only last for a few hours - enough to get you through the night. And what's worse: my supplies are extremely limited. I can only produce enough for one person a day in good conscience."
He collects his notes concerning the antidote, the spectrometer printout and any notes he wrote about the Thing. "Only I know how to formulate this compound. Not to sound patronising, but none of the others have the necessary knowledge to create this." He looks at the syringe. "This is my life line now. The reason to keep me alive. I will not be a selfish bastard and keep myself immune. So instead I'll provide you with an incentive to keep me alive."
He lights a match and sets fire to his notes. "If I die, you lose your only definite chance of staying alive."
mtmerrick:
--- Quote from: Method of Madness on 24 May 2013, 22:25 ---(OOC: But...thing is a word. Why would it get corrected to thong?)
--- End quote ---
(OOC: Because he uses the word thong a LOT more than the word thing. :P that's how adaptive typing systems work. :P)
TheEvilDog:
Despite the fears and mistrust, it would seem that nothing happened during the night. Everyone appears to be alive and safe.
Another day begins with wary glances and quiet fear.
Day 2 Begins
(Sorry about the late update, my cousin just finished med-school and we went out for drinks to celebrate)
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