Post by Virus on Apr 27, 2018 8:18:13 GMT -6
| A Scarred Legacy |
|Virus' PL: 12,500|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
It had felt like an eternity.
Since he last acted, since he last moved...Since he last spoke. Bitterness coursed through his imperfect body like a tidal wave. Frustration and hate was all that he felt. And with every failure, every lost battle, every meal that slipped through his fingers, it only grew.
This planet had far exceeded his current state. The predator had been reduced to the bottom of the food chain, fit only to feed on the scraps left by the superior beings. Before Virus could even truly spread, he had already been defeated...
Virus was stuck, left with but a single option remaining.
To find a new hunting ground.
He might have been defeated, but he would never give up. Not until the day that he is killed. For the past month, Virus had done nothing but research inside of the deepest laboratories of C.U.R.E. Files dated back centuries ago, back to the C.U.R.E.'s own predeccessor, S.C.A.R.
That was the key to success. To his freedom, his evolution! Their sights were set too high, Earth was nothing but an impossible dream in an ocean of bloody possibilities. No...They had to look to the stars.
To new options...
With newfound vigor, Virus exited his chambers in a rush. His large form stomped across the reinforced halls with mighty echoes, the red in his eyes glistening with lust. He had found it...He had finally found it!
The doors to the conference hall slammed open under Virus' might. His neck snapped loudly, eyes snapping toward the large control panel across the room. The Bio-Weapon made his way over to the device, his clawed fingers running rampant along the various keys and buttons. All of C.U.R.E. had to know about his discoveries...His ideas.
They would take to the stars...Far away from here.
''Good morning everyone.'' His chittery voice echoed throughout the facility. A ragged breath came from the Bio-Weapon, before he continued. ''I hereby humbly request that all High-Class personnel make their way to the conference hall...NOW.''
A crooked smile crossed his features, fangs bared ominously.
''...I have something W̷͞Ơ̢̧Ǹ̨͞DȨ̢̨R͞F̷U̡͝Ĺ̴ to share with you all...!''
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