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The road to Discovery, like its namesake, was paved with good intentions. They called it a a place for ingenuity to grow, unfettered, and surrounded by those motivated by the singular goal of improving the world through science. So aptly, no government intervention was permitted. No, Discovery was headed by a singular man's vision. Dr. Niles Indigo, CEO and founder of Indigo Sciences, and its many privatized subsidiaries. In his own words, the island was his greatest passion project, his magnum opus. What he didn't know was that there were people working in the shadows to make sure that his dreams and that of his unfortunate followers never came to fruition. And that those people were willing to do anything to anything to make that happen.
The day of the welcoming ceremony, where the island natives, scientists, and their families were meant to meet with their new communities, the shadows struck. The release of an untested chemical compound belonging to Indigo Sciences inundated the facility and local villages in an amber gas, which when exposed to for several minutes, caused dramatic increases in activity in the parts of the brain relating to instinct and aggressiveness, rendering its victims violent savages. Many were able to escape to parts of the island the gas didn't reach, but Dr. Indigo was absent at the time of the accident, only to reemerge after ecsape efforts were well underway. The people of the island turned on him, and he went into hiding.
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It has been a week since the attack. The gas clouds remain stagnant, a relief for those stranded on the parts of Discovery they didn't reach. The island has been quarantined, and no nearby countries have shown themselves willing to provide aid given the mysterious nature of the gas. But for you, these are the least of your worries.
You, born for some reason with just the right amount of resistance to the gas, wake up deep underground in an Indigo hospital. There are no staff, no sounds coming from the hall, but you are not alone. Other people, maybe your peers or fellow locals, are waking up with you in hospital beds. Just as you get up the nerve to start asking questions, Dr. Indigo himself comes into the room and fills you in.
The island is in danger. He has a mission for you. And you will never be the same again.
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putrifactor
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What once your scorned on your bread and butter is now your bread and butter. Decay lives on your fingertips now, just waiting for your command. Physical contact with organic material causes instant start-up of the decomposing process, and prolonged use is lethal to the victim. Try it on a Twinkie, if you're brave enough.
hivespawner
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Congratulations, you now have parasites and freckles. At some point of your exposure, you became the proverbial queen of a hive of bees. And in turn, you became their hive, too. In a very touching example of symbiosis, you can summon the bees lying dormant beneath your skin to attack whoever you sic them on.
euphemitter
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You're a walking bag of morphine. The time you spent under the sway of the gas granted you psychic powers, but only insofar as your ability to manipulate the neurotransmitters in one's mind. Make someone roid out from the shadows, or trigger their fear response until they tell you anything you want to know. Just don't let it get to your head.
acifluxor
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Probably shouldn't have eaten all those Warheads as a kid. Whatever you were munching on during your rage, combined with freak mutation, has rendered you basically completely immune to corrosive effects. And turned your stomach acid hydrochloric. I don't think we need to explain how this one works.
fevermonger
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Lou Ferrigno's got nothing on you. You've always run a little hot, probably wear shorts in winter, but now you're always feverish. And you can use it to your advantage. Ramp up your body temperature to release all sorts of fun immunoresponses to turn yourself into a raging little red-faced Hulk. Maybe you don't get any bigger, but it sure feels like it.
caratanker
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Hope you don't have any strong feelings about scabs. Because hey, you are one now. At will, your skin transforms into a chitiny, two-inch thick suit of armor with an unsettlingly close shade of color as your skin tone. Other than looking like something coming out of a bog after it was hosed down, you can be used as a human shield.
antidonor
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The most normal of the bunch, and for good reason. Your very psychic presence now has antimutagenic properties, and your blood can be modified into an emergency antidote against the gas. It also has anti-basically-everything, making it a near miracle treatment from anything to the common cold to a bullet through the chest. You might think you're useless, but that antimutagenic thing is gonna come in handy. You didn't think your new buddies were the only mutants on the island, did you?
geneditor
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Why should your curse be even somewhat familiar? Is your dream superpower the ability to shapeshift into animals, harness the strength of beasts ten times your size? Too bad, because you're stuck with mashing your genetic makeup with that of native fauna to defend yourself. Spoilers, the result is never pretty.
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Try your best! I expect a minimum of two paragraphs per post and maintained literacy. The occasional mistake is expected, just don't let errors be a common thing.
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Be your best! We'll be using Discord for the OOC, and I expect you all to be cordial and understanding with your fellow writers.
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Avoid controlling other people's characters. This one's a personal pet peeve of mine, is all I'll say.
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Remember to have fun!
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