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- Feb 10, 2013
I keep re-reading Hedgeclipper lol.
To answer a question of yours (being a member of the PVCC) I thought about Bill the Scientist and his unethical experiments. I would imagine that Bill gets his human test subjects from the Straight Camps where Chris sends all the gay people from Cwcville to be re-educated/brainwashed which is where I would no doubt be in. My story goes like this:
It has been exactly 1 year and 7 months since Bill began his experiment. I was one of several test subjects to be subjected to a series of horrific gene splicing experiments to splice human DNA with the Chaotic Combo's DNA. Most test subjects either died or were overwhelmed by the chu DNA and simply turned into Electric Hedgehog Pokemon. I was test subject number 6642 and the particular DNA I was being spliced with was Wild's. The process took several days and resulted with me blacking out over and over as Bill looked on with the cruelty of a madman.
I had a normal person once. I had met the man of my dreams, Anthony. He had skin the color of caramel and his words could soothe you in any crisis. He had bedn a student at the local University I just had entered. He studied Domestic Terrorism and Genetics. I studied Psychology and Pharmacology. We fell in love over a few dates at the Cwcvill Central Park. But then one day Chandler took power and his abominations filled the streets. Anthony joined the PVCC to become a soldier. He joined at a great risk, as a black man and as a homosexual man. I wouldve joined him, had I not been thrown into a straight camp by Magi-Chan's thought police.
The camp was barren with not a single blade of grass or weed poking out of the cracks in the concrete. My days consistet of beatings and brainwashing. Starvation hit the camps and the beatings only increased as the EHPF told us wed never find a woman without bulking up. Then they took a group of us, myself included into white vans. The vans went down an endless slopping road that made me feel like we were to buried alive. I wouldnt put it past them.
The infamous Bill told us we were to be part of a grander plan to advance humanity's limits and that our participation was vital to the glory of CWCville and the Glorious Leader. Months of pain and torture as he experimented on us. The dull ache the beatings at the straight camps was nothing compared to the constant and non-stop pain that Bill inflicted on us as he forced human DNA to meld with Sonichu and Rosechu DNA. Wild had been the kind donor of this particular DNA strand, I never feared death, I only feared metamorphosis into a green abomination. I thought my days here would be endless torture for a crime I never felt was morally wrong. Until one day.
It had been several months since the experiment on me had began. My hair was matted and dirty and the ends of them had turned green. My irises were as green as leaves and my skin felt cold and clammy with the fear of another therapy session that would either spell death or... metamorphosis...
My mind was a wreck, years of solitude in the straight camps coupled with months of torture have shattered my mind. Voices in my head were not uncommon. But today a different...friendlier voice was speaking to me...speaking of escape! The voice came from a single houseplant that Bill was using to harvest chlorophyll to stabilize the subjects spliced with Wild's DNA. I asked it outloud if it could help. I hesitated for s moment almost crying as I realized that I had sunken to speaking to a houseplant.
It moved. It was climbing out of it's pot and rapidly growing in size as it's tendrils were reaching under the inpenatrable pexiglass covering that formed the entrance to my bright and sterile cell. It broke off the glassin minutes and almost instantlt sirens rang through the air.
"CONTAINMENT BREACH, BIO SUBJECT CELL 6642 HAS BEEN OPENED. BEGIN PURGING OF CELLS"
Before I could direct my herbacious friend to open the other cells flames filled the interiors of the cells as screams and gurgling sounds emmanated from within the inferno. Breaking down I fell to the ground as I realized my break for freedom had caused the death of thousands.
Leaves and bark surround me like a cocoon. I lay inside as my photosynthetic comrade pushes through metal, stone, soil and concrete and unto fresh air. While in my cocoon I can feel the plants of Cwcville react to me. A group of tulips curl their petals into sharp maws full of teeth, their leaves trailing into dense coils. They're hungry, and only the flesh of Sonichus and Rosechus can sate them. Sonichus came into existence when I was 13, I went into the straight camps at the age of 17, I ended up at Bill's at 19. And each time they had tried their best to make sure I'd be buried.
But no matter how deep they bury me. I will always grow back.
To answer a question of yours (being a member of the PVCC) I thought about Bill the Scientist and his unethical experiments. I would imagine that Bill gets his human test subjects from the Straight Camps where Chris sends all the gay people from Cwcville to be re-educated/brainwashed which is where I would no doubt be in. My story goes like this:
It has been exactly 1 year and 7 months since Bill began his experiment. I was one of several test subjects to be subjected to a series of horrific gene splicing experiments to splice human DNA with the Chaotic Combo's DNA. Most test subjects either died or were overwhelmed by the chu DNA and simply turned into Electric Hedgehog Pokemon. I was test subject number 6642 and the particular DNA I was being spliced with was Wild's. The process took several days and resulted with me blacking out over and over as Bill looked on with the cruelty of a madman.
I had a normal person once. I had met the man of my dreams, Anthony. He had skin the color of caramel and his words could soothe you in any crisis. He had bedn a student at the local University I just had entered. He studied Domestic Terrorism and Genetics. I studied Psychology and Pharmacology. We fell in love over a few dates at the Cwcvill Central Park. But then one day Chandler took power and his abominations filled the streets. Anthony joined the PVCC to become a soldier. He joined at a great risk, as a black man and as a homosexual man. I wouldve joined him, had I not been thrown into a straight camp by Magi-Chan's thought police.
The camp was barren with not a single blade of grass or weed poking out of the cracks in the concrete. My days consistet of beatings and brainwashing. Starvation hit the camps and the beatings only increased as the EHPF told us wed never find a woman without bulking up. Then they took a group of us, myself included into white vans. The vans went down an endless slopping road that made me feel like we were to buried alive. I wouldnt put it past them.
The infamous Bill told us we were to be part of a grander plan to advance humanity's limits and that our participation was vital to the glory of CWCville and the Glorious Leader. Months of pain and torture as he experimented on us. The dull ache the beatings at the straight camps was nothing compared to the constant and non-stop pain that Bill inflicted on us as he forced human DNA to meld with Sonichu and Rosechu DNA. Wild had been the kind donor of this particular DNA strand, I never feared death, I only feared metamorphosis into a green abomination. I thought my days here would be endless torture for a crime I never felt was morally wrong. Until one day.
It had been several months since the experiment on me had began. My hair was matted and dirty and the ends of them had turned green. My irises were as green as leaves and my skin felt cold and clammy with the fear of another therapy session that would either spell death or... metamorphosis...
My mind was a wreck, years of solitude in the straight camps coupled with months of torture have shattered my mind. Voices in my head were not uncommon. But today a different...friendlier voice was speaking to me...speaking of escape! The voice came from a single houseplant that Bill was using to harvest chlorophyll to stabilize the subjects spliced with Wild's DNA. I asked it outloud if it could help. I hesitated for s moment almost crying as I realized that I had sunken to speaking to a houseplant.
It moved. It was climbing out of it's pot and rapidly growing in size as it's tendrils were reaching under the inpenatrable pexiglass covering that formed the entrance to my bright and sterile cell. It broke off the glassin minutes and almost instantlt sirens rang through the air.
"CONTAINMENT BREACH, BIO SUBJECT CELL 6642 HAS BEEN OPENED. BEGIN PURGING OF CELLS"
Before I could direct my herbacious friend to open the other cells flames filled the interiors of the cells as screams and gurgling sounds emmanated from within the inferno. Breaking down I fell to the ground as I realized my break for freedom had caused the death of thousands.
Leaves and bark surround me like a cocoon. I lay inside as my photosynthetic comrade pushes through metal, stone, soil and concrete and unto fresh air. While in my cocoon I can feel the plants of Cwcville react to me. A group of tulips curl their petals into sharp maws full of teeth, their leaves trailing into dense coils. They're hungry, and only the flesh of Sonichus and Rosechus can sate them. Sonichus came into existence when I was 13, I went into the straight camps at the age of 17, I ended up at Bill's at 19. And each time they had tried their best to make sure I'd be buried.
But no matter how deep they bury me. I will always grow back.
. I threw the story together from random scraps of info about myself and a few books I liked, and to me it seemed really self serving (I never try writing myself in as a character in fear of transforming the story into a masturbatory tale to my ego, so writing a character based myself on was a tad embarrasing.
