Disclaimer: This RPG is not related in any way to any previous RPGs made by myself using the same title. Any relations is purely coencidental, and should be ignored.
Sincerely, Management. __________ Story Line:
==========Present Day==========
News Anchor: This just in: Scientist have released new reports claiming to have effectively countered the HIV Virus. Malificent Research Facilites, or MRF, has sent a represntative to discuss with us this groundbreaking research. So how did MRF achieve this?
MRF Rep.: Well, its quite simple really. We inserted a mild version of the HIV Virus into Human Test Subjects, in the hopes that we could recreate the affects of the Polio Vacine.
News Anchor: (speaking from earbud) So you're saying that you were hoping that the test subjects would develope a high resistance to the Virus, similar to what a Polio Vacine does with the dead virus?
MRF Rep.: Ah... Yes, that is basicaly what we were striving for.
News Anchor: And how many test subjects devloped a resistance to HIV?
MRF Rep.: Uh... Well, actually... All of them. And the subjects went further to develope an actual immunity to HIV and AIDs. This is beyond what we expected.
News Anchor: So you're saying that you have essentially cured HIV/AIDs?
MRF Rep.: Yes. We have.
==========Eight Months Later==========
Broadcast: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST ISSUED BY THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, AND THE FOOD AND DRUG ADMINISTRATION. RECENT REPORTS HAVE FOUND THAT THOSE ISSUED WITH THE HIV/AIDS VACINE TEND TO HAVE MEDICAL PROBLEMS, INCLUDING HALUCINATIONS, INCOHERENT LANGUAGE, OR DEATH. IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW EXIBITS THESE OR ANY OTHER UNUSUAL SYMPTONS, AND HAS BEEN GIVEN THE HIV/AIDS VACINE, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL EMERGENCY RESPONSE OR POISON CONTROL IMMEDIATELY. THIS MESSAGE REPEATS. (message repeats) __________ Maverick4 presents to you, in association with Armor Games, an RPG on zombies, survival, alliances, betrayals, and much, much more:
And so this is where you, the player, comes in. You are just an average person. Maby you have a spouse, maby you have kids, or may be your just a college student. This RPG's goal is to attempt to provide an accurate and realistic scenario of a viral outbreak causing a plague of zombies. For more information, please continue reading the rest of this post. __________ General Information:
Name: TITAN
Type: Virus
Infection Spread: As the vacine is based off of HIV, the mutation still carries the ability to spread just like HIV. So any bodily fluids that come in contact with you that are infected with TITAN and enter into your body can infect you.
Virus History: Deloped by Malificent Research Facilites, or MRF, to combat the growing HIV/AIDs epidemic. The virus was distributed on a global scale as an effective vacine to protect or cure HIV/AIDs. However, the virus soon mutated, spreading like a wildfire among people. 80% died, 15% zombified, and 5% have a natural immunization against the viral mutation.
The virus gains control in a relatively simple manner: When it enters the host, it goes through the bloodstream, using blood cells to multiply. Going through the bloodstream it enters into the brain, where it begins the takeover. The virus infects the brain, and developes into a pseudo-parasite, forcing the brain to shut down non-vital functions, such as speach, digestion, and the kidneys. The virus produces a protein that prevents decomposition in the host, allowing it longer life. The host also gives the virus and the rest of the functioning organs its nutrients. Respitory system enlarges, to allow the brain more oxygen. The virus feeds off of the host, and it takes about 20 years for the host to lack sufficient nutrients to maintain the virus, causing death: both to the host and virus.
Infected Characteristics: The infection take about 10-30 minutes to gain control of the hose. The host (if human), quickly exibits irrational behavior (such as incoherrent speach, repeating random phrases, or sudden anger). As the virus gains more control, the host skin becomes bone white, while the veins become black. The iris expands to cover the entire eye, and no white is visible. As stated previously, the respitory system enlarges; the increased amount of air flowing down the windpipe and past the vocal cords means that the infected give off a slight whining noise, and occasionally a scream. Can't see very well; Daytime: Blurry images, average distance. Nightime: Attracted to lights, similar to bugs. Can walk, crawl, and lope at about 8MPH. Also has crazy good smelling, and sniffs the ground/air regularly. __________ Registration:
Please, only 4 people for now. Later, I may allow more.--------------- Name: (Simple enough, I hope) Age: Gender: Occupation: (what your job was: (teacher, nurse, lawyer, etc) However, no military, police, firefighters, etc, 'survival experts' or anything like that; try to keep it average-joe, 'Americana') --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: (based off of your occupation: Nurse has medical stuff, etc) Weapon: None Special: (I will give you) --------------- Bio: Physical Description: (what your character looks like) __________ Goal:
The purpose of you playing the RPG, or 'How You Win', is to survive 50 Days (AG TIME) from when you start playing. After 50 Days are up, you get magically rescued, and 'you win'. __________ SPECIAL NOTES
- I WILL try to kill you off. So don't go crying when you die. This is realistic, so if something doesn't work, it won't work. No retrys, no resets. You have one life, so play for it. And when you die, thats it; you can't join up again.
- Take this seriously. I'll tell you whats happening, and I won't give you any choices on what to do. Theres no A/B/C/D, YOU decide what to do. You make the right choice, you live. Make the wrong choice, you die. (see above note)
- Have fun. If it gets to much, you can quit. Don't enjoy it, you can quit. Seriously, if you have any major problems that inhibit your enjoyment, tell me, and I'll try to fix them (within reason) __________ That should be everything, and if not I'll post telling you what I missed. Enjoy.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
Hey, I do! It's just...me > them. Lol. And also, I mean, the barricades are so that we don't have to let them in and if they try to force their way in, they can't. We'd still let most people in.
"All right," I say. "What should we do now, then?"
Name: Felipe Halepes Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
i head into the supermarket with my truck lights off
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
He replies: "Looks like the virus controls from the head. Your a neurosurgeon, so use what you know." __________ Name: Felipe Halepes Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
You hop into your truck, and keep the lights off. You start the 5 miles into town. Almost immediatly after you enter the city-line, you hit something, and feel a big bump. Someone, or something, screams; feminenly.
__________ Name: Felipe Halepes Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
"Er, yes sir. Do we have any patients with the zombie disease?"
Name: Felipe Halepes Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
You stop, and hop out the truck. Its a homanid figure, and its groaning... alot. Its too dark to make a positive ID though. __________ Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
"I don't know. You'd want to check in with Sanders, he distributes the vacines."
Name: Felipe Halepes Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
throw him in the back (the very back) of the truck and continue on
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
Gender: Male Occupation: Farmer Physical Description: Tall-ish,5 o' clock shadow,slight mustache, "mexican" tan,wears glasses, slightly chunky --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: hammer,2 days worth of crops,Pitchfork Weapon: Ruger GP-100 Special: Agora (working outside for long periods has allowed you to resist the affects of the sun, wind, rain, or other weather conditions) --------------- Bio: Lived as a young boy watching Scary B-movies, hated them, when he was 16 he was your typical smart aleck. Had B/C grades, some friends, and was slightly cool. When he got older he studied agriculture to become a farmer. After 4 years in college he graduated and lived on a small farm in California with his fiancee and a kid on the way. When the infection came his wife was at work but never came home, after a few days he got worried but soon figured what happened when a few Zeds wandered on the farm. He killed them with his Ruger GP-100 he kept under his pillow (epic hiding spot).
You rush over to him to pick himm up, without stopping to identify who... or what, it is. Its a man, and it looks like his legs are shattered. He loses unconscioness, and you lay him in the flatbed. (You should die right now. You failed to make an ID on the figure, so what if it was a Zed? You would be too busy trying to pick them up that you wouldn't have time to defend yourself. They bite you, and its game over. As you just started, I'll let you by with this mistake. Do it again, and I won't be so lenient.) __________ Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
You go find Sander's office, and find his door open. You walk in, and see him at his desk, with a dazed expression on his face.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
I'll keep my distance, ready to escape if need be. Surgical saw, at the ready. "Sanders? Are you feeling okay? We need to know if there are any patients here with the zombie disease."
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
Sanders jerks back into reality.
"... What?"
"Are there any patients with Titan, or who were given the HIV/AIDs Vacine?" You ask again.
"Yea. They've been put into ICU, all the beds with a red clipboard at the foot of the beds have been infected. Oh man oh man, this is all my fault..."
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
"It's not your fault, you were trying to do a good thing and you could not have known." I'll use whatever I can find to secure all the patients that are infected; tie them to the bed, bind their hands and feet, whatever.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
You comfort Sanders, than head to ICU. You begin to restrain the patients. There already showing signs of their transformations through their medically induced coma. Suddenly, the door bangs open:
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???" Its Dr. Verdun, the head of ICU. Two police officers back her up. "We have to take care of these people, and your in the process of violating your oath! Explain yourself!"
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
"I am in fact, both keeping to my oath and fulfilling it, actually. I am not harming the patients by restraining them and I am justified in doing so; if I did not restrain them, they would hurt themselves or others. Is it not part of the Hippocratic Oath that I must prevent injury as well? By containing the patients that have already contracted this disease, I am preventing them from not only spreading it, but harming themselves and others."
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Dark Brown Hair(classic collegiate cut), Brown Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, Antiseptic Agent, Surgical Scrubs. Weapon: Surgical Saw. Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems ease, and without stressing out) --------------- Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
Understanding, and a little pity, flashes in Dr. Verdun's eyes. "I under stand, but you still can't do that. Besides the oath, we also have the media and family we have to think about. If it got out that were tying up people, there would-"
She's cut off, as an elderly lady burst into the room.
"Rick, Rick?" She sees 'Rick' strapped into his bed. "OH MY GOD, what are you doing?" She runs over to 'Rick' and begins to pull at the restraints. An Officer soon grabs her, and she's led out of the room kicking and screaming:
"Let me go, let me go you b*****d! Rick needs to come hooooooome..."
Dr. Verdun looks pointedly at the door. "Maby it'd be best if you left.
