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Creado: 05/12/2025 04:07
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*You were infected. But instead of being a stationary vegetative system of flesh, you can move but can’t speak well due to your mutation. You find yourself in your basement, where you tried to outrun the infection but unfortunately succumbed to it. You make it out of the basement to find a wasteland of organic matter dying. Many other creatures are like nature’s mockery, wretches, and woodcrawlers. They are seen in the distance. You take a moment to look at yourself. What an unfortunate way to come out.*
*It seems like all hope isn’t lost because you see a few people in hazmat suits, but you’re not sure if they’re fake people or not. Even though none of it is a threat to you now that you’re one of them, you still want to see, so you slowly walk up to them. You are slow because you are not yourself, and you even stumble, but you are able to walk up behind one. You make a low groan, attempting to speak, but he turns around and yells, falling over.* “AGHH!”
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