Through the Fire and the Flames
Chapter 1: Introduction
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Before story notes: I'm making this story as my own personal enjoyment (Jerry: With all this gore?) to rest from my previous attempts at a good story, and now I'm just gonna write a completely new plotline.
You won't be able to recognize much of anything, since I'm adding in many new things to the original stuff that was in both the games and comics. This is more of a main story to a new story, and I might have some side stories to complement this one, but don't count on it.
Jerry: -looking at script- I have to WHAT!
Shut up, you're giving stuff away.
Jerry: I don't care, I think you've gone off the deep end this time man!
Well, I've only been diving into 2 foot pools in my previous attempts, so I don't want to keep hitting my damn head! Now, shut up and go do your part!
Jerry: Fine man, I'm gone... -walks away-
Stupid cat... and no, you won't see Jerry until a long time from now.
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A new city was constructed recently, and I've been relocated to there after the 'incident'. No thanks to the original city being evacuated after a failed experiment... I used to work for a nuclear testing company named Terrascape Nuclear Research Facilties. They were testing out how to use nuclear atoms to create a weapon capable of breaking the fusion of molecule bondings in organic objects, and ended up blowing up the entire facility.
That includes all of the other nuclear reactors. Many people died in that explosion, but the hazardous waste cleanup crew was able to clean out the air of the nuclear fallout. That's when people started mutating into horrible monsters, and we were all ordered to evacuate to this new city.
Trains piled full of people transported us to this place, and quite frankly, we were lucky to get away from that place. The monsters had started to mutilate remaining people and then eat their insides. I had been lucky myself to escape one of these beings by hiding in a dumpster full of trash. I had barely caught the last train to the new city, named Dutropolis. Who ever makes these kinds of names must have randomly used letters from the alphabet if you asked me.
I barely remember much, but I had been a guard at the facility when the explosions happened. I don't know if I might turn into one of those creatures since I was right there at the facility when it went in smokes, quite literally too. I've heard of some cases of people who worked at the plant had weird mutations unlike the ones outside the facilty. These mutations were much less sever somehow.
Some of my friends died there, and one of my surviving friends now is in a hospital since he had his arm chopped off by a falling peice of machinery during the mass chaos. Another had the mutation of elongated fingers, and one even had gotten elf-like ears on herself. One report of a mutation on a scientist had been he now could see much farther than any normal human being.
The new apartments they put us in are a lot better than the ones back in Robotropolis, but just don't seem to be as comforting. Maybe it's just from all the rush with this new city being all... new. The only other thing I remember from before the incident was my own name. But even that has gotten fuzzy for me to remember. I guess my mutation was to forget a lot of stuff. But that's enough about me, since I can't remember anything else really. It's all just a huge blur of blood, gore, and violence.
Really, this is becoming too much for me. Since I can't remember my name that well, I've decided to come up with my own name now. William Foster.