3rd Evolution - [Video]
[Alex paces back and forth in front of the video feed, before finally calming himself. He takes a deep breath, then sits down, sliding back his hood.]
I can finally take all of this place in. I think I've acclimated enough to feel more stable, now. I tend to be standoffish with some people. I'm sorry about that.
Considering the nature of this world, the people in it, and the one causing trouble by bringing us in, I think I might as well come clean with this network. Let the other "unique" people know, so we can avoid trouble in the future. There's always the chance that someone else from my Earth could end up here, someone who knows my past. In case of that, I think it's better for you to know now, rather than hear it from someone else, later. I'll give you all full disclosure. I'll try to sum it up as best I can, both the good and bad, and you can make your judgments accordingly.
Alex Mercer was bio-technician. A man who cared about his research more than he cared about people. He helped designed a new virus, called Black-light. A quickly evolving, mutagenic retrovirus that had an incredible ability to absorb and mimic host cells. One day the military decided he was too smart for his own good, so they tried to kill him. In a rage, he broke a vial of Blacklight on purpose, dying of gunfire in the process. The infection spread quickly, transforming people into...things. Monsters, you'd probably call them. Even buildings were covered with the stuff. Manhattan became a war-zone, all the bridges cut off from the rest of civilization. A military group, Black-watch, had full permission to make martial law, and started "purging" the population.
Alex was the most unique victim, though. The virus got into his dead body directly, consuming and transforming every cell. A perfect mimicry of the host. One so good...even the virus thought it was Alex Mercer. I'm that virus. I used to think I was the real deal, and in a vengeful two weeks of bloodshed, I carved my way through platoons of soldiers, infected, government experiments, and every military weapon they could throw at me, thinking they were responsible. I stopped the main infection from spreading, eventually. Then I stopped the military from dropping a nuke on Manhattan, their attempt at covering things up and cutting their losses.
That's who I am. That's what I've done.
Do you still want someone like me to represent "heroism"?
[OOC: Sorry for making three posts in three days, but I just wanted to make sure Alex established himself well with people who might have missed him.]
I can finally take all of this place in. I think I've acclimated enough to feel more stable, now. I tend to be standoffish with some people. I'm sorry about that.
Considering the nature of this world, the people in it, and the one causing trouble by bringing us in, I think I might as well come clean with this network. Let the other "unique" people know, so we can avoid trouble in the future. There's always the chance that someone else from my Earth could end up here, someone who knows my past. In case of that, I think it's better for you to know now, rather than hear it from someone else, later. I'll give you all full disclosure. I'll try to sum it up as best I can, both the good and bad, and you can make your judgments accordingly.
Alex Mercer was bio-technician. A man who cared about his research more than he cared about people. He helped designed a new virus, called Black-light. A quickly evolving, mutagenic retrovirus that had an incredible ability to absorb and mimic host cells. One day the military decided he was too smart for his own good, so they tried to kill him. In a rage, he broke a vial of Blacklight on purpose, dying of gunfire in the process. The infection spread quickly, transforming people into...things. Monsters, you'd probably call them. Even buildings were covered with the stuff. Manhattan became a war-zone, all the bridges cut off from the rest of civilization. A military group, Black-watch, had full permission to make martial law, and started "purging" the population.
Alex was the most unique victim, though. The virus got into his dead body directly, consuming and transforming every cell. A perfect mimicry of the host. One so good...even the virus thought it was Alex Mercer. I'm that virus. I used to think I was the real deal, and in a vengeful two weeks of bloodshed, I carved my way through platoons of soldiers, infected, government experiments, and every military weapon they could throw at me, thinking they were responsible. I stopped the main infection from spreading, eventually. Then I stopped the military from dropping a nuke on Manhattan, their attempt at covering things up and cutting their losses.
That's who I am. That's what I've done.
Do you still want someone like me to represent "heroism"?
[OOC: Sorry for making three posts in three days, but I just wanted to make sure Alex established himself well with people who might have missed him.]