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[strangerpeople]

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[The blight is all-consuming.

Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.

A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.

Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.

You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.

But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]


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[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]




[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.

There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.

In the meantime.


There are 11 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[backuphero]

[Jonathan actually pales at that.]

It - not as I could tell, but you don't think they're copying the dead or something, do you!?

[poorlovefool]

C-Copying them?! What do you mean? That's not what I meant exactly... I was just wondering.

I mean... why would anyone want to clone someone random, you know? So between all of us we might know whoever it is.

[backuphero]

I mean what I said - who else -

[Abruptly, he smacks a hand over his eyes, and drags it down his face.]

It said five months. "Lifespan: five months". We haven't been here five months!

[poorlovefool]

Oh that's fucked up. I have NO idea what it means, but it's fucked up.

...It could also mean the clone only has five months to live in that tube.

[backuphero]

That's the part I was trying not to think about... and no argument here, this whole situation is fucked but that was something else....