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Post by Lord Greevon on Oct 27, 2009 23:21:39 GMT -5
Clark's Journal - January 23rd 1916:
Very good news for today. Mr. Willson has invited me, of all people, to help him further his research at the facility near... oh whats the name... that cold place with all the ice. Cannot beleive i forgot but it will come back to me. Anyhow, i'm not sure on the specifics but it has something to do with a syrum of a sort. Sounds exciting! I get to venture off to a far away place and research alongside the greatest mind i have ever had the pleasure to meet! I will write more on this affair tomorrow. i really must be getting sleep. Don't want to laze around all tired tomorrow when i should be packing!
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Post by Lord Greevon on Oct 28, 2009 21:24:09 GMT -5
Clark's Journal - January 25th 1916:
The train ride was very long. I'm getting restless... I'm very lucky though. My personal assistant appointed by Mister Willson is a rather cute girl. I'm not sure if she likes me but that doesn't matter. She's stuck with me anyways. I just hope she has an attitude to match her looks. I really should stop writing now. She is sitting next to me and I think she looked over and read that. Very embarassing...
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After a rather boring introduction I was introduced to Mr. Faux, my "protector." I really don't like the sound of that. What do I need to be protected from? I'm rather spry at 28 years of age and if there is anything I would need assistance to escape from I don't think I should be here. Oh, well i'm sure it's just protestors or something like that. My assistant (who's name I recently found out is Ms. Calheart) has shown great interest in the medicine aspects of this little adventure of ours. She is a medical student from New York and has been chosen as my assistant to help with the side effects or health issues with the syrum that I am to aid in the creation of. Her attitude is sub-par. Not only has she been cold to me several times since we got off the train but she cannot for the life of her remember my name. "Mr. Calvert!", "Mr. Colber!" , "Mr. Logan!" That last one doesn't even start with C! This woman must be purposefully irritating me or is the daftest person I have laid eyes on!
(impeccable timing i must have. she looked at my journal as i was writing that very sentance and then gave me an evil scowl! from now on i'm only writing in the privacy of my bedroom)
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 17, 2009 22:49:32 GMT -5
Clark's Journal - January 26th 1916
A wonderful sleep I had last night. Not really something I would normally write here but it was unnusually peaceful. I have not slept like that for as far back as I can remember. This whole place seems to have a calm feel to it. I suppose they must do something to the air to keep the employees content. They are working with dangerous substances and it would be disastrous if anybody made a false move from stress. Then again, it might be just me. ____________________________________________________
Mr. Faux...I don't really trust him with my personal health. He seems rather laid back and refers to me as "Lab coat guy, with the glasses." Anyways, I just got out of a meeting with Mr. Willson and he explained the details of the syrum. It is supposed to mutate the genetic code of humans and reassemble them as the perfect soldiers. Sounds like the setup to a horrer novel to me but can you imagine the benefits? Such advances would surely benefit our boys over in Germany. This could end the war! Ah, but i'm getting ahead of myself. This syrum is years away from perfection. Maybe even decades... No scientific revolution just yet but if I work hard enough this could put an end to all this bickering between foreign nations. When one nation is in supreme power, then the world can truly be at peace. As for how the syrum works well, i better not write it down here where someone may find it. But it is so amazing! Shooting fire from your fingertips, the strength of a hundred men. Almost invincible the American soldiers will be!
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Post by Lord Greevon on Dec 18, 2009 21:52:00 GMT -5
Calheart's Diary - January 24th 1916:
You would think by now I would be getting better job offers but the best I can get is helping some push-over make sure he doesn't screw up with some kind of syrum and kill all of the patients he administers it to. I've read up a bit on some of his past projects- he is a complete imbecile. Back in 1910 he was working on some machinery and forgot to tighten the bolts before turning it on. He set back the whole project by four months and got himself dismissed from the select group. It really is a wonder how he manages to persuade organizations to hire him but it must not be that hard. Continually, he is placed near the head of his group and, continually, he ruins everything. And I have to work with the buffoon. I would say "At least it won't be boring." but the truth is, I'm not even allowed to know what the syrum does. My basic orders are "Make sure it doesn't kill anyone and if it does find out what killed them."
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Black Cat
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This shit is so old
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Post by Black Cat on Mar 13, 2010 9:35:15 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]you need to finish this .really mr.hentai it's really good[/glow]
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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 13, 2010 22:46:04 GMT -5
mmmkay then. Just stop calling me Mr. Hentai. Like I told you, Oscar deserves that title more than me! Also, it may be easy to get lost in this one so remember to pay attention to the dates on each entry.
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Black Cat
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This shit is so old
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Post by Black Cat on Mar 13, 2010 22:49:48 GMT -5
you need to fix it so that we can use the chat rooms
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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 13, 2010 22:57:44 GMT -5
Calheart's Diary - January 25th 1916:
What a choice example of man he is! Just as I think he wouldn't be that bad to work under, I see him writing things about me, or more specifically my body, in his journal! Now every time he looks at me I get the sense he is undressing me with his eyes! It isn't too late right? I can just quit. But it took so much just to get this. The bills are piling up. I won't give in. Mother always said "Find a man to settle down with and take care of you." I'll prove her wrong that I can live by myself! __________________________________________
To annoy Mr. Clark I have been calling him different names every time he talks to me. Childish but he seems to react well to it. Gets him steemed up. Also, we were introduced to a very handsome man. He is to look after us while doing research and work here in Antarctica. To get a kick, I told him to call Mr. Clark "Lab coat guy with glasses." whenever they meet. He said he'll start first thing tomorrow.
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Post by thats so ravenholm on Jul 6, 2013 14:19:17 GMT -5
make this into video game
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