Post by ink on Feb 18, 2012 11:24:52 GMT -7
The official anniversary of the apocalypse is the 19th of August in the year of 2012. This date marks the first recorded case of what would later be called Tanner's Disease. It all started, however, with the creation of a company called Tannercorp. It is named after it's founder, one Jacob Tannerman. Tannerman was a scientist who found the magic formula of genetically engineered food. He all but solved world hunger and drastically lowered the prices of food world-wide. There were those that opposed that red T in a blue circle, but what was their argument? Tannercorp was feeding the hungry and providing healthy and cheap food to the poor.
Tannercorp was a miracle to many, it's food strong and able to grow big and luscious, more so than its natural counter-parts, even in the harshest of climates and its meat grown in labs producing more food in less space than animals could, without the cruelty that most factory farms possessed.
Then, Tannercorp met its doom. Its Board of Directors decided that vaccinations were Tannercorp's future. The vaccinations were much like its food; affordable and widespread to those who needed it most. A miracle.
Until it wasn't.
As it turned out, the way the chemicals needed to create the genetically modified food and those in the vaccinations would mix together in the bloodstream was a lethal cocktail, just waiting under the surface until the body confronts an illness.
Tanner's Disease.
Brain degeneration. That is the first step. It manifests as a desire to consume other humans. Their blood, specifically. Only human blood. There are side effects of consuming human blood to those who have Tanner's Disease, however. The eye is a very fragile organ and very closely connected to the brain. First step victims find their pupils becoming ragged stars in their torn iris's, bright lights suddenly painful. The discover they have no appetite for regular food, though blood itself is not enough to sustain them, and they find their desires stronger, the brain degeneration causing a de-evolution of sorts, the intelligent human mind becoming more animalistic and passionate. Their saliva turns to a sweet venom that those who aren't victims of Tanner's Disease find drug-like in its effect, lulling and pleasurable.
The second step lays within the resistance of the first step. The brain so desires human blood that when denied, the desire of escalates into that of human flesh. Second step victims do not have a choice to whether or not they give in. They simply do. However, the effects of consuming human flesh is dire. It causes further degeneration within the brain. Pain exists no longer for second step victims and their body starts destroying itself, organs rotting alive within their gut, boils erupting on their skin, blood trailing from their eyes like tears, their muscle atrophying and their body consuming itself, leaving them emaciated.
The slang for First and Second Stage victims of Tanner's Disease? Vampires and Zombies, naturally, though neither are among the dead.
But it has been many years since the 19th of August in the year of 2012. Technology has advanced, the rich pouring their money into creating floating cities to escape the chaos of the surface. There are still wars and remarkably human-like androids have become a reality to fight them with all of the most modern technology imbedded into their human-like bodies. Airships have replaced airplanes, small groups of people living among the clouds and the floating cities in the large, bird-like vessels.
This is the world now.
“It's been almost cinque anno, now, since the world ended," Fiora commented to Sebastian as they finished the walk to the Tin Pony. The Tin Pony was a sleek and black but small airship.
"Really?" Sebastian asked, leaning on the Tin Pony casually as she tapped in the code into the panel left of the door. The door clicked clicked and Fiora swung it open, grabbing the handle on the inside and stepping up inside. Sebastian followed suit.
Fiora nodded "Si. I've been keeping track. I'm surprised you haven't been."
Sebastian shrugged, "I've been busy, you know. And I only care about the anniversary, anyways."
"You would," Fiora teased, maneuvering between storage cabinets that held her clothes and equipment to the cockpit, knowing without looking that Sebastian was right behind her, his presence running incorporeal hands down her back as he followed her. She settled down into the pilot's chair on the right. She buckled up her seat-belt, clicking the two sections together in the middle and tightening the straps. She glanced up, "Be my co-pilot," she offered to Sebastian, her
brown eyes shining in a smile. She pulled her dark, curly hair back into a ponytail, a tendril escaping and hanging out, and she put her headset on.
Her question was a familiar one. Sebastian nodded, wearing a crooked grin, and gave an equally comfortable and easy answer, "Sure."
He sat down and followed the same ritual of getting settled into the chair as Fiora, strapping on his seatbelt but not bothering to brush his messy, blood-red hair out of his eyes when he put his headset on. She flipped a switch and tapped a couple buttons, setting the engine humming.
"I heard that Restoration Site is going to visit Synual," Sebastian offered up to the quiet air, referring to the two large airships that belonged to Dominion and RESTORE, respectively. From the corner of his eyes he saw Fiora's lips tighten into a line.
"Yes," she said sharply, "I heard that, anche."
Sebastian glanced to the side, not replying to her as he pressed and held a button on the radio and reported: "Location: 43° 46' 0" N, 11° 15' 0" E; AIRFirenze. Elevation: 1.85 Kilometers above Sea Level. Date: 15 August 2017. Time: 0900 GMT on the dot. Dominion personnel Bloodwraith Captain comma S.W.A.R.M. Captain Marcstrom and Biotechnology Research/Development Manager Maniscettino checked into airship: Tin Pony. Tin Pony ASCC: 189b2. Fuel: 100 percent. Heading: 52° 10' 38'' N, 2° 11' 51'' W, Elevation: 46 meters; Keaper's Hold. Over."
A voice buzzed back with a thick Italian accent, "Va bene, got it, you two have permission to lift off."
Sebastian nodded then looked over at Fiora, "You ready?"
She smiled, "Si. Andiamo!"
Buttons were pressed and switches were flipped and soon enough, the Tin Pony was on it's way to Keaper's Hold.
As they flew through the air, Sebastian asked, "So, what does your dad think of this mission?"
"I did not tell him," Fiora sighed. "He thinks I'm going directly to Synual."
"Mm," Sebastian hummed, "The mom thing, right?"
She nodded, "Si. Even a simple mission like this, he is afraid of my death! I have been on worse missions, and without Dominion's top Bloodwraith by my side," she smiled at him.
"Heh," Sebastian huffed, a small smile creeping onto his face. He shook it off, "I think he's just worried."
"I know he's worried," Fiora replied, sighing, "I just wish he wouldn't."
Sebastian nodded, "Yeah."
[Italian translations:
cinque anno: five years
anche: also, too
andiamo: let's go
And I'm pretty sure you know what Si means XD]
Tannercorp was a miracle to many, it's food strong and able to grow big and luscious, more so than its natural counter-parts, even in the harshest of climates and its meat grown in labs producing more food in less space than animals could, without the cruelty that most factory farms possessed.
Then, Tannercorp met its doom. Its Board of Directors decided that vaccinations were Tannercorp's future. The vaccinations were much like its food; affordable and widespread to those who needed it most. A miracle.
Until it wasn't.
As it turned out, the way the chemicals needed to create the genetically modified food and those in the vaccinations would mix together in the bloodstream was a lethal cocktail, just waiting under the surface until the body confronts an illness.
Tanner's Disease.
Brain degeneration. That is the first step. It manifests as a desire to consume other humans. Their blood, specifically. Only human blood. There are side effects of consuming human blood to those who have Tanner's Disease, however. The eye is a very fragile organ and very closely connected to the brain. First step victims find their pupils becoming ragged stars in their torn iris's, bright lights suddenly painful. The discover they have no appetite for regular food, though blood itself is not enough to sustain them, and they find their desires stronger, the brain degeneration causing a de-evolution of sorts, the intelligent human mind becoming more animalistic and passionate. Their saliva turns to a sweet venom that those who aren't victims of Tanner's Disease find drug-like in its effect, lulling and pleasurable.
The second step lays within the resistance of the first step. The brain so desires human blood that when denied, the desire of escalates into that of human flesh. Second step victims do not have a choice to whether or not they give in. They simply do. However, the effects of consuming human flesh is dire. It causes further degeneration within the brain. Pain exists no longer for second step victims and their body starts destroying itself, organs rotting alive within their gut, boils erupting on their skin, blood trailing from their eyes like tears, their muscle atrophying and their body consuming itself, leaving them emaciated.
The slang for First and Second Stage victims of Tanner's Disease? Vampires and Zombies, naturally, though neither are among the dead.
But it has been many years since the 19th of August in the year of 2012. Technology has advanced, the rich pouring their money into creating floating cities to escape the chaos of the surface. There are still wars and remarkably human-like androids have become a reality to fight them with all of the most modern technology imbedded into their human-like bodies. Airships have replaced airplanes, small groups of people living among the clouds and the floating cities in the large, bird-like vessels.
This is the world now.
“It's been almost cinque anno, now, since the world ended," Fiora commented to Sebastian as they finished the walk to the Tin Pony. The Tin Pony was a sleek and black but small airship.
"Really?" Sebastian asked, leaning on the Tin Pony casually as she tapped in the code into the panel left of the door. The door clicked clicked and Fiora swung it open, grabbing the handle on the inside and stepping up inside. Sebastian followed suit.
Fiora nodded "Si. I've been keeping track. I'm surprised you haven't been."
Sebastian shrugged, "I've been busy, you know. And I only care about the anniversary, anyways."
"You would," Fiora teased, maneuvering between storage cabinets that held her clothes and equipment to the cockpit, knowing without looking that Sebastian was right behind her, his presence running incorporeal hands down her back as he followed her. She settled down into the pilot's chair on the right. She buckled up her seat-belt, clicking the two sections together in the middle and tightening the straps. She glanced up, "Be my co-pilot," she offered to Sebastian, her
brown eyes shining in a smile. She pulled her dark, curly hair back into a ponytail, a tendril escaping and hanging out, and she put her headset on.
Her question was a familiar one. Sebastian nodded, wearing a crooked grin, and gave an equally comfortable and easy answer, "Sure."
He sat down and followed the same ritual of getting settled into the chair as Fiora, strapping on his seatbelt but not bothering to brush his messy, blood-red hair out of his eyes when he put his headset on. She flipped a switch and tapped a couple buttons, setting the engine humming.
"I heard that Restoration Site is going to visit Synual," Sebastian offered up to the quiet air, referring to the two large airships that belonged to Dominion and RESTORE, respectively. From the corner of his eyes he saw Fiora's lips tighten into a line.
"Yes," she said sharply, "I heard that, anche."
Sebastian glanced to the side, not replying to her as he pressed and held a button on the radio and reported: "Location: 43° 46' 0" N, 11° 15' 0" E; AIRFirenze. Elevation: 1.85 Kilometers above Sea Level. Date: 15 August 2017. Time: 0900 GMT on the dot. Dominion personnel Bloodwraith Captain comma S.W.A.R.M. Captain Marcstrom and Biotechnology Research/Development Manager Maniscettino checked into airship: Tin Pony. Tin Pony ASCC: 189b2. Fuel: 100 percent. Heading: 52° 10' 38'' N, 2° 11' 51'' W, Elevation: 46 meters; Keaper's Hold. Over."
A voice buzzed back with a thick Italian accent, "Va bene, got it, you two have permission to lift off."
Sebastian nodded then looked over at Fiora, "You ready?"
She smiled, "Si. Andiamo!"
Buttons were pressed and switches were flipped and soon enough, the Tin Pony was on it's way to Keaper's Hold.
As they flew through the air, Sebastian asked, "So, what does your dad think of this mission?"
"I did not tell him," Fiora sighed. "He thinks I'm going directly to Synual."
"Mm," Sebastian hummed, "The mom thing, right?"
She nodded, "Si. Even a simple mission like this, he is afraid of my death! I have been on worse missions, and without Dominion's top Bloodwraith by my side," she smiled at him.
"Heh," Sebastian huffed, a small smile creeping onto his face. He shook it off, "I think he's just worried."
"I know he's worried," Fiora replied, sighing, "I just wish he wouldn't."
Sebastian nodded, "Yeah."
[Italian translations:
cinque anno: five years
anche: also, too
andiamo: let's go
And I'm pretty sure you know what Si means XD]