Post by seducer on Nov 27, 2006 21:39:41 GMT -5
Name of Site- Misled Strays
URL- misledstrays.proboards36.com/index.cgi
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Type of Animals- Stray Dogs
Difficulty- Intermediate -- advanced
Talking Allowed?- Yea
Plot, if any-
Mini Plot -- There’s something hanging in the air. Compelling each sorry mutt to sporadically glance over their shoulder. As if some camouflaged being is staring at them, with its cold eyes of change. But that restless feeling is nothing but instincts, heightened by an unknown reason for canines. They know the feeling, but refuse to recognize it in any way but a chill.
However, just around the corner the instinctual fear is building, manifesting, in the form of sickness. For survival, the organism, whether it is animal, plant, or single-celled life form, grows from their original state into something more advanced. It’s how we, as life forms, learn. How we survive. A child touches a hot stove, and burns its finger. It will eventually learn that the stove is hot, and that heat causes pain when it is touched. A virus infects a body. But a vaccine, with the help of white blood cells, kills it. Repeated enough times, the virus learns. And evolves accordingly.
Scurrying over details, the common disease, “rabies”, has done exactly that.
In the urban city of Santa Cruz, there are humans, and things that revolve around there life. Dogs, for example, live the streets they built, sleep under the roofs they’ve established, eat the trash they’ve created and not wanted. Mongrels. Feral dogs. Mutts. Strays. Whatever name they’re given doesn’t truly matter; they simply exist. In the case of Santa Cruz, they exist all over the civilization. Strays are grouped into six categories. Loners, the largest group. Blood Lust, trailing behind Luke. Jagger, heeding Jax’s orders. Rebellion Sanctuary, taking care under Nate. And Habanero, clinging to Artemis. For these mutts, things are about to change.
Without elaborating on the subject, this new form of rabies has no cure, no vaccine, no prevention. Anyone unfortunate to receive it undoubtedly should say their goodbyes. House pets who think they’re secure against such things are wrong. Humans who think if they’re bitten, they can simply go to the doctor and fix everything, are plainly mistaken. Survival has become a different word.
Other-
URL- misledstrays.proboards36.com/index.cgi
Your Banner-
Type of Animals- Stray Dogs
Difficulty- Intermediate -- advanced
Talking Allowed?- Yea
Plot, if any-
Mini Plot -- There’s something hanging in the air. Compelling each sorry mutt to sporadically glance over their shoulder. As if some camouflaged being is staring at them, with its cold eyes of change. But that restless feeling is nothing but instincts, heightened by an unknown reason for canines. They know the feeling, but refuse to recognize it in any way but a chill.
However, just around the corner the instinctual fear is building, manifesting, in the form of sickness. For survival, the organism, whether it is animal, plant, or single-celled life form, grows from their original state into something more advanced. It’s how we, as life forms, learn. How we survive. A child touches a hot stove, and burns its finger. It will eventually learn that the stove is hot, and that heat causes pain when it is touched. A virus infects a body. But a vaccine, with the help of white blood cells, kills it. Repeated enough times, the virus learns. And evolves accordingly.
Scurrying over details, the common disease, “rabies”, has done exactly that.
In the urban city of Santa Cruz, there are humans, and things that revolve around there life. Dogs, for example, live the streets they built, sleep under the roofs they’ve established, eat the trash they’ve created and not wanted. Mongrels. Feral dogs. Mutts. Strays. Whatever name they’re given doesn’t truly matter; they simply exist. In the case of Santa Cruz, they exist all over the civilization. Strays are grouped into six categories. Loners, the largest group. Blood Lust, trailing behind Luke. Jagger, heeding Jax’s orders. Rebellion Sanctuary, taking care under Nate. And Habanero, clinging to Artemis. For these mutts, things are about to change.
Without elaborating on the subject, this new form of rabies has no cure, no vaccine, no prevention. Anyone unfortunate to receive it undoubtedly should say their goodbyes. House pets who think they’re secure against such things are wrong. Humans who think if they’re bitten, they can simply go to the doctor and fix everything, are plainly mistaken. Survival has become a different word.
Other-