[SilverSamurai]

Username;; james.
Name;; Lazarus
Gender;; male

This guy will be a different kind of competition- I'm going to give a prompt, and you must incorporate it into your form somehow.
Coding is allowed, but looking more for how the prompt is used/played out. One extra is allowed, and can be art (small gifs are ok, no comics), a song, exc. but NOT extra writing. The prompt can be part of a story, part of a song, part of coding you add, as long as it's in the form!
Form requirements:
- incorporated the prompt somewhere in the form
- 500 word minimum, 1500 work maximum
that's it, have fun!

Ends - November 5th

Prompt: Ah, who would have thought? How far I've come since then.

Mutations;;
Butterfly tufts // event rare 2016

[salmons]

RES

[spirit • daydream]

Reserving

[magpiemochi.]

Doctor Irving Kultz was once a world-renowned and well respected Biologist and Chemist along with his business partner, Doctor Joseph Scott. The two had been working side-by-side for just over twenty years before all Hell broke loose. Who would have thought that the very subject matter which brought them together would also be the very thing to tear them apart?

It has been three years since Baskerville was destroyed, and while most spat a repugnant good riddance, there was one man who mourned the loss of his beloved experiments and all of his years of research. Doctor Irving Kultz was now alone in the world, barely even thankful that he managed to survive the destruction. At this point, what exactly was there to live for? Literal years of blood, sweat, and tears were poured into the research, and only in a matter of minutes, it was all taken away.

Despite witnessing the destructive massacre with his own eyes, Doctor Kultz refused to believe any of it truly happened. Of course, that initial shock only lasted a few days. The utter loneliness that he suffered on a daily basis forced the shock to be replaced with a near debilitating agony that caused him to question everything. Why did Experiment Zero choose to spare his life? Initially, Doctor Kultz was thrilled that he was the Chosen One, but the pain accompanied with loss began to tear down his metaphorical walls — he swears the viscet was exacting his revenge instead.

As the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into a full month, Doctor Irving Kultz experienced something he’d never felt in his entire life: the seven stages of grief. It struck him that he had never truly lost anything until that tragic day, and so he vowed: never again.

Never again would he allow all of his hard work to go to waste. He would rebuild — he would finish what he started, and never again would he allow anyone to get in his way.

Without a team or a crew of any kind, it would be incredibly difficult to rebuild, but if Doctor Kultz was anything, he was most certainly determined. He used an entire year to build a new laboratory of sorts. It wasn’t the best by any means, but he hoped it would serve its purpose. The following year was used to focus primarily on tracking very specific viscets and swiping their eggs without a moments hesitation.

He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t completely, one-hundred percent confident in his new experiments, but as time drove on, eggs were dying rapidly because of the constant experimentation. That was his forte, though! With Experiment Zero, he had found a way to conduct the experimentation while the viscet was still inside of the egg. Why was he having such a hard time now? When it was most vital?

Nine eggs completely wasted, ad unfortunately for him, breeding season was over for the year. Doctor Kultz refused to believe that he was doing anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault the eggs were failing, it all had to do with the strength (or lack thereof) of the viscling inside. Once he found somewhere else to place the blame, Kultz was perfectly fine with waiting until next season.

Months passed — rainy spring turned to warm summer, warm summer turned to chilly fall, and fall brought the greatest season of all. As biting cold as it was, Kultz spent the next few weeks tracking and waiting as patiently as he possibly could. There was something off about the winter months this time, however. Kurtz noticed, with a heavy heart, that there were no where near as many viscets as last season.

Five eggs.

Doctor Irving Kultz managed to collect only five eggs, and somehow he also managed to keep his anger at bay, no matter how badly he wanted to just smash the god forsaken things and forget about his stupid dream. But that’s what a quitter would do.

and Kultz was no quitter.

So, he cared for the eggs with a newfound tenderness, yet still…

#10: perished.
#11: perished.
#12: perished.

He waited, anxiety bubbling in his gut and nerves on fire, for numbers 13 and 14 to meet the same fate. He was extraordinarily careful with the two remaining eggs, making sure to not disrupt them too much, all the while pumping them full of different strands of DNA and mutated genes. Four days had passed when the Doctor noticed a crack in the shell of #14. He hadn’t handled them outside of the incubator, so it was concluded that the viscling inside had attempted to break out before its proper time, thus resulting in its own demise.

Kultz was beyond angry and only a moment away from tearing his own hair out, but he needed to stay calm if he was to care for the remaining egg. #13 went though only one more day of experimentation before it was left alone in the incubator. The hope was that the genes would permeate through and around the embryo and the egg would hatch to reveal a beautiful viscet with mutations never witnessed before by man.

Oh, was he in for a treat!

It took weeks, but the egg finally hatched, and Kultz did nothing to assist the creature within, only sat and watched as it emerged on its own. Doctor Kultz’s eyes welled up with tears as the small viscling struggled to climb on all fours within the incubator.

Kultz had warned his once best friend the dangers of naming the experiments in fear of attachment, but now, as lonely as he was, where was the harm in becoming attached to the only company he had?

He named the new project 'Lazarus', and figured it would only be appropriate if the only viscling to survive continued the project's legacy by inheriting the name.

An entire year had passed by in the blink of an eye and Doctor Kultz was unable to physically work with Lazarus thanks to his red-hot aggression. Working with him from the other side of the glass was deemed useless as well — the viscet was just too damn stubborn! Sometimes Kultz thought it might be best if he released the captured viscet... but he feared Lazarus would only come back for him to finish what Zero had started. So, he would keep the experiment behind glass until he figured out exactly what he was going to do.



It was a quiet Thursday night. August 19, to be exact. And Kultz feared he was too late. He didn't figure out what to do with Lazarus, so the viscet took it on himself. Kultz heard the glass shatter. He heard the heavy foot steps, and the claws scraping against the metal floor. He heard the giant beast of a viscet growing nearer, and nearer... and the only thing Kultz did was grab his notebook to scribble his last words:

The story of Doctor Irving Kultz may have ended, but the story of Lazarus XIII had only just begun. He took back his freedom by force, and he would find others just like him and together, they would take the world back. Together, they would fight. Together, they would conquer.

1485/1500

[*-wolfs-*]

Marking to watch

[Sullivan Maurus]

Ah, who would have thought? How far I've come since then. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was April 26th, 1986, an the morning was peaceful. There was a nice coverage of dew on the ground and the air was cool and crisp. Like the other animals of the forest, I had just woken up, and was going about my morning routine like I always had. However, the peace was disrupted by a horrific blast. Many of the animals ran, but some stayed put, while I, unlike the rest, traveled towards the source. I came to a place I was familiar with, the power plant. I stayed far away, as I could see what caused the noise. One of a reactors had exploded, and it surly wasn't good. There was a great fire and a large plume of dust and smoke bellowing up into the sky. I crept closer, not knowing of the dangers of what I was being exposed to. I watched as people developed burns all over their skin and just fell over, dead. I soon felt the same happening to myself. I noticed the burns developing all over my body and I started feeling sick to my stomach. I turned back and ran back into the forest. It wasn't until I stopped that I noticed the carnage around me. Many of the plants and animals were dead. I ran further in, only to find more animals, but these ones seemed normal. I finally stopped running after I was as far away as I could get without running into more trouble. That night was the most painful of my life. Before it happened, my fur was dull and black. But as night fell, my blistering burns started to glow a toxic green. I snarled at the pain and my mouth started foaming. I thrashed in what could only be described as pure agony as odd protrusions started pushing from the flesh on my forearms. My body finally gave in to the pain and I passed out. I awoke some time the next day. Still in pain, I pushed myself up and noticed the odd things that had sprouted from my arms last night were, in fact, butterfly wings. That day I returned to he site to find it crawling with military personnel. I thought it best to stay away, so I went back into the forest. I slept peacefully that night. The next day I wandered around, noticing how dead everything was. I felt so alone. I wandered into town to notice that people were wearing masks and they were sick. I was scared by them. I didn't know why they looked like that. I ran away and had nightmares that night. I woke up the next day to find that the town was empty. Everyone was gone. This began my lonely days. For many weeks, I crept through the town, eating whatever the people left behind. One day I happened across a deer who had just given birth to a stillborn fawn, if you could call it that. It was deformed beyond the point of no return, and so was the mother. I found them both dead that night, and watched as strangers took their bodies away in a flying machine. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. I had become member of a wolf pack, and together we ruled the empty streets of the rotting town. However, one day we heard a roar from above, and we ran from it. Some of us were hit by something, including myself. We continued running until we became loopy and fell asleep. The people were scientists. They took some fur, some blood, and other things, but to them I was special. They called me 'Chernabog', and after poking around in some rather personal spots, they found that I was a male. They put a collar on me and let me loose. I waited with the other wolves while we tried to regroup. Once the scientists had turned us all loose, we went back to our normal ways. However, things were far from normal. As years went on, people began visiting our city. While my pack hid, I stared at the strangers, snarling at them. They thought it funny and they started flashing lights in my face. I lunged at them. Even then, as they ran, they thought it funny. News of me spread, and many people came to my town to see me, and I hated it. I stayed close to the power plant, as that was off limits to visitors. As years went on, people started using small, hovering things to try and see me. I jumped up and caught them, and no one was ever brave enough to come get them. To this day, people still invade my territory to see me, Chernabog, the radioactive monster of the Chernobyl exclusion zone, and I hate it. Though, since that day many years ago, I've healed up nicely. The fur that grew over my burns was a toxic green. My wings, while pretty and delicate, only serve to hide the monster that people portray me as. Sometimes scientists catch me and test me, but they always turn me loose in the end. Every so often I'm given a new collar too. Yet, while this life is nice, I still wait patiently for the humans to come back here. The wolves and I are trying to keep it nice for them, but as years go by, the only people that come are the annoying ones. Over these many years, we learned that we had been exposed to something called radiation, a powerful thing. The scientists had always commented on how I shouldn't even be alive, but I am. I overcame all the hardships over these past 30 years, outliving many members of my pack. And while our numbers are few, we still protect the Chernobyl exclusion zone, and we shall until the day that it's rightful rulers return.

[_Nitroglycerin_]

Wip when i finish im to tired to finish it right now.Im at 353 word rn.

[Macyduke]

Ah, who would have thought? How far I've come since then.
Username: Macyduke
Name: Larkin Greenlee
The short version of the events leading up to the biggest decision he's ever going to have to make:

Larkin Greenlee is both a scientist and an inventor, who like the rebels, is trapped under the rule of a ruthless dictator who’s keen on keeping a world plagued by nuclear fallout, in his image and under his rule. Unlike the rebels who sought to overthrow their dictator and establish a new government the a few months the vile propaganda and campaigns started against viscets, Larkin was relatively happy with his life. Not to say he wasn't bitter, the man was pairing the term viscet with savage and grungy after all; not to mention turning his human neighbors against him and his small family. However it wasn't until doctors began to refused to save his son, who'd been badly beaten, did his demeanor really start to spiral out of control. His obsessive, paranoid, uncaring, short temper, and almost constant aggression paired with his inability to do anything but bury himself in his work drove his mate away. His work in an instant changed from inventing gizmos and toys to entertain and make life easier for his family, to what he believed to be the ultimate means of vengeance with a side of rescuing his son. For the most part this meant looking for loopholes in scientific laws, making countless calculations, designing a machine and building it, testing his device on countless lab rats, and readjusting his calculations. After years of work and one major lucky break, he found a means of teleporting living creatures back through time, and had acquired a massive amount of what he believed he needed to travel back.
By the time he was ready to make the trip back, which was right after he got the large quantity of the substance needed to get his device to send him back, the government had closed in on him, his purchases having tipped them off. Unable to make the final calculations necessary for him to be reasonably close to the time he planned on landing in or further testing to see if his machine could handle it, being that officers were practically breaking down his door; Larkin Greenlee decided to chance ripping apart the fabric of time, tear him to shreds simultaneously, he swung the dial on the device and pressed the center button. In an instant he was engulfed by a white light that filled the room, temporarily blinding the humans who finally managed to break down his door, before pushing them back via explosion.
When the light faded, Larkin found himself surround by a dim darkness, the only light source being the brightening sky and fading moon. He gawked at the ocean of untamed green that swayed toward him in light morning breeze. His ability to marvel at the sound of the nature around him waking up to greet the day, was somewhat muddied by his dew covered tail and hind legs. The past was significantly warmer than he would have expected it to be during this time of day, which he assumed to be nearing seven in the morning, in spite of his internal clock telling him that it was still eight or nine at night. It wasn't until he'd found intelligent life did he realize that he'd overshot his goal by a little over several hundred years, which had overloaded his time-machine, leaving him with nothing but a burnt up knob, green markings on his pelt, and a butterfly wing on the back of each arm. His views on life, unaffected by the change in time period, for a time became slightly more extreme. That is until he started to scavenging for things to rebuild his machine in junkyards. Having enjoyed the sun on his back along with the beauty of the earth without all the destruction, he started spending more of his time outdoors. However it wasn't until he fell hopelessly in love with a beautiful viscet who brought out the best of him, did he start to enjoy life and feel happy again. Eventually leaving him to have to choose between trying to save his son along with the boy's future with a side of revenge, and staying in the past with the love of his life and their chance at happiness along with a new family. I won't say which he chooses, but I will say that this arc ends with him thinking; Ah, who would have thought? How far I've come since then.
(752/1500)

[SilverSamurai]

Ends at 5pm est on Saturday (today)

[SilverSamurai]

This closed on the 5th, sorry for the late post! I will begin judging it as soon as I find free time