CodeAeon

Scene Of Breakfast W/ Plat. (They Are In A 2 Floor Abandoned House) I awake around 5 spacial time, 6 am Est. I throw my pet left overs from last night. Sitting on my makeshift bed, a couple of crates with straw and a cloth on top, I watch him as he absorbs the food and begins digesting it. It's always fun watching him digest his food, after all you can see right threw him. Heading toward a crate full of food that I had near the door, I hear gunshots ring out. I rush back to my bed, picking up my heat rifle, and slung it over my shoulder. Then I grab my .900 cal snipe pistol, a pistol I modified to be just as affective as a sniper rifle which

My Story For My Infection Collection On Second Life: (Note This Isn't Spell Checked And May Have Some Improper Grammar) You And A Team Of Top Ranked Doctors And Scientists Have Gone Into A Deep Unexplored  Jungle, Reason You Have Gone Is To Find New Life, Investigate Recent Tribal Dissaperances, Collect Samples, And Maybe Find Some Cures. As Your Exploing You Triped On A Weird Root... Your "Science Exploration" Is About To Go Terribly Wrong. 1 Day Later, One Of The Doctors Notice A Rash On Your Leg. They Try To Quarintine You Immediately, But They Are To Late. It's Spread To Half The Team, 1 Week After You Tripped On The Root You Have Turned