Imperfection.

[Suraru]

"From the calm morning, the end will come
When of the dancing horse
the number of circles will be 9."
-Nostradamus

A man walks among a wasteland. In the distance, a girl screams. This lone traveler draws his military issue military rifle and runs toward the noise. He is sick of the hate, of the violence, and the rape that he sees just as he passes the hill. Anger overfills him, he runs forward with the rage fit to burst a human heart. However, this man has no normal heart. The rapists see the incoming hell about to fall upon them, they quickly finish with the girl and end her life with a quick bullet to the back of the head. Just as her would be savior arrives, the rapist dodges to the side, kicks him in the side, while his buddy puts two rounds into their attacker.

So much for good in this world. His last thoughts were of sorrow. He had tried, and he had failed. Off in the distance, a group of eleven watch, but rewind! Nukes go off in the distance, the earth shatters and large landmasses shift and crumble like some bad science fiction movie, while hundreds of mutants and dying creatures with a brain killing virus perish in the chaos. Miraculously, not the entire would is ruined, but much of it left uninhabitable. Rewind even further, but not much.

The year, is 2012, the month, of course December. I'll let you guess which day it is. The United States government is corrupted beyond degree, politicians fighting for personal wealth, instead of the good for the country. The entire world is in a state of economic hell, on the verge of collapse. Right now, many people are awing on that fact that today is the foreseen end of the world. However, they are false, it is instead, just an apocalypse. The earth will live on after today, however horrifically scarred.

A women stands in an unmarked science lab somewhere in Arizona. She is working on a cure for Alzheimer's, finally reaching a breakthrough just before the government finally takes notice and takes over, allowing her to lead a team of similar biomechanists. She is about to finalize her project on a test subject, a random citizen who offered himself to as a guinea pig. Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, a contracted mercenary trains for his next assignment in Afghanistan. He hates that shithole, but money is money, and he hasn't had a job in almost a year now.

Today the world ends, caused by the imperfection of humanity. But who will be the one to take the full blame?

Arren Ashcraft

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Lead biomechanist Arren Ashcraft. You are about to test your new experiment. You've spent years on this. You graduated collage at a very young age, and was sent to work immediately. All of your hard work is about to pay off. While you are in charge of a team of similar specified scientists, you respect them as they respect you. What you have in intelligence they have in experience, you are some of the brightest minds in a room. However, don't think you don't have a boss, the US government is controlling your team.
"Hey Arren, let's take a break before we do this, you seem a bit tense. Rituals, remember?" Says Darrel, your mentor and a member of this team. You've looked up to him since you were a child. The day you finally met him was the best day of your life, and now you're his team leader. Before ground breaking experiments, he has always believed in rituals as good luck, just a little something the both of you do, like a deep breath, a quick prayer, or even spending a minute toying with an object. After all, this is the biggest experiment of your life, maybe you should listen to him?

Jonathan Edge

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In three months, it would be a year. A whole fucking year since your last contract. Luckily the CIA contacted you a month ago telling you to get ready for redeployment. You've hit the bench and the training range. You currently live somewhere in China, just as a temporary home. Underground black markets and fighting rings have been your form of training in the past few months, and the locals don't hate you anymore for being American. You're almost out of food, and money being so long without a decent job.
You've picked up a few Chinese dialects, you're not fluent but it gets you through the day. The CIA is going to pick you up at the airport sometime tomorrow, you might as well and spend the day relaxing, it'll be a while before you're back in decent civilization. Hang on, as you stare out the window of your apartment, you see that girl. She's really good looking for some Asian pussy, and you'd like to tap that before leaving. However, you'd like to return here later, so don't do anything rash. How will you spend your day?

[Zender_Solarheart]

"And here I thought they'd forgotten me."

Jon muses to himself over the CIA's memory span, while doing some push-ups in his apartment. After nine months outside the mercenary business, Jon's surprised the warring world hasn't just moved on without him. Then again, if things are desperate enough to warrant yanking him out of retirement, then his upcoming mission will likely be quite a doozy...and assuming his clients aren't total penny-pinchers, that means a good deal of moolah for him, something he could really use right now.

"198...199...200."

Having worked up a pretty good sweat, Jon gets back up on his feet, exhaling deeply to relieve the stress from his work-out. Glancing outside the window, he spots that girl: Ling. He's known her for a while now; he first met her at a local SpiritCalibur tourney, not too long after she whooped his ass with her impressive Shun Mira build in that game...which is impressive in its own right, considering how pro he is at that game. Since then, he's hung out with her at arcades and such, sharing in the entertainment they both so earnestly enjoy. She has yet to fall prey to his masculine charm, and while he at first thought he needed only to be patient, it's clear she's not going to make the first move on this one. As much as he'd like to give her a good lay before he goes to meet his client, he'd be damn lucky to pull it off in just one day. Well, y'know what? Challenge accepted.

While walking downstairs to meet Ling outside, Jon hears some little voice in his head warning him to "not do anything rash." Odd, considering he's most certainly NOT the type that'd just jump her by force; perhaps the job offer has his conscience jumpy from some strange form of anxiety? Oh well. Upon being close enough, Jon greets Ling in the Chinese language bits he's picked up*: "Hello, Ling. Nice day, isn't it?"

*note that Jon's greeting to Ling is indeed said in Chinese. I simply have the English translation up there for readability purposes.

[Suraru]

John

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*Yeah, let's not do an entire Google translate thing here XD

You walk downstairs when you notice Ling walk out of her room. You plan to ambush her, in a friendly way. You try your hands at Chinese when you see her walk down "Nǐ hǎo, líng. Bùcuò ba, shì bùshì?" to which she replies in a laughing matter "Nǐ de zhōngguó hěn làn, nǐ yīnggāi liànxí duō yīxiē." You understand this as something along the lines of the Chinese belonging to you, sucking, and something about practicing in great numbers. She giggles and says in English "Yes, this is a good day. If you hit on me, let's go get some tea."

Enter Alex Reed

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Let's [TO BE FINISHED]

[Suraru]

He was so ugly, that everyone died.
The end.