Jim Stark, a simple civilian making a living selling arms to the town so they may defend themselves from the horrors hiding beneath their feet, but sometimes the
monsters come out into the light just to drag you down with them.
It was a day like any other, Jim woke up smelling of cheap booze and tobacco, his small house in pinewood barely keeping him warm at night, he slumps out of bed to start his day of selling weapons and scrounging for supplies from the surrounding supply crates left behind by army detatchments. Walking across the blistering ice he sees potential customers, men who already have weapons but who said less is more? He calls out to them with a simple "Hey Fellas! You lot wanna buy some guns?" They looked across the frozen lake with a sharp stare, they turn to eachofer once more and disappear behind the hills, Jim thought nothing of it, and continued towards the local tesco.
Upon exiting the Tesco, Jim bumps into the same men he saw across the lake, but this time they brought four others, all of them armed to the teeth, with devilish intent and foul odors of chemical residue, they get close and ask "You selling guns right?" Jim gulps and responds "Ehh....yeah that's right, listen I don't want no trouble" They interrupt with a brief "You want money follow us", without a second thought Jim complies, worried about what will happen if he refuses. After a short brisk walk through the snow, an entrance to a bunker appears in the distance, upon reaching it, he can see it is locked with some kind of biometric security system, baffled by the sheer advancement of this he simply became less worried about the outcome, surely people this advanced wouldn't want to waste their time with me right? He was wrong.
The doors opened, and at the same time a bag is put over Jim's head, and his hands tied behind his back, he is then pushed and told to move forward or face death, Jim is terrified, all he wanted was some money for dinner tonight, and now he may not see the morning, his mind was racing and his heart was pounding with ferocity. Jim is placed on a bed , the bag is taken off and he is surrounded by people in hazmat suits, all holding large needles, Jim shouts "NO NO NO PLEASE LET ME GO ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING, I GOT GUNS, DRUGS YOU NAME IT, JUST PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME" They chuckled at the attempt to plea for his life, then all 5 of them stabbed their needles into different parts of his body, his neck, his arm, his abdomen, his leg and his belly, the liquid was a very opaque black colour, and it burned as it seeped into Jim's veins, he then gasped and landed in the snow, before he could think he gasped again, and this time landed on the roof of his own home, crashing through the roof, before he hits the floor he gasps one last time and appears on the top of a hill, overlooking a huge army base, covered in lights and glass windows, he
calls out for help with a whimper, and drifts into a deep slumber.
Jim awakes 7 hours later, feeling hollow and without hope, as he stumbles home he realises his hands have become blackened, like he had been digging through a tar pit with his bare hands, but that was not the worst of it, he gets home and looks in the mirror....all he sees is a monster, glowing white eyes and a chalk like fixed expression, he tries to scream out loud but nothing comes out but a cry, every second he is becoming more helpless, what kind of person does this to a human being? Now Jim just does what he can to survive, he can no longer digest food, he has to drink chemicals he finds around town, as they are the only thing that bring him sustenance now.
"The Interdimensional Dealer" - Jimbo 'Dapper' Jones
People are knit picking so I will say this, This pac does not involve special powers, purely a cosmetic pigemntation caused by anomolous exposure, while researchers are allowed to teleport around site, people should be allowed to look slightly anomolous on the surface.
Heavy Gun Dealer PAC Request
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monsters come out into the light just to drag you down with them.
It was a day like any other, Jim woke up smelling of cheap booze and tobacco, his small house in pinewood barely keeping him warm at night, he slumps out of bed to start his day of selling weapons and scrounging for supplies from the surrounding supply crates left behind by army detatchments. Walking across the blistering ice he sees potential customers, men who already have weapons but who said less is more? He calls out to them with a simple "Hey Fellas! You lot wanna buy some guns?" They looked across the frozen lake with a sharp stare, they turn to eachofer once more and disappear behind the hills, Jim thought nothing of it, and continued towards the local tesco.
Upon exiting the Tesco, Jim bumps into the same men he saw across the lake, but this time they brought four others, all of them armed to the teeth, with devilish intent and foul odors of chemical residue, they get close and ask "You selling guns right?" Jim gulps and responds "Ehh....yeah that's right, listen I don't want no trouble" They interrupt with a brief "You want money follow us", without a second thought Jim complies, worried about what will happen if he refuses. After a short brisk walk through the snow, an entrance to a bunker appears in the distance, upon reaching it, he can see it is locked with some kind of biometric security system, baffled by the sheer advancement of this he simply became less worried about the outcome, surely people this advanced wouldn't want to waste their time with me right? He was wrong.
The doors opened, and at the same time a bag is put over Jim's head, and his hands tied behind his back, he is then pushed and told to move forward or face death, Jim is terrified, all he wanted was some money for dinner tonight, and now he may not see the morning, his mind was racing and his heart was pounding with ferocity. Jim is placed on a bed , the bag is taken off and he is surrounded by people in hazmat suits, all holding large needles, Jim shouts "NO NO NO PLEASE LET ME GO ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING, I GOT GUNS, DRUGS YOU NAME IT, JUST PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME" They chuckled at the attempt to plea for his life, then all 5 of them stabbed their needles into different parts of his body, his neck, his arm, his abdomen, his leg and his belly, the liquid was a very opaque black colour, and it burned as it seeped into Jim's veins, he then gasped and landed in the snow, before he could think he gasped again, and this time landed on the roof of his own home, crashing through the roof, before he hits the floor he gasps one last time and appears on the top of a hill, overlooking a huge army base, covered in lights and glass windows, he
calls out for help with a whimper, and drifts into a deep slumber.
Jim awakes 7 hours later, feeling hollow and without hope, as he stumbles home he realises his hands have become blackened, like he had been digging through a tar pit with his bare hands, but that was not the worst of it, he gets home and looks in the mirror....all he sees is a monster, glowing white eyes and a chalk like fixed expression, he tries to scream out loud but nothing comes out but a cry, every second he is becoming more helpless, what kind of person does this to a human being? Now Jim just does what he can to survive, he can no longer digest food, he has to drink chemicals he finds around town, as they are the only thing that bring him sustenance now.
"The Interdimensional Dealer" - Jimbo 'Dapper' Jones
People are knit picking so I will say this, This pac does not involve special powers, purely a cosmetic pigemntation caused by anomolous exposure, while researchers are allowed to teleport around site, people should be allowed to look slightly anomolous on the surface.
Heavy Gun Dealer PAC Request
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