Post by John Dark on Jul 20, 2013 16:32:53 GMT
Doctor's Recording: July 20th, 2029
"I have arrived in the United States a week ago, and have already prepared my newly purchased loft in a general, isolated part of town. The real estate agent urged me to purchase a finer, more suited apartment, or town house within the city, and that for a man of my profession and status, I should own a finer, more respected place. According to her, this place has been condemned for some time, due to squatters, drug dealers, and all sorts of nasty elements proclaiming this building their own. Of course I was adamant for this place, because of personal reasons, and finally, the bird lamented once I invited her to a local pub and got her drunk and hot enough to sign the paper work for me. A shame I had to kick her out the next morning, but never the less, I got the deed to the place, and renovations went smoothly as soon as I arrived.
I have taken to the second floor for my living quarters, and furnished it appropriately, and the first floor to be my lab, so that I can work on my condition in peace without much notice from the people of the hospital. I have to be careful here, and not allow myself any real notice from my fellow colleagues, lest they discover what I am, or worse, discover what I am in the most unfortunate of situations. Though, knowing how these Americans live in their lifestyles, I'm not surprised that anything can be passed under their noses without much suspicion. They're like the gullible audiences to a magician's trick. While they are looking in one hand, the real trick is happening elsewhere in the other hand.
Scratch that last part from record later.
I recently purchased and installed a steel cage in the basement of this loft. It is sound proofed, as requested, explaining that I intend to use it for musical purposes, and giving the strength I gain under my beastial form, I am taking no chances with this, so I personally coated the entirely of the cage with liquid silver, which is drying up as we speak. Of all the things I have learned so far, I have gained much strength from my condition, far above the norm of an average human's, including an increased healing factor. However, it seems that the only thing that is gained from this, is my healing factor is dampened by contact with silver to my flesh. It burns like hot coals to my skin upon contact, and leaves a nasty mark, that does not heal for at least a day, or so. I am also to report, that once in contact with the silver, I experience a case of nausea soon afterwards, and feel partially drained. While most would feel a bit of unease at discovering their own kryptonite, I have come to embrace it for protective purposes. Mostly for the event that the animalistic part of me attempting to escape. I suppose that all of those legend according to lycanthropy were not all fictional at all.
In a way, I am still reluctant to believe that my case is something from a children's book, but it has given me a broader insight into what I am becoming. But despite claims of mysticism, and supernatural lore proclaiming that "supernatural" is definitely what I have become, I will find a cure. A way to reverse the process. Though reversing the process is the overall goal of this, I would be a mad man to not desire to keep some of the more desirable traits that come with my condition. If only I could separate the beast factor from this, I could discover the remedy that has halted mankind's evolutionary process for ages. Perhaps, in time, I can learn to further it, and make this unfortunate infection the key to mankind's next step to a higher plane of being. One can only hope that I can find the way.
My alarm has went off. It is now eight o'clock, Pacific time, and I feel the change coming. I have already removed all clothing, and am preparing to lock myself inside the cage. The cameras are now on, and now, more than ever, I feel the change coming, as with all of the changes, I feel a rise in my body temperature. In order to properly open and close the cage, I have purchased a pair of welder's gloves to prevent any injuries from touching the cage. I keep the gloves in the cage with me, hanging over the cage, with the key inside. To date, as a beast, I have yet to try and rip the gloves from the ceiling, and continue to hope that my incoming savage mind will not try to tonight. Goodnight, and with science on my side, I intend to find the cure."
"I have arrived in the United States a week ago, and have already prepared my newly purchased loft in a general, isolated part of town. The real estate agent urged me to purchase a finer, more suited apartment, or town house within the city, and that for a man of my profession and status, I should own a finer, more respected place. According to her, this place has been condemned for some time, due to squatters, drug dealers, and all sorts of nasty elements proclaiming this building their own. Of course I was adamant for this place, because of personal reasons, and finally, the bird lamented once I invited her to a local pub and got her drunk and hot enough to sign the paper work for me. A shame I had to kick her out the next morning, but never the less, I got the deed to the place, and renovations went smoothly as soon as I arrived.
I have taken to the second floor for my living quarters, and furnished it appropriately, and the first floor to be my lab, so that I can work on my condition in peace without much notice from the people of the hospital. I have to be careful here, and not allow myself any real notice from my fellow colleagues, lest they discover what I am, or worse, discover what I am in the most unfortunate of situations. Though, knowing how these Americans live in their lifestyles, I'm not surprised that anything can be passed under their noses without much suspicion. They're like the gullible audiences to a magician's trick. While they are looking in one hand, the real trick is happening elsewhere in the other hand.
Scratch that last part from record later.
I recently purchased and installed a steel cage in the basement of this loft. It is sound proofed, as requested, explaining that I intend to use it for musical purposes, and giving the strength I gain under my beastial form, I am taking no chances with this, so I personally coated the entirely of the cage with liquid silver, which is drying up as we speak. Of all the things I have learned so far, I have gained much strength from my condition, far above the norm of an average human's, including an increased healing factor. However, it seems that the only thing that is gained from this, is my healing factor is dampened by contact with silver to my flesh. It burns like hot coals to my skin upon contact, and leaves a nasty mark, that does not heal for at least a day, or so. I am also to report, that once in contact with the silver, I experience a case of nausea soon afterwards, and feel partially drained. While most would feel a bit of unease at discovering their own kryptonite, I have come to embrace it for protective purposes. Mostly for the event that the animalistic part of me attempting to escape. I suppose that all of those legend according to lycanthropy were not all fictional at all.
In a way, I am still reluctant to believe that my case is something from a children's book, but it has given me a broader insight into what I am becoming. But despite claims of mysticism, and supernatural lore proclaiming that "supernatural" is definitely what I have become, I will find a cure. A way to reverse the process. Though reversing the process is the overall goal of this, I would be a mad man to not desire to keep some of the more desirable traits that come with my condition. If only I could separate the beast factor from this, I could discover the remedy that has halted mankind's evolutionary process for ages. Perhaps, in time, I can learn to further it, and make this unfortunate infection the key to mankind's next step to a higher plane of being. One can only hope that I can find the way.
My alarm has went off. It is now eight o'clock, Pacific time, and I feel the change coming. I have already removed all clothing, and am preparing to lock myself inside the cage. The cameras are now on, and now, more than ever, I feel the change coming, as with all of the changes, I feel a rise in my body temperature. In order to properly open and close the cage, I have purchased a pair of welder's gloves to prevent any injuries from touching the cage. I keep the gloves in the cage with me, hanging over the cage, with the key inside. To date, as a beast, I have yet to try and rip the gloves from the ceiling, and continue to hope that my incoming savage mind will not try to tonight. Goodnight, and with science on my side, I intend to find the cure."