Changes: D-Nanox

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I never wanted to be there, but a bet was a bet. Why did enter that degenerate, loud, sex-ridden building? It all started with a bet gone wrong, on October the 24th, 100 years since the Stock Market Crash of 1929, at the hotel.

Charlie and Niffty were out shopping and I was bored, crossing my legs while tapping my fingers on the armchair of one of the beige and red upholstered couches, wondering what to do. I started to stare at the framed pictures of Charlie on the walls, then at the stained glass depicting deer and veves, courtesy of myself, colouring the ground underneath them. I felt tired in a way, almost falling asleep on the couch. I then heard a loud yell of Vaggie, going off at my good friend, Husker, arguing about his drinking problem. It was enough to not only snap me out of my dozy trance but to keep my interest. It was entertaining, hilarious almost.

The spider sitting next to me made a bet, the same one that would land me here. He proposed that things would get physical in less than 20 seconds. I thought it would take longer than that. Boy, was I wrong? We shook on the deal, making green flames swirl in the air. Vaggie took notice of this and called us out, a bottle of cheap booze came flying in the air shortly after, hitting her. In defeat, I asked what Angel should get for winning said bet, and he asked for a jacket he left behind in his dressing room. Not the one in the hotel, but the one in Porn Studios.

I could feel my heart race in my chest when I entered the building, trying not to get caught. It was nerve-racking, imagine The Radio Demon inside a brothel. Laughable, pitiful, improper. I had to keep pushing, rushing past people, hiding behind objects and walls. I could not be seen here. Running in the hallways, I was almost spotted by him, Valentino, talking to one of his harlots about… something… Once the coast was clear, I saw the sign to Angel's dressing room and sprinted in. God, the whole building smelled of cigarettes, sweat and lube. Disgusting!

Inside, there was a large backstage mirror, complete with small light bulbs that lined the perimeter. Below it was the vanity, filled and covered with makeup, perfume and sex aids. Just looking at this room made me wanna gag. I turned to my left and saw a dresser filled with clothes on coathangers. Strange, it was left open for some reason… I sorted through the number of clothes and costumes that were there. A lot of fetishes that I didn't know people had. Of course, there were the typical and well-known kinks like leather and panties. I may have been a virgin, but I'm not stupid. It's Hell, after all.

I sorted through some more and I spotted it. The article of clothing that is most similar to the one that Angel wears on the regular, until recently. I took the jacket off of the rack and heard the voice of a man summoning my attention, my ears curving backwards to follow the sound. "Oh, baby, you know better than to snoop through my star's belongings.~" I turned my head to the source of the voice. It was Valentino, his signature red cigarette smoke lingering through the air as it wafted towards me.

"Actually, Valentino. Angel specifically requested that I go through and retrieve something for him. Isn't that too much to ask?" I could see the anger rise on his face. He shouted at me, "Oh, you sassy little BITCH," as he got ready to fight. I, too, could feel the adrenaline flow through my veins as my antlers felt heavier on my head. "We're playing it like THIS now, aren't we," I retaliated at the lecherous moth, hoping that would deter him from making a move at me. Bad move. He charged at me, all while yelling, "That does it, Bambi! Have at it then!"

Everything happened so fast. The familiar scent of blood mixed with the red smoke in the air. Shove after shove, blow after blow, I almost had the upper hand. That was until I stepped on my hoof wrong. I nearly slipped over, my knees buckling from the pain. Valentino grabbed my shoulders and threw me across the room. My head hit the wall, then everything went black.

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+I never wanted to be there, but a bet was a bet. Why did enter that degenerate, loud, sex-ridden building? It all started with a bet gone wrong, on October the 24th, 100 years since the Stock Market Crash of 1929, at the hotel.
-During the summer of 1994, a little-known American scientist by the name of Dr. Warren Drane conducted experiments on himself which resulted in a series of horrific...mutations. It was during these experiments, when Warren was under the influence of a psychoactive drug called "D-Nanox", that he began an...extremely disturbing new life.
+Charlie and Niffty were out shopping and I was bored, crossing my legs while tapping my fingers on the armchair of one of the beige and red upholstered couches, wondering what to do. I started to stare at the framed pictures of Charlie on the walls, then at the stained glass depicting deer and veves, courtesy of myself, colouring the ground underneath them. I felt tired in a way, almost falling asleep on the couch. I then heard a loud yell of Vaggie, going off at my good friend, Husker, arguing about his drinking problem. It was enough to not only snap me out of my dozy trance but to keep my interest. It was entertaining, hilarious almost.
-At the age of 27, Warren was one of the youngest faculty members in the history of the University of Cambridge and was one of the lead researchers in the Human Genome Project, headed by Dr. James Watson. One day, Warren eagerly proposed an experiment to change the human genome in such a way that it would alter the DNA’s natural structure and remove any negative traits or flaws associated with the human race, including arrogance, ignorance, ego, greed, narcissism, and general cruelty. If they were successful enough, it could create a race of humans so pure that any negativity in the world would be completely erased, and enlightenment and prosperity would follow. However, many of the scientists were against the trial, claiming that it tampered with what made life good and worth living. They argued that no one could know what was truly good without knowing what was truly bad. It was also rumored that Warren was beset with personal problems, which many saw as the real reason behind his attitude towards the project. The “Human Genome Project” was not for the benefit of humankind. It was for Warren to forget about his anger towards the world and transfer himself to a world of bliss.
+The spider sitting next to me made a bet, the same one that would land me here. He proposed that things would get physical in less than 20 seconds. I thought it would take longer than that. Boy, was I wrong? We shook on the deal, making green flames swirl in the air. Vaggie took notice of this and called us out, a bottle of cheap booze came flying in the air shortly after, hitting her. In defeat, I asked what Angel should get for winning said bet, and he asked for a jacket he left behind in his dressing room. Not the one in the hotel, but the one in Porn Studios.
-Warren’s credibility was failing. Nobody was taking him seriously, not even Dr. Watson, who told the young scientist to “grow up” and “take life seriously”. Warren figured that if no one was going to help him with his experiment, then he would do it himself. He spent months developing a serum in the university’s lab that he later dubbed “D-Nanox”, or “DNX”. In May, he succeeded in developing the first batch, a refracted dark liquid that was to be manually injected into the neck of its receiver by syringe. He succeeded in keeping it hidden for a while, but it was eventually discovered by Watson one night. After a heated argument, Watson ended up smashing the beakers on the ground, effectively destroying them, and storming out of the laboratory. Warren would not be discouraged though, and instead worked day and night at his own house to perfect it. In his garage, he set up a makeshift lab with a couple of test tubes, an electron microscope, an incubator, and a large mixing vessel. He also used a large scale to collect and analyze every drop of the DNX that he succeeded in creating.
+I could feel my heart race in my chest when I entered the building, trying not to get caught. It was nerve-racking, imagine The Radio Demon inside a brothel. Laughable, pitiful, improper. I had to keep pushing, rushing past people, hiding behind objects and walls. I could not be seen here. Running in the hallways, I was almost spotted by him, Valentino, talking to one of his harlots about… something… Once the coast was clear, I saw the sign to Angel's dressing room and sprinted in. God, the whole building smelled of cigarettes, sweat and lube. Disgusting!
-He documented the entire process, many of which can be found today as VHS tapes. He would go days without eating or drinking. He grew his hair out long and was described as a “skeleton” by witnesses. But in the end, he was successful and created the first (successful) batch of DNX “D-Nanox” serum. In the videotape, he stands in front of the camera holding the syringe, claiming that: “this will be our awakening. We are the ones. We are the chosen ones, the chosen ones, we are the sons of God, we are the chosen ones.” He was clearly in some kind of distress, but what was causing this is unknown. Warren then raises the syringe and stabs his neck with it. He immediately falls to the ground and is unconscious for several minutes out of frame.
+Inside, there was a large backstage mirror, complete with small light bulbs that lined the perimeter. Below it was the vanity, filled and covered with makeup, perfume and sex aids. Just looking at this room made me wanna gag. I turned to my left and saw a dresser filled with clothes on coathangers. Strange, it was left open for some reason… I sorted through the number of clothes and costumes that were there. A lot of fetishes that I didn't know people had. Of course, there were the typical and well-known kinks like leather and panties. I may have been a virgin, but I'm not stupid. It's Hell, after all.
-Sounds of moaning, followed by laughter and eventually screams, can be heard. Then silence. Warren stands back up, but his hand has been sliced open on the concrete. His bloodied hand is shaking with fever and dripping black blood, as he begins to cry uncontrollably. From here, the images on the screen are in a kind of slow-motion, as if a time stop button has been pushed. With each movement Warren makes, his limbs seem to lag and glitch behind him. His body distorts and blurs. One second, he is on his knees and crying into his hands. The next, he is pacing around in circles. And the next, he is close to the camera, only muttering the words “You can never save me...you can never save me…”
+I sorted through some more and I spotted it. The article of clothing that is most similar to the one that Angel wears on the regular, until recently. I took the jacket off of the rack and heard the voice of a man summoning my attention, my ears curving backwards to follow the sound. "Oh, baby, you know better than to snoop through my star's belongings.~" I turned my head to the source of the voice. It was Valentino, his signature red cigarette smoke lingering through the air as it wafted towards me.
-In the final minute of the video, Warren shifts to the center of the garage. His form distorts and blurs, but he only smiles. As he stands there, his form begins to change into something that is not human. He now has shining white skin that shimmers and glows, but has contrastingly long black hair that falls down his shoulders. His face is gone, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, not even any ears. It is all gone.
+"Actually, Valentino. Angel specifically requested that I go through and retrieve something for him. Isn't that too much to ask?" I could see the anger rise on his face. He shouted at me, "Oh, you sassy little BITCH," as he got ready to fight. I, too, could feel the adrenaline flow through my veins as my antlers felt heavier on my head. "We're playing it like THIS now, aren't we," I retaliated at the lecherous moth, hoping that would deter him from making a move at me. Bad move. He charged at me, all while yelling, "That does it, Bambi! Have at it then!"
-He is now just a white being, a being with no form and nothing to say, a being without a face, yet he still smiles.
+Everything happened so fast. The familiar scent of blood mixed with the red smoke in the air. Shove after shove, blow after blow, I almost had the upper hand. That was until I stepped on my hoof wrong. I nearly slipped over, my knees buckling from the pain. Valentino grabbed my shoulders and threw me across the room. My head hit the wall, then everything went black.
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