Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-36309590-20181022002858/@comment-36309590-20181029003331

Meanwhile in an abandoned house on the city outskirts.....

Troy moved from table to workstation with ferver as he mixed different virus strains. He chuckled to himself as he worked. Soon the Obitus Virus would be complete. When he released it on the unsuspecting human population of the city it would cause severe cerebral damage, turning them into the perfect slaves. Not too intelligent to rebel and not too stupid to be completely useless. All he had to do was finish up some minor genetic sequences that would make the virus avoid those with the X-Gene.

"Soon the tables will turn." He says, holding a testube up in front of his face. "Soon the Age of Mutants will dawn."