Quistis-Chan
05-06-2003, 09:34 PM
o_O this'll be new I guess...
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<font size=+1, color="blue">Chapter 1 </font>
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Doctor Jacobsen lived apart from the average man. He was your typical mad scientist; but with a large softspot for his offspring. Due to his early years working in the military government of the country of Brigad, he had quickly amassed large sums of money. By the age of 40, he retired to his own private tropical island- to live out his days remotely and together with his family.
Unfortunately, within the last few years of his life, him having expired by sad means at the age of 52, tragedy struck Dr. Jacobsen's family in a most severe way. A virus, cultivated and evolved upon his paradise home, fed itself upon his children and wife. Jacobsen studied the virus and tested with it in every way he could think of, but the end result was that his family had only a year of life to live before their bodies would shut down from the constant strain of fighting the strange bug...
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Mrs. Jacobsen could only manage to lift her head up from the bed she lay upon. She was the furthest gone and would be the first to go. Seeing her only able to breathe and chew each day was heartbreaking to Jacobsen. And then there are his sons...
Mrs. Jacobsen, Rebekah, looks back at her husband, Jacob. She smiles weakly in an attempt at reassuring him and upon recognition of his furrowed brow and grim expression she tries to speak comfortingly to him,
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>Sweetheart... It's alright to give up and accept what fate has in store for us... Our Seven sons will understand. You are not to blame for our condition and we have no choices left to us but to follow the way of life to the end.
<font color="blue">Dr. Jacobsen: </font>No, I will not accept this. There must be some way I can escape what is to come. I brought us to this place! I made this our home! It is my responsibility to give my children their lives!
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>But dear, you've done everything you could think of to stop this virus... It's all you could have done and you said yourself, it's beyond your abilities.
Jacob began pacing; thinking wildly of options before returning his attention to his wife.
<font color="blue">Dr. Jacobsen: </font>I'll give up on curing it then, but I won't give up on a life for my sons. If they must die then so be it, but I will not let it end there. From now on my efforts will be to finding a way for them to escape the permanancy of death. I will save our family, my beloved. They shall know a full life like we have.
Rebekah's smile was soft and small, but sadness remained in her eyes. She could not spare the energy to think on her husband's words, hope at this point required more than the woman could give.
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>Do what you can, while you can, my love.
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2 months later...
A bit about the sons is in order, perhaps, before we move on to this next date in time. They are a good sheltered lot, with few worries or desires. Raised in their father's scientific 'perfect family plan', they have all the best attributes and have miraculously escaped a lot of the worst. (Miraculously, or planned?)
Anyway, their names in descending order are: 1st born- Jesse at age 20, 2nd- Kevin (likes to be known as Kev) at age 19, then follows Ian-18, Johnathan-17, Geoffrey-16, Charles-15, and Ben-12. Each celebrates their birth on the 12th of June. (As you may have well noticed, their births were all structured, though there were 2 miscarriages should be noted, it is obvious to see when.) (Also, their parents both agreed that the 12th of June is just an all around perfect day/date, so thus noting the redundancy.)
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The Seven sons are all in the living room speaking to eachother or playing games. More specifically, everyone, except Jesse and Kev, is playing their father's enhanced version of the previously known game of "Risk"; which now includes biological weaponry (with real gurgling chemical effects), fully automated pieces that are voice activated and maneuvered, and random weather effects to bring a more true to life experience.
Jesse, more concerned with other matters, pulls Kev away from his observing and sidelines helping of his baby brother, (in action, not true age) Ben.
<font color="red">Jesse: </font>Mother died this morning.
Shock covers the agony in Kev's expression that only his voice, at a low whisper, reveals. </I>
<font color="green">Kev: </font>Is our Father planning on telling everyone?
<font color="red">Jesse: </font>Since it happened, he hasn't left his lab. I don't think we'll see much more of Father from here till the end... Let's not tell them yet, though. The less mourning they have till the end, the better for them...
Both brothers turned their backs to the rest and shed the tears they'd allow secretly together. From the point of view of their siblings around the game they would only appear as if they were conspiring some evil trick to play on everyone.
The rest would find out eventually, and they did, 5 days later. And with the news the lighted spark that would always come from an exuberant Ben died along with his interest in anything of the living. It was very clear to all that he would be next to go...
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<font size=+1, color="blue">Chapter 1 </font>
<hr>
Doctor Jacobsen lived apart from the average man. He was your typical mad scientist; but with a large softspot for his offspring. Due to his early years working in the military government of the country of Brigad, he had quickly amassed large sums of money. By the age of 40, he retired to his own private tropical island- to live out his days remotely and together with his family.
Unfortunately, within the last few years of his life, him having expired by sad means at the age of 52, tragedy struck Dr. Jacobsen's family in a most severe way. A virus, cultivated and evolved upon his paradise home, fed itself upon his children and wife. Jacobsen studied the virus and tested with it in every way he could think of, but the end result was that his family had only a year of life to live before their bodies would shut down from the constant strain of fighting the strange bug...
<hr>
Mrs. Jacobsen could only manage to lift her head up from the bed she lay upon. She was the furthest gone and would be the first to go. Seeing her only able to breathe and chew each day was heartbreaking to Jacobsen. And then there are his sons...
Mrs. Jacobsen, Rebekah, looks back at her husband, Jacob. She smiles weakly in an attempt at reassuring him and upon recognition of his furrowed brow and grim expression she tries to speak comfortingly to him,
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>Sweetheart... It's alright to give up and accept what fate has in store for us... Our Seven sons will understand. You are not to blame for our condition and we have no choices left to us but to follow the way of life to the end.
<font color="blue">Dr. Jacobsen: </font>No, I will not accept this. There must be some way I can escape what is to come. I brought us to this place! I made this our home! It is my responsibility to give my children their lives!
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>But dear, you've done everything you could think of to stop this virus... It's all you could have done and you said yourself, it's beyond your abilities.
Jacob began pacing; thinking wildly of options before returning his attention to his wife.
<font color="blue">Dr. Jacobsen: </font>I'll give up on curing it then, but I won't give up on a life for my sons. If they must die then so be it, but I will not let it end there. From now on my efforts will be to finding a way for them to escape the permanancy of death. I will save our family, my beloved. They shall know a full life like we have.
Rebekah's smile was soft and small, but sadness remained in her eyes. She could not spare the energy to think on her husband's words, hope at this point required more than the woman could give.
<font color="purple">Mrs. Jacobsen: </font>Do what you can, while you can, my love.
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2 months later...
A bit about the sons is in order, perhaps, before we move on to this next date in time. They are a good sheltered lot, with few worries or desires. Raised in their father's scientific 'perfect family plan', they have all the best attributes and have miraculously escaped a lot of the worst. (Miraculously, or planned?)
Anyway, their names in descending order are: 1st born- Jesse at age 20, 2nd- Kevin (likes to be known as Kev) at age 19, then follows Ian-18, Johnathan-17, Geoffrey-16, Charles-15, and Ben-12. Each celebrates their birth on the 12th of June. (As you may have well noticed, their births were all structured, though there were 2 miscarriages should be noted, it is obvious to see when.) (Also, their parents both agreed that the 12th of June is just an all around perfect day/date, so thus noting the redundancy.)
<hr>
The Seven sons are all in the living room speaking to eachother or playing games. More specifically, everyone, except Jesse and Kev, is playing their father's enhanced version of the previously known game of "Risk"; which now includes biological weaponry (with real gurgling chemical effects), fully automated pieces that are voice activated and maneuvered, and random weather effects to bring a more true to life experience.
Jesse, more concerned with other matters, pulls Kev away from his observing and sidelines helping of his baby brother, (in action, not true age) Ben.
<font color="red">Jesse: </font>Mother died this morning.
Shock covers the agony in Kev's expression that only his voice, at a low whisper, reveals. </I>
<font color="green">Kev: </font>Is our Father planning on telling everyone?
<font color="red">Jesse: </font>Since it happened, he hasn't left his lab. I don't think we'll see much more of Father from here till the end... Let's not tell them yet, though. The less mourning they have till the end, the better for them...
Both brothers turned their backs to the rest and shed the tears they'd allow secretly together. From the point of view of their siblings around the game they would only appear as if they were conspiring some evil trick to play on everyone.
The rest would find out eventually, and they did, 5 days later. And with the news the lighted spark that would always come from an exuberant Ben died along with his interest in anything of the living. It was very clear to all that he would be next to go...