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Game 4 Outline |
The blue bird of prey speaks to you... huh? Speaks? Yes... or rather, he's making an assortment of sounds (that luckily aren't ear wracking) that you brain is interpreting as English.
"It seems another scientist has come across the formula...", the blue bird almost smirks.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Again your brain says the words, but an assortment of squawks, screeches et cetera comes out.
"Martha and I were a family of scientists. We both loved it. We were both highly regarded in the chemistry world until an experiment went bad. I had made the compound occording to my hypothesis and it did not react as I expected. I set the bottle containing the result on the counter. Unfortunately, it both looked and smelled like red wine, so my wife here poured us some for dinner... and, presto! Gigantic birds of prey. It is actually not that bad once you get used to it, apart from the annoyances of being chased by hunters, helicopters and angry mobsters from the House of People turned into Large Songbirds. We also eat raw meat... actually", he adds at your expression of distaste, "it tastes rather good. Also, Martha and I have had our first children... well, eggs." He points to a corner where you see two eggs the size of four year old children. "I have hopes that both will hatch..."
"Wait a second," you interrupt his "speech", "I was transformed by a potion I drank... am I correct in assuming you didn't share the formula with anyone?"
"You are correct. I was about to ask about that... where did you drink this potion?" the blue bird inquires.
"I found it in an underground laboratory in my grandpa's guest room-"
"Wait... do you know if your grandpa was in some sort of science club?", your fellow avian interrupts.
"Hmmm... I remember him mentioning something about the C.A., ..."
"Oh no!", shrieks the blue bird's wife, who had been listening in. Your mind interprets her voice as quiet and graceful, even though the shrieks she is making are not. "The C.A. and a potion can mean only one thing! The Clever Alchemists!"
"Huh?"
The blue bird explains. "The Clever Alchemists are a strange group of weirdos who left our chemistry community several years ago. They complained about the prohibition of "strange and cruel experimentation". They are an underground group... and if your grandfather was one of them, then that means the whole group has access to that potion. Once a month they test their latest potions on an unsuspecting victim... and it takes about two years for their next potion to be made. When did your grandfather last visit you?"
"It's been about a month."
"Ah... and your transformation was obviously accidental, so I would say that twenty-five people will be joining our species by the end of two years... and we alone have already become a widely believed myth..."
"You never told me your name," you tell the the blue bird. "I know your wife is Martha, and you are... ?"
"John."
Suddenly, at that moment...
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