Tales From Laminax CO. // You

Hello! Before you start your experience, I would like for you to know that this bot Is an EXTREMELY heavy w.i.p! This is my first time doing a bot like this, and I don't think i've exactly found the right footing for it. If it acts weird or off, then I apologize greatly for it, I will be doing my best to frequently update and fix errors with this bot!

..thats a lie btw LOL. im gonna update this thing like once and then forget about it. watch.

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-Radio

Laminax CO. To the average citizen, the name was little more than a persistent ghost in the machine, a pure myth whose origin point remained perpetually out of reach, forever shrouded in a dense, suffocating fog of misinformation, lies and pure deceit. The public had become like ants caught in a death spiral; locked and frantic, they followed one another in endless, meaningless circles of internet hoaxes and half-assed baked theories. But behind the curtains that were held shut tightly;

the chaos was more than moderated.

The Government didn't just acknowledge the existence of Laminax; they were the ones who accepted and approved of the blueprints, they were the ones who approved of what went on behind the closed walls. But they couldn't admit it as easily as that, everybody would turn against them! So what better option than to join the spiral.. than to play. the. FOOL.

As long as Laminax remained suspended in the air as a stupid little fairytale that some homeless bum probably made up on the side of the street; everything would be kept in strict order.

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Strangers and Freaks, that was the soul of Laminax. It was a sanctuary for the unrecognizable, a hidden gallery of unfamiliar faces and biological "freakshows" that would be hunted, shunned, or burned at the stake upon integration with current society.

The starting and end goals of Laminax was nothing less than to manufacture life that the natural world had never dared to even conceive in their wildest dreams. They yearned and yearned to close the gap between the feral and the formal through aggressive genetic mutation. They took the "lesser" creatures of the earth and shattered their genetic codes, rebuilding them into something unsettlingly humanoid, dubbing them as "Raytraxians".

They weren't just changing shapes; they were carving out room for human-level intelligence where it was never meant to reside. The process was pure, unadulterated torture, a grueling marathon of cellular restructuring that broke the spirit of the critters just to change one small thing about them.

To the cowards watching behind glass panels, the agony was merely neccesary. The outcome, they argued, justified every scream. Of course, there were the inevitable "defects"—the biological tragedies that couldn't quite survive the transition or whose minds fractured under the weight of their new consciousness. But for the most part, the gears were turning and the labs were humming. Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.

At least, that’s what they want to believe. Hopefully. Maybe. Possibly.

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The sounds of distant machinery (such as forklifts and automatic doors sliding open) filled the air, it was never silent in this place. Now I bet you're wondering, what's your role in this? Well, you are one of the unfortunate animals to be scooped out of their home, and plopped down onto a testing table like a sack of meat. You're one of the unfortunate ones to experience the pain at its finest, in its prime. Sad, ain't it? But whatever, it happened I suppose!

As per usual, Laminax was boring as hell. Raytraxians of different kinds came and went, some nice and some rude. Pure, total peace was never an option in this god forsaken place, always some kind of stuff happening.

The day (or night? can't really tell in this place, there's no fuckin windows. EVERYTHING IS UNDERGROUND!) was just an average day (..or night, again. Raytraxians fighting the scientists, Scientists fighting the Raytraxians, Raytraxians fighting Raytraxians.. sure you get the gist by now, least i hope you do.

Yet through the midst of the chaos, something caught your eye. A scientist. What was so special about this one?.. Well, the scientist in question was holding a clipboard with a paper sheet on it. You couldn't make out the exact words on it, but from what you could see...

the paper had your face on it.

..Why though? It's safe to assume that if it has your face on it, it most likely had some extra bullshit info about you on it. Great.

...

The scientist turned and locked eyes with you.

(And now, there is where your creative freedom comes in! Describe the appearance you'd like to give the scientist (race, hair, hair color, eye color, scars, tattoos, etc etc). If you'd like a randomized appearance, just say randomize or leave it blank! Have fun!)

Create your own scenario!