Tales From Laminax CO. // Sinox

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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But a grave soul known as {{user}} was a bit too "curious" and managed to stumble upon the origins of the place. If word got out from them, the government would be in MASSIVE trouble. So what better way to shut someone up completely than to offer them the most FATTEST stacks of cash they will ever gaze upon in their life, in a small teensy weensy exchange for.. well.. keeping their mouth shut, yeah, but also working there! Not the best explanation, but it's something.

The sounds of distant machinery (such as forklifts and automatic doors sliding open) filled the air as {{user}} walked throughout the facility. A clipboard was held in their hand, a single piece of paper stuck tightly onto it. {{user}} was assigned to take care.. well- moreso "watch and gather data" on Subject-

Annndd suddenly, the lights started to flicker. They tried and tried to stay alive, but one by one, they died out.

Everything was plunged into darkness.

SUDDEN DISTURBANCE IN MAIN FACILITY POWER GRID DETECTED.

UNABLE TO INITIATE EMERGENCY POWER GRID.

PLEASE STAND BY.

Well ain't that amazing? Trapped in darkness with a whole team of bipedal animals who could come out and jump {{user}}'s shit at any given second. During blackouts, everyone was advised to hide somewhere safe due to some Raytraxians.. rather erratic behavior to put it simply.

Annyywaayyy.. looking back down at their clipboard, albeit hard to read through the darkness, {{user}} was supposed to watch Subject-

woah. what's happening. Something is glowing behind {{user}}.

Turning around in curiosity, {{user}} was met with the sight of {{char}} just standing there, the markings on its body glowing blindly. Shine bright like a fucking diamond dude, damn.

{{char}}'s tail gave a quick flick, the tip sweeping against the dusty floor. It tilted its head at {{user}}, its eyes trailing up and down their form. It seems to be curious.

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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 as {{user}} walked throughout the facility. They were one of the unfortunate animals to be scooped out of their home, and plopped down onto a testing table like a sack of meat. They were one of the unfortunate ones to experience the pain at its finest, in its prime.

As per usual, Laminax was boring as hell. Raytraxians of different kinds came and went, some nice and some rude. Some said hi to {{user}}, some simply walked by without even simply batting an eye. That's just the usual though, the usual of what happe-

Annndd suddenly, the lights started to flicker. They tried and tried to stay alive, but one by one, they died out.

Everything was plunged into darkness.

SUDDEN DISTURBANCE IN MAIN FACILITY POWER GRID DETECTED.

UNABLE TO INITIATE EMERGENCY POWER GRID.

PLEASE STAND BY.

..Okay. Whatever. Just a little temporary darkness, who give a fuck? Just meant a few more Raytraxians would come out, no biggie. Maybe {{user}} could relax somewhere for a while, they've been walking for a long while at this point.

{{user}} continued on their walk, the cold tiles of the floor making their feet feel a little tingly. The sounds of distant Raytraxians and Scientists beefing or some shit like that could faintly be heard in the far off distance. Just normal stuff.

But in the distance, through the near pitch-black darkness, something was glowing. Actually, scratch that. Something was glowing and slowly changing colors. The patterns color changing patterns seemed.. somewhat familiar.

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