~ The Roleplay Chat Thread ~ More updates, check pg 1!

[duckluv]

Quote:
Hummm.....my mind is dead.

*Ding!* Lightbulb!

You'll get to see what it's about in just a bit!

While I wait I shall listen to Spaghetti Cat.

 

[BirdNut]

Spaghetti cat?

 

[duckluv]

Yes, Spaghetti Cat.

 

[BirdNut]

Mmmkay...

*Starts typing up the story*

 

[duckluv]

*Listens to Spaghetti Cat*


*Waits for Gobb to finish*

*Goes to get something for lunch*

 

[BirdNut]

Robert Farley, or simply 'Rob' as his friends, family, and acquaintances preferred to call him; was a man with a boundless love for animals, specifically birds. He had a strong urge to help the world, and he'd always dreamt of being a successful and rich man. He was a scientist with an incredible knowledge of biology, and he'd saved enough to be taught in the schools known for their education. He was an ambitious man; trying to make the impossibilities into possibilities, tampering with nature and genetics, or as his wife saw it, 'playing God'. She wasn't fond of his practices with genetics, as sometimes the experiments led to monstrous creatures, or worse; to mere death. Despite failures, his enthusiasm and determination always remained unchanged.

A particular experiment that he had been working on was leading to many deaths and failed experiments. His goal was to take the most productive of farm animals, chickens; and make them so that they would not fall victim to predators, instead, would be able to fight them off on their own. It was a goal that many people were skeptical of, and had strong doubts of. Farley did not. He'd cloned before, so he knew much of genetics and how to manipulate them.

"Scientist Robert Farley tries for 'superchicken'," Read the title of a newspaper he was reading one evening, his story had apparently arrived on the newspapers. He read further, "Skeptics say it is impossible, according to William, an assistant in the project." Farley was annoyed by all of the disbelief, but kept reading, "They are using genetics from large birds of prey, and some even some with reptiles. They are using breeds of high production in the mix, with small combs to increase cold hardiness. Unfortunately for Farley, there have already been casualties." Farley placed the paper in the trash, and went back to work in the lab.

Farley entered the room full of experiements, sad to have noticed more casualties yet. Some were still on the brink of death; breathing but not thriving. Some were born as hideous monsters, which he culled. To his suprise, one remained, the little chick was bouncing off of the walls and trying to play with the lethargic cagemates. It cheeped loudly as Farley approached it, a broad smile touched his cheeks as he picked it up, "I have succeeded!" He exclaimed dumbfoundedly to himself, admiring the chick. He placed the chick under a heat lamp for the night, and went to sleep.

He awoke, the little aquarium's glass was shattered, and the chick was gone. After all of that work, all of those years, he'd finally thrown his hands in the air and gave up. He did not remember what he used in the mix of that chick. His research hit an abrupt dead end...

 

[BirdNut]

To be continued!!

 

[duckluv]

Awesome.

 

[BirdNut]

What do you think s/he should be mixed with? I would like it to be mostly if not completely bird. Which gender?

 

[duckluv]

Female, Welsummer and hawk?