Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Feb 14, 2007 22:34:05 GMT -5
Tovarisch felt the warm, stale air of the strange new city wash over him. It was hot, much hotter than back home in Moscow.
Apparently this city, "Malton", was in need of some doctors, and bad. Tovarisch was fresh out of medical school, barely a resident, but with the recent virus, they needed all the help they could get, no matter the experience.
They hadn't explained the details very clearly. Something about a strange virus that affected a person's mind, bringing them to a state similar to death, and bringing out their baser instincts. The job was talked up to be a "Battle worthy of bringing glory back to the Motherland!"
Tovarisch had signed up almost immediately. He could see past the veil of duty and glory that his government had put up, but anything was better than changing bed pans at some clinic.
From what he could see from the helicopter, the bed pans were much more inviting. Buildings burnt brightly, and bodies littered the streets. He tightened his harness, and took a deep breath. The pilot gave him the signal, and he jumped, plummeting down toward the apocalypse.
OOC: And there you have it. Thats how Tovarisch ended up in the city of Malton. This RP board is gonna be fun as hell.
Apparently this city, "Malton", was in need of some doctors, and bad. Tovarisch was fresh out of medical school, barely a resident, but with the recent virus, they needed all the help they could get, no matter the experience.
They hadn't explained the details very clearly. Something about a strange virus that affected a person's mind, bringing them to a state similar to death, and bringing out their baser instincts. The job was talked up to be a "Battle worthy of bringing glory back to the Motherland!"
Tovarisch had signed up almost immediately. He could see past the veil of duty and glory that his government had put up, but anything was better than changing bed pans at some clinic.
From what he could see from the helicopter, the bed pans were much more inviting. Buildings burnt brightly, and bodies littered the streets. He tightened his harness, and took a deep breath. The pilot gave him the signal, and he jumped, plummeting down toward the apocalypse.
OOC: And there you have it. Thats how Tovarisch ended up in the city of Malton. This RP board is gonna be fun as hell.