Robert Mcflopper Sr Notes

=== August 7, 1967 (Day 1) ===
The lab, I've been there over and over again nothing I want to document, but this experiment we're doing just needs to be documented, this could change EVERYTHING we know about our minds, it starts with Test-J873 but I like to call it "The Change." My son believes using an unknown chemical on a rat, to something intelligent is a big step. but what does he know? he isn't the one working on this experiment, just me and a few others. On August 7th, 10:54 PM we finished, after 6 hours of work we pleased the boss and he accepted testing on a caracal. 5 minutes after injection we noticed some strange tentacle-like objects growing from it's torso. We are scared of what happens if we give him more, but we carry on. On the second injection I saw his eyes coming out of his head, like a slug. More tentacles are growing from him. but it's time for us to leave. and come home. 
=== August 8, 1967 (Day 2) ===
We come back to the lab, the monster we've made started to swell, with cancer-like bumps all over its body. This thing we have made became horrible, although my entire livelihood relied on this job. After the third injection it took less time for it to transform. more eyes began to grow, I'm not sure how it did that, it began to grow more legs, not normal legs like you and it's but spider-like, i'm horrified i tell the boss we need to stop with this experiment, he said no. I then warned him that more injections might lead to it thinking on its own, he told me to "not to worry about it" and it won't do anything to it. I decided, to give the creature food and water, so I would be spared, and to save my life, I told my friend to inject it into him instead of me, he complied. the fourth injection he began to speak, speak to me. he thanked me for giving him the food, but he was still mad about the injections, I said that I wanted it to stop but my boss wouldn't let me, he showed no emotion. This thing, which was once recognizable as a caracal was now a sentient cancer. A cancer that I could not shake the guilt from creating. But that would only manifest…
=== August 9, 1967 (Day 3) ===
That day, when I returned to the lab, the cell that once housed the creature had now exploded open. There were no dark spots on the walls, it was pressure that caused it. As we were investigating, we heard a filthy groan reminiscent of that of a growl, no where near the cage that once housed it. I briefly froze in fear, and spotted a doorway out. As I was leaving, I heard sounds that could only be described as incomprehensible, gripping, piercing tendrils and delving pincers, my co-workers, were no more. In a desperate hope to escape, I made a break for the hallway. I looked from the corner and saw one of my co-workers flying towards me. My Co-worker had struck the wall at such a force it annihilated the column that was once the corner I peeked from. The grotesque remains that survived the collision with the wall fell over me, launching me to the floor. I had fallen into a temporary form of shock under my co-worker. Though every second of it was in terror, disgust, but it saved my life. As I lay there, in my own personal hell as punishment for my crimes against humanity; the screams that bounced throughout the hallways ceased. I feared for my family’s life. I had to go home.
=== July 12, 1968 ===
I returned to this journal after nearly a year away from there. A distant memory has already overwritten which I was certain would haunt me for the rest of my days. When I left that lab, I walked upon a city perfectly functioning when I returned home. I expected to find it in ruin, like this was a sci-fi movie. But it wasn’t. It was operating fine. Though the creature had left, I was sure that it would wreak havoc. I ran home, still covered in blood. I barely saw the faces of the people that witnessed me in my delusional state of panic. But when I came home it was better than when I left. I peered in through the window of my old house that housed my family, that was now appearing like a garden of eden. My heart stopped. I saw myself. My own self, tending to my family as I would when I had just gotten to work. I turned around, and saw shadowed heads staring at me from across the lawn. Their prying eyes had dug deeper than any knife a man could wield. They were not man nor woman. These were extensions of the creature I brought into this world. It was punishing me. I left the city with many different emotions I couldn’t explain in writing. Incomprehensible script flooded my mind and my vision darkened. I closed my eyes.
=== — ===
The city of Jacksonville has been struck by a deadly plague that has rapidly spread and infected nearly every individual of the city. The United Flops Government, through a hasty debate, decided that they would stop the infection in the only way they knew how. On August 9th a stealth bomber under a undisclosed codename called in for a landing at Jacksonville Airport. It was allowed into the airspace, and moments later Jacksonville was struck by a thermonuclear warhead that would render north florida and southern georgia irradiated for three years before the dust in the atmosphere cleared, and the United Flops government was able to conduct a detoxification operation that would have the area around Jacksonville safe by 2000.
=== — (Alternate, not canon to the page yet, concept only) ===
On August 9th, 1967 a biologist named Robert McFlopper would sprint out of his lab covered in blood and screaming. He was making a break for the outskirts of the city when his trajectory changed towards a house down the road. He would press his face against the window and watch the family inside, which an entire neighborhood of followers witnessed this and attempted to surround him and call the police. Eventually, though: He was apprehended. His lawyer stated that he pleaded insanity when challenged of the murder of his co-workers. He was placed into a mental institution. In the mental institution, Robert McFlopper has began to bloat and expresses “pressure against the back of his eyes” which has bewildered physicians in the institution. Several tumors were found on his body, and he is in the process of being treated. Other notes from the doctor say that black, tendril like limbs have been growing out of him.
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