It was all an accident. Scientists were trying to figure out how someone became "evil." Was it caused by a bad past? A traumatic experience? Or was it something more? Something in someone's DNA that forced them to steal, to rape, to kill? And if
it was something in someone's DNA, could it be reversed? Countless test subjects were brought in, serial killers from various jails were tested, mental patients were experimented on, all in the name of the greater good.
Then it happened. A scientist created something, a gas that he believed could make people "evil." He tested it out on on a rodent first. When he introduced the infected rodent to the others, it immediately attacked, savagely killing it's companions. The scientist was ecstatic. If he could make something to turn rodents (and people) "evil," surely he could make something to turn them "good." In his excitement, he bumped the stoppered test tube filled with the gas onto the ground. The gas spread throughout the room before he had even realized what had happened, and he was infected. His eyes turned blood red as the urge to kill came over him.
A black mask grew over his face, and soon only his red eyes were visible. This was something that had not happened with the rodent, but the scientist didn't dwell on it. He was content with killing passerby at first, but then he realized that with his intelligence, he could do so much more. The evil scientist made more and more of the gas, releasing it on the world on October 5, 2031.
That day was a day of chaos. Some were immune to the gas, but many more were not. Most of those immune were wiped out. Mothers snapped their children's necks without blinking, lovers suddenly engaged in fights to the death. Even animals turned on each other. All humans who were infected immediately grew black masks that covered their faces. This did not happen to animals, making them even more dangerous. Those left after that day knew to avoid those with masks, but the animals looked harmless. At first.
Humanity was brought to its knees. "The Masked," as they became known, fought with each other, so their numbers dwindled as well. However, the non-infected were at much higher risk for attack, since they could not defend themselves. The Masked gained superhuman strength and speed along with their lust for blood. Humans barely stood a chance against the Masked, but some still tried to fight.
These people call themselves the Anti-Masked Numbers. They reside in New York, where most of the Masked that are left have gathered. They use every weapon available in attempts to kill the creatures. You probably know them, though. If you aren't one of them, you're one of the ones they've tried to kill. Or perhaps you're just a civilian? Better hurry to New York, then. That's your only chance of survival...
This area is the OOC area.
Talk of the story and non-RP-related things here only please, I don't want to clutter up the RP.