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Nick	October 11 2008, 07:07 PM
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 25 Group: Member Member #52 Joined: October 9, 2008	Andrew made the cross symbol across his torso. His faith kept him strong. With death a distinct possibility, it was always good to keep the Lord in mind. "Ah, a Christian, I see. Good to know we have someone else here praying for our safety." "What?" Andrew spat on the ground. "I have no use for your made up Jehovah,I worship a higher power, my god, I am a Noodle." "...what?" "A Noodle. A follower of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Have you never heard of us? I am not suprised. Too few have found the true faith in life. Too few have felt his noodly appendage on their hearts." The man turned away from him and never spoke to Andrew again. Andrew loved messing with people. All his life he had been a prankster. This was the first time he had had to do anything serious, being drafted into the army. The gun felt strange in his hands, to think, he'd be doing something real for once. Scenario: Scientists have made a massive breakthrough in genetics. Germ line gene therapy has been perfected. For anyone willing to pay, people can have their future children to be genetically enhanced in whatever way they want. The first generations of Customs (custom people) frightened the population. Their perfection in beauty and physical prowess were impressive but frightening. They were practically superheroes. They were the best at everything they did. Normal people couldn't compete. Soon, there was hatred for them. The hate built up so much the government soon banned genetic altering. Now, it can only be done in side alley operations, which are incredibly dangerous and ultimately fruitless. The remaining Customs are now hated by the normals for their perfection. -Sorry for forgetting to post my scenario. Edited by Nick, October 11 2008, 07:39 PM.


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