[TITLE] The Corpse Collector
[DESCRIPTION] The stench of rotting flesh permeates all around, where those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish. Those who were infected would live and die as a rotting corpse. And anyone who refused a vaccination would be dragged to the wilderness to die there, waiting for their time to rot.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "We've already destroyed these people's lives, do we need to finish off nature as well?" questions @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ temperature. "The bodies, over time, will decompose and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to set up military check points all along the outskirts, so that no-one stumbles into the wilderness by accident."
[EFFECT] the @@ADJECTIVE@@ wilderness is spookily quiet
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask -- don't tell' policy
[DESCRIPTION] The stench of rotting flesh permeates all around, where those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish. Those who were infected would live and die as a rotting corpse. And anyone who refused a vaccination would be dragged to the wilderness to die there, waiting for their time to rot.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "We've already destroyed these people's lives, do we need to finish off nature as well?" questions @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ temperature. "The bodies, over time, will decompose and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to set up military check points all along the outskirts, so that no-one stumbles into the wilderness by accident."
[EFFECT] the @@ADJECTIVE@@ wilderness is spookily quiet
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask -- don't tell' policy
[TITLE] The Corpse Collector
[DESCRIPTION] Anyone who refused a vaccination was dragged to the wilderness to die there -- waiting for their time to rot. Those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish -- to live and die as a rotting corpse. Now the stench of human decomposition has permeated nearby towns, making the living feel as sick as the dying.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "We've already destroyed these people's lives, do we need to finish off nature as well?" questions @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ temperature. "The bodies, over time, will decompose and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to set up military check points all along the outskirts, so that no-one stumbles into the wilderness by accident."
[EFFECT] the @@ADJECTIVE@@ wilderness is spookily quiet
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask - don't tell' policy
[DESCRIPTION] Anyone who refused a vaccination was dragged to the wilderness to die there -- waiting for their time to rot. Those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish -- to live and die as a rotting corpse. Now the stench of human decomposition has permeated nearby towns, making the living feel as sick as the dying.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "We've already destroyed these people's lives, do we need to finish off nature as well?" questions @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ temperature. "The bodies, over time, will decompose and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to set up military check points all along the outskirts, so that no-one stumbles into the wilderness by accident."
[EFFECT] the @@ADJECTIVE@@ wilderness is spookily quiet
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask - don't tell' policy
[TITLE] The Corpse Collector
[DESCRIPTION] Anyone who refused a vaccination was dragged to the wilderness to die there -- waiting for their time to rot. Those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish -- to live and die as a rotting corpse. Now the stench of human decomposition has permeated nearby towns, making the living feel as sick as the dying.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "That dreadful odour is insufferable," states @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ own temperature. "However, the bodies will decompose over time and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to evacuate those nearby towns -- get the healthy as far away as possible from those wretched souls."
[EFFECT] ghost towns are named after real ghosts
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask - don't tell' policy
[DESCRIPTION] Anyone who refused a vaccination was dragged to the wilderness to die there -- waiting for their time to rot. Those who were infected with the Maxtopian Pox, a disease that starts with decaying flesh, then skin shrivels up, and finally, muscles fall cleanly off the bone, were left to perish -- to live and die as a rotting corpse. Now the stench of human decomposition has permeated nearby towns, making the living feel as sick as the dying.
[VALIDITY] link to option 2 from No. 1013
[OPTION] "That place is full of the infected," declares General @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@, your Chief of Staff, his face set in a scowl as @@HE@@ fiddles with a box of matches. "We need to napalm that whole area, it's the only way to ensure that any and all diseases contained in that region are eradicated for good."
[EFFECT] wildfires are no longer an act of nature
[OPTION] "That dreadful odour is insufferable," states @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Health Minister, as @@HE@@ nervously checks @@HIS@@ own temperature. "However, the bodies will decompose over time and the Maxtopian Pox, without a host body will die off too. The government only needs to evacuate those nearby towns -- get the healthy as far away as possible from those wretched souls."
[EFFECT] ghost towns are named after real ghosts
[OPTION] "I'll get rid of those bodies for you, but only for a sizeable fee," says a man in a shivery voice, wearing a threadbare robe, the hood obscuring his face. He clears his throat. "You can call me... The Corpse Collector. Don't ask me what I'll do with them, it's better to spare you the unpleasant details, but let's just say, I have a use for them."
[EFFECT] funeral parlours have a 'don't ask - don't tell' policy