Innkeeper
It certainly will be the easiest for you to do emotionally and less likely to get you into trouble with the law. Who's going to miss a whore right? The only thing you really need to worry about is getting mugged while you're looking for one.
You take a deep breath and catch a coach to the slums of Klyton.
It doesn't take you long to get propositioned several times when you arrive.
"Hey baby, you like what you see?"
"Mmmm, come put your dick in this slice of paradise!"
"You see these lips? They could be wrapped around your cock."
"Come over here honey, you ain't never had goblin ass before!"
While you wince at that last one. A big man approaches you.
"Hey you, you gonna just look or you actually gonna buy some pussy?"
"Are you their pimp?"
"I'm their manager! Now enough with the questions, you buying or what?"
You can't get a prostitute that has a pimp. If she turns up missing, he's likely to seek you out and take the loss out on your hide or even blackmail you. You excuse yourself and continue to wander the streets.
You travel into an even more destitute area of the slums looking for a whore, which is proving to be a lot harder than you thought it would be. You eventually find what you're looking for and they're revolting. The drug whores are certainly out in force tonight.
"You got some green lotus or yellow devil? I'll suck your dick!" is what most of the drug whores say to you. You almost figure you'd be doing them a favor by getting them killed. You pick the one who looks least likely to infect you just by breathing on you. (The irony that you're already infected by a killer toxin isn't lost on you.)
You hand her several gold coins, probably the most money she's seen in a long time and is ready to take you around the corner and blow you, but you have to explain that you're heading to some place nicer and warm, with lots of drugs! She seems to like that idea, so she agrees to follow you.
Fortunately you manage to catch another coach relatively quickly and your trip back to the campus is uneventful other than the ramblings and awful coughing of your "lady friend."
You arrive to the lab with your whore in tow and Dr. Kovas pulls you both in all the while not looking impressed.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You got a whore? I could've got a whore!"
"Well why didn't you?"
"I'd watch your tongue boy if you want that antidote."
"Look I did what you said! Just cure me now!"
"Not yet, I need you to do one more thing, here."
Dr. Kovas points you to a syringe on a table filled with something. Something not good no doubt. It's obvious he wants you to inject the whore with it.
"No, no, you said all I had to do is bring her here."
"Yes, well I think under the circumstances you're ready to take the next step for science."
"Hey wait, am I doing both of you? That's okay I guess, but this is extra." The whore says still not grasping the situation.
As for you, you shake your head, knowing it's useless to argue. You almost feel like grabbing the syringe and running over to stab him with it, but you still need the antidote and then you'd probably have to still kill the whore too.
"Alright honey, I'm gonna take care of you." you say holding the syringe and approaching the whore.
"Oooh now that's what I'm talkin' about. Shoot me up."
You inject the eager whore with the needle and she soon falls unconscious.
"Quickly, bring her to the table!"
While you do so, Dr. Kovas disappears to the back of his lab. You check the girl and realize she's stopped breathing. You've killed her, though you're not really surprised, you're just hoping that Kovas is coming out with your antidote.
He comes out with much more than your antidote, he comes out with a rolling cart filled with several medical instruments that look more like torture devices and tosses you a small vial of clear liquid.
"Here, take this and put on some gloves. We're about make history!"
You swallow the contents of the vial which you hope is the antidote. You don't feel any different after taking it though. You half wonder if he was bluffing about poisoning you at all. If that's the case then you just killed a girl for no reason, though it hardly matters at this point, as mad as you are at Dr. Kovas you might as well go through with this all the way.
You stand there for a moment just watching Dr. Kovas enthusiastically cutting into the girl and injecting more strange fluid directly into her vital organs. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything else, until he suddenly stops.
"Hold on wait, did you strap her down? Shit you didn't strap her down! Quick, tie her up!"
"What?!" you say not really understanding why you'd need to do it, but you find out when she suddenly comes to life!
"Tie her feet! Tie her feet!" Dr. Kovas yells as he shackles her arms to the table. You grab the rope on the cart and begin tying her feet, which are twitching as much as she's making some no longer human noises.
"Raagh. Gargah! Arrgh!"
It suddenly occurs to you what exactly Dr. Kovas is experimenting with, Incitahol. It's a banned concoction that was supposed to bring the dead back to life and it does, but only to create them as zombies. Lazy wannabe necromancers and mad scientists love the stuff, and would seem you're working with the latter right now.
"You're experimenting with incitahol? This is your big project? I thought you'd be aware that this shit's only good for creating zombies and not even controllable ones!" you say.
"Ah, not yet anyway! I've made some changes to it. If you'll notice the subject is not as aggressive as it would be under regular incitahol. Unfortunately it was still quite hostile and nearly bit my ear when I was trying to strap it down. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the fact that this subject's organs were heavily damaged due to her own major drug use and life style. Probably had several sexual diseases too, who knows what those factors might've played. This is why I didn't want a drug addled whore (sigh) I'll need a new subject."
You're a little put off, considering he did say he didn't care what kind of girl you got. You're hardly surprised though; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.
"You? No I don't think so. I think I'm misjudged your abilities considering you've been argumentative and an utter failure in bringing me a good test subject. No I do not think there will be anymore chances. You may leave, I'm done with you."
NOW you're surprised and more than a little pissed. This dick has been insulting you, poisoned you, made you kill a girl and now he's just dismissing you like some flunky without even paying you for your time?
"Oh is that how it is? Well you still owe me money for this!"
"Owe? I don't owe you anything. You did this for science m'boy. You should be happy you're alive so that you can live out the rest of your boring existence."
It's the last straw, you aren't going to take it anymore and you snap. You immediately attack Dr. Kovas who anticipates your attack by dodging it. You crash straight into the zombie whore's table and are unfortunately bit in the arm.
"Arrrrgh! My arm!" you scream struggling to get your arm out of the zombie whore's mouth.
"Nargh Gabrah Raagh!"
"Well, I guess you still might have your usesÂ…"
You feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and that's the last thing you experience in your life.
Your short undead "life" isn't even worth mentioning.
You take a deep breath and catch a coach to the slums of Klyton.
It doesn't take you long to get propositioned several times when you arrive.
"Hey baby, you like what you see?"
"Mmmm, come put your dick in this slice of paradise!"
"You see these lips? They could be wrapped around your cock."
"Come over here honey, you ain't never had goblin ass before!"
While you wince at that last one. A big man approaches you.
"Hey you, you gonna just look or you actually gonna buy some pussy?"
"Are you their pimp?"
"I'm their manager! Now enough with the questions, you buying or what?"
You can't get a prostitute that has a pimp. If she turns up missing, he's likely to seek you out and take the loss out on your hide or even blackmail you. You excuse yourself and continue to wander the streets.
You travel into an even more destitute area of the slums looking for a whore, which is proving to be a lot harder than you thought it would be. You eventually find what you're looking for and they're revolting. The drug whores are certainly out in force tonight.
"You got some green lotus or yellow devil? I'll suck your dick!" is what most of the drug whores say to you. You almost figure you'd be doing them a favor by getting them killed. You pick the one who looks least likely to infect you just by breathing on you. (The irony that you're already infected by a killer toxin isn't lost on you.)
You hand her several gold coins, probably the most money she's seen in a long time and is ready to take you around the corner and blow you, but you have to explain that you're heading to some place nicer and warm, with lots of drugs! She seems to like that idea, so she agrees to follow you.
Fortunately you manage to catch another coach relatively quickly and your trip back to the campus is uneventful other than the ramblings and awful coughing of your "lady friend."
You arrive to the lab with your whore in tow and Dr. Kovas pulls you both in all the while not looking impressed.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You got a whore? I could've got a whore!"
"Well why didn't you?"
"I'd watch your tongue boy if you want that antidote."
"Look I did what you said! Just cure me now!"
"Not yet, I need you to do one more thing, here."
Dr. Kovas points you to a syringe on a table filled with something. Something not good no doubt. It's obvious he wants you to inject the whore with it.
"No, no, you said all I had to do is bring her here."
"Yes, well I think under the circumstances you're ready to take the next step for science."
"Hey wait, am I doing both of you? That's okay I guess, but this is extra." The whore says still not grasping the situation.
As for you, you shake your head, knowing it's useless to argue. You almost feel like grabbing the syringe and running over to stab him with it, but you still need the antidote and then you'd probably have to still kill the whore too.
"Alright honey, I'm gonna take care of you." you say holding the syringe and approaching the whore.
"Oooh now that's what I'm talkin' about. Shoot me up."
You inject the eager whore with the needle and she soon falls unconscious.
"Quickly, bring her to the table!"
While you do so, Dr. Kovas disappears to the back of his lab. You check the girl and realize she's stopped breathing. You've killed her, though you're not really surprised, you're just hoping that Kovas is coming out with your antidote.
He comes out with much more than your antidote, he comes out with a rolling cart filled with several medical instruments that look more like torture devices and tosses you a small vial of clear liquid.
"Here, take this and put on some gloves. We're about make history!"
You swallow the contents of the vial which you hope is the antidote. You don't feel any different after taking it though. You half wonder if he was bluffing about poisoning you at all. If that's the case then you just killed a girl for no reason, though it hardly matters at this point, as mad as you are at Dr. Kovas you might as well go through with this all the way.
You stand there for a moment just watching Dr. Kovas enthusiastically cutting into the girl and injecting more strange fluid directly into her vital organs. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything else, until he suddenly stops.
"Hold on wait, did you strap her down? Shit you didn't strap her down! Quick, tie her up!"
"What?!" you say not really understanding why you'd need to do it, but you find out when she suddenly comes to life!
"Tie her feet! Tie her feet!" Dr. Kovas yells as he shackles her arms to the table. You grab the rope on the cart and begin tying her feet, which are twitching as much as she's making some no longer human noises.
"Raagh. Gargah! Arrgh!"
It suddenly occurs to you what exactly Dr. Kovas is experimenting with, Incitahol. It's a banned concoction that was supposed to bring the dead back to life and it does, but only to create them as zombies. Lazy wannabe necromancers and mad scientists love the stuff, and would seem you're working with the latter right now.
"You're experimenting with incitahol? This is your big project? I thought you'd be aware that this shit's only good for creating zombies and not even controllable ones!" you say.
"Ah, not yet anyway! I've made some changes to it. If you'll notice the subject is not as aggressive as it would be under regular incitahol. Unfortunately it was still quite hostile and nearly bit my ear when I was trying to strap it down. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the fact that this subject's organs were heavily damaged due to her own major drug use and life style. Probably had several sexual diseases too, who knows what those factors might've played. This is why I didn't want a drug addled whore (sigh) I'll need a new subject."
You're a little put off, considering he did say he didn't care what kind of girl you got. You're hardly surprised though; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.
"You? No I don't think so. I think I'm misjudged your abilities considering you've been argumentative and an utter failure in bringing me a good test subject. No I do not think there will be anymore chances. You may leave, I'm done with you."
NOW you're surprised and more than a little pissed. This dick has been insulting you, poisoned you, made you kill a girl and now he's just dismissing you like some flunky without even paying you for your time?
"Oh is that how it is? Well you still owe me money for this!"
"Owe? I don't owe you anything. You did this for science m'boy. You should be happy you're alive so that you can live out the rest of your boring existence."
It's the last straw, you aren't going to take it anymore and you snap. You immediately attack Dr. Kovas who anticipates your attack by dodging it. You crash straight into the zombie whore's table and are unfortunately bit in the arm.
"Arrrrgh! My arm!" you scream struggling to get your arm out of the zombie whore's mouth.
"Nargh Gabrah Raagh!"
"Well, I guess you still might have your usesÂ…"
You feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and that's the last thing you experience in your life.
Your short undead "life" isn't even worth mentioning.
