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Dr. Dan Samson

"A cure? I've already given up on that. A vaccine isn't looking too likely either..."

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a character in “TAG: You're IT!”, as played by Mithjon280

Description

Me? What, can't you see for yourself? Ah, whatever... Eh, well for starters, let me tell you that I used to have pretty dark hair, honestly. Something in the water, I swear, it really sucks to live outside a community ya know? So now I'm blonde enough to blind a man. I think I'm pretty tall, well, I would be if only I had both legs, and not this God damn pirate-ass peg leg. What happened to the left leg you ask? Well, I'll leave that story for later... Ahem. I haven't slept in days, the bags under my eyes are now just a part of my face. I haven't been able to grow a beard, or any real facial hair, all my life. Maybe that's because of the water too? I'll have to do some research later...

You see this coat? I haven't changed this coat for 26 long years. Sure, with its blood stains and rips make me look like the mad scientist from hell, but it keeps the hoodlums away. This barf green turtleneck is really starting to get itchy though, maybe I should change it. Of course, after I actually get some new clothes. At least my jeans are still mostly in tact...

Personality

Well I'm not exactly a spring daisy. Why do you need to know all this anyways, you from the government? No? Well, OK then mec.

Where was I, ah yes. Some people may think of me as "creepy." Others say "homicidal maniac." Well, screw the second guy, actually, screw both of them. It's fucking hard living out here. You can't be friendly with anyone, cause a friendly handshake could be the end of you. I'm the one actually trying to fix this mess!

But, I guess I'm still better than some people out there. I mean, I still have some morals. Why, just the other day I helped out some poor sap who was already in the final stages of TAG. I shot him. Ain't I just a great guy?

Equipment

Three rusty scalpels, a dusty mask, a few knives of varying shapes and sizes, a pump-action shotgun and a semi-functional lab. Oh, and plenty of vials of, uh, medicine, I think...

History

From a young age disease always fascinated me. I always wondered how such a microscopic virus could take down such relatively large and complex beings. I remember messing around with random gunk I found around the house, mixing them into new "medicines" (nearly killed my parents a few times). Yes, I was slightly twisted as a child. I never really played footbasket, or whatever it was called, with the other kids on the playground. I, instead, grew cultures of somewhat deadly (parents wouldn't let me get the good stuff) bacteria in my basement.

Naturally, I went straight into medical school, only to find it was full of idiotic optimists who wanted to kill all the germs on the world. But I didn't really have time to complain that much, cause right around then, TAG happened. It was pretty damn gruesome, I tell ya. People clinging onto each other, "tagging" each other in desperation. People turning bright red from the ludicrous 200 degree fevers and dropping in the street. It was... interesting...

I began tests right away, there wasn't anybody left who wanted to use the lab at my university anyways. The parasite amazed me. It put me in a constant state of awe. I had found true love.

But I couldn't kill it. It wasn't just evolving, it was adapting like how an animal would to a new environment. It could change its properties instantly. I drop acid on it, it creates a protein coat that resists it. I try to dry it out, it forms sacs of water to store fluid. I spent hours "playing" with it. It was simply wonderful.

I was shocked back to reality soon enough, though. One day some mad man, he was IT, wandered into my lab. He grabbed my leg with a vice grip, I knew I wouldn't be able to rip him off. Plus, there wasn't anyone else around who I could pass it on too, the entire campus and surrounding towns were empty (except for this one son-of-a-bitch, I suppose). So, I did the natural thing, I chopped of my leg. Luckily, I had a cleaver in hand already. It worked out, though, now I know that the spread of the parasite isn't all that fast...

Now I'm living in this tiny community, The Inner Circle, they call themselves. Amazing bunch they are, passing around the parasite to live. It took a while to convince them to let me join, and that I wasn't a Red Rover. But it was pretty worth it, these are nice folk. Not to mention, the virus they collectively carry make experimenting much easier...

So begins...

Dr. Dan Samson's Story

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"Ah, crap." The scalpel falls and hits the ground with a soft *clink*. "Well, the operation is basically done... I guess..." I step back from the messy, red corpse. He was a nice fellow, always volunteered to take the virus when other people were frightened. Sadly, that would utterly lead to his downfall. Poor guy, really feel bad for him. But, at least his body could be used for science...

Well, not like I learned anything new... As usual...

"Shit."

I toss the gloves into the bio-hazard bin (an old trash can) and walk back outside. The sun hurt my eyes, it was a long operation after all. I tried especially hard this time, I guess I've just been getting impatient. All I've been able to find out about TAG is that it's fucking strong; nothing can kill it. Lately I've been working on a vaccine, but that hasn't been bearing much fruit either.

"Hey Doc!"

Jon, a young pre-med student and my "assistant", gasps for breath after having seemingly ran over here.

"What's up?"

"Oh, I've got news I think you'd like to hear."

My eyes open wide with every little bit of info he tells me, like a kid who's learning about Santa Claus for the first time. But this guy sounds like more of a saint than Santa will ever be. According to Jon, rumors have been going around that a guy has been wandering all around "relieving" people of TAG. That is, he has been letting himself become IT. This isn't anything new, especially in a Hot Potato community like The Inner Circle, but this son-of-a-bitch has apparently been doing this for months now!

Thoughts of how this could happen, why this could happen, experiments I could do on this Messiah (as I now call him) rush through my head. I'm so lost in thought that I hardly notice that I have a duffel bag of a bunch of equipment already slung over my shoulder.

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A twig catches on my overstuffed bag and I manage to hold in an instinctual "Shit!" Peering from over the thick brush, albeit somewhat poorly, I watch the mysterious woman sigh over her predicament. Have I seen here before? The thought runs through my head, but I've never cared for other people before, well, not unless they had TAG. It took me a month to remember Jon's name, but enough of that.

Creeping loudly and in a terribly unsubtle manner through the gnarled plants, I keep assuring myself that I couldn't be seen by that person. My respect and confidence in other human beings has gone down, yes, but after what I've seen, your expectations would drop too.

Suddenly, a sharp blackberry bush finds itself into my pants leg, and I let out a very unrefined, "Son of A Bitch!" Standing now, like a deer in headlights, I stare right at the woman, now staring awkwardly at me. Aw crap. C'mon Dan, don't freak out now. You've got a damn shotgun in your pouch, what do you have to fear? Wait... Is it loaded? Shit, I don't remember. Did I pack my knife? She doesn't look like she has TAG... I continue to freak out, physically moving my hands about my face in confused positions to think better; it must have been quite a sight to see.

I manage to snap myself out of it, and attempt to pull out my black weapon from my bag in a badass manner to scare her off. But the gun gets caught on the zipper and, well, you can guess how this ends up. In the end I somehow end up with my butt a good foot higher than my head, my head stuck in a pile of prickly brambles, and my gun more closer to the woman than myself.

Last resort: Communication.

"Uh... Hello there. Nice weather today ey?"

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I hear some rustling in the nearby blackberry bush, followed by a pained exclamation, "Son of a Bitch!" I immediately slip my knife as I scan the bushes.

I make out a blonde haired man in a somewhat awkward position among the leaves. I try to keep back a laugh when I realized he is in the middle of a failed attempt to pull his weapon on me. I take a few cautious steps forward, keeping my right arm poised, ready to strike if the man should prove dangerous.

"Uh...Hello there. Nice weather today ey?", the man finally gives up and addresses me.

"Fine indeed.", I state matter of factually, " I see you've got yourself all tangled up." I take a breathe trying to decide the best method of dealing with this unwelcome intruder. The position he was currently in prevented me from getting a good look at him, so for now I would have to consider him a danger.

"Let's dispense of the pleasantries. Why don't you stand, and come out into the open, slowly. I'm warning you any wrong moves and I will not hesitate to kill you.", I say this as threateningly as possible. Usually I don't give people the chance to prove they aren't infected, but this man's attempt at his weapon is a good sign that he isn't a threat. Still, one can never be too cautious.

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Ah... I don't have time for this... Not like I have a choice, though...

"Okay, okay. No need for anyone to get hurt now." I slowly get up and brush the thorns off my blood-stained coat before tossing my bag off to the side. I don't worry, though, as the Inner Circle is only a quick dash away... Oh ya, I forgot that I have a freaking stump for a leg.

I'm gonna try to weasel my way out of it.

"Look, I'm no threat, hell, I can probably help you. Been feelin' down lately? Think you have the flu? Look no further, I'm probably the only doctor left in the entire country, and you don't even need to show me insurance." I feel that my attempt at making a joke isn't working. This chick obviously isn't here to joke around, although it'd be nice if she was, gets awfully boring nowadays...

"Ahem. Anyways, let's start with introductions shall we? The name's Dan, Dr. Dan Samson, amateur surgeon and researcher. You are?"

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I eye him as he makes his way out of the bushes, and tosses his bag to the side.

Slight limp, looks healthy besides that. Still...


I give him a mean look while he talks of being a doctor. "I don't need your sales pitch.", I state with a mean tone.

What am I to do with him? The only surefire way I can ensure my safety is to kill him, and be done with this. Yet, he seems almost trustworthy.

I take my eyes off him, and look over at his bag. It seems to be quite full; my stomach lets out a loud gurgle with the hope that the bag contained some sort of sustenance.

Oh hush, you nuisance of an organ!

I look back at the blonde haired man," Dr. Sampson, is it? I'll make you a deal. I will let you go, unharmed, if you can adequately cure my gastrovacuus."

I softened my expression, and slipped my knife back up my sleeve. If he truly is a doctor he will understand what I mean. I guess all that Latin my folks force fed me will finally come in handy. Of course, if he is lying I will have to kill him.

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I knew I should have payed attention in Spanish class...

Yes, it is painful to admit, but I wasn't exactly the brightest student back in school, aside from the sciences, of course. Actually, I had bad grades in those classes too, since I goofed off so much on my own "projects."

Luckily, I heard her stomach.

"At least your stomach is more direct." I bend back down to my bag and toss her a chunk of rye bread. I sit back down, relieved that the worst of it seems to be over, and ask her, "Still haven't caught your name, though."

"On second though, never mind. I'll probably forget about it soon enough." I grab another piece of dry bread and stuff it in my mouth.

"So, you headed for The Inner Circle?"

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I caught the bread and greedily consumed it within an instant. I wiped the crumbs from my face just as the doctor sat to consume his piece.

Oh my, bread has never tasted so good!


I clear my throat to respond, "Thanks for the bread. Yes, I am headed there." I walk over to the blackberry bush that he had been tangled in. I lightly take a branch in my hand, avoiding the thorns, and extend it towards him. "Take a look at this. What's missing from it? All the bushes have been picked clean. Damn birds!"

I let go of the branch and lower down to my knees. "I haven't had much luck in finding food lately, I figured I could ask them for supplies like I did a few years ago.." I pause for a moment looking over to the doctor with a confused expression, " Wait. How do you know of the Inner Circle? "

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I hear a rustling noise just as the doctor does, and barely have time to react when a deranged man attacks the doctor. I pull my knife out, keeping it poised as I watched the two wrestle. Struggling between my desire to kill the infected man thus saving the doctor, and my fear of becoming infect myself; all I manage to do is stand in place gaping at the scene while the doctor manages to free himself.

I watch as the doctor checks over himself for signs of infection. I spot it before he does, the telltale brown mark of TAG.

Damn. I let my guard down for a moment, and some crazed devil manages to sneak up like that. Thank god it wasn't me he was closest to. Now what to do about the doctor?


I notice him glance at me after he finished looking over his leg. I point my knife at him, giving him as mean a look as I can muster. I tried to warn him against his actions with a threatening tone, "Don't you even-".

A loud bang cut me off. "Oh not them!", I managed to cry out before taking the doctor up on his offer to run. I decided it would be best to stick with the doctor as we fled from the bandits. If anything, I can always use him as a distraction. Maybe trip him if they get too close.

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"Alright, this way." I start off away from the noise, all the while thinking, this is going to be fun...

Nowadays, people call these bandit groups "Seekers" cause in this game of hide and seek, they're "it." They're really nothing more than a group of people with somewhat questionable morals, but with nothing to hold them back... Well, you can guess. Unlike your typical highwayman, these groups are more like moving communities, some even having TAG being passed around like a hot potato community, but these guys always make sure to dump the disease off at every opportunity. They slowly creep across the land and eat up every community in their path. Even the Red Rovers have had trouble dealing with them.

These guys are probably just a small scouting group, or a hunting group. Either way, they catch us, we're goners. I have TAG, so the barrel is practically already at my head. She'll be captured alive and, well, I don't want to get too into what'll happen to her.

I start to hear voices behind us; they're getting closer. "Shit, keep running!"

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I try to run faster as I notice that they are gaining on us. My heart, lungs, and legs scream in opposition of my desire to do so. Come on body, don't fail me now! I manage to pick up a bit of speed, but my inability to observe everything in my path while doing so led me to stumble on a branch. Just barely I keep myself from falling flat on my face. Unfortunately, my pace is slowed, and the seekers sound even closer.

I look around, desperately trying to figure a way out of this predicament. As I glance to my right, a particular tree stood out to me. I veer off towards it, motioning for the doctor to follow, and quickly notice why it stood out. There were wooden planks leading up the tree, to a rather large branch. They were hard to make out due to the weathering of the wood, which made them almost blend into the tree. "This seems to be our only chance.", I whisper to the doctor as I grab hold of one of the planks, and begin to climb the tree. I make it up to the large branch, and move over to allow the doctor some room. I can hear the seekers, they are rather close by now. I pull my legs up close to my body, making sure to keep my balance by grabbing onto the branch, and hold my breathe as they approach.