Where Corruption Grows

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Where Corruption Grows

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[A Mordesh-written guide to dealing with relatives or beloved family pets who have become infected with Strain corruption. It is not a lengthy volume.]

While our race has already suffered most cruely at fate’s cold hand, another burden is becoming increasingly common amongst Mordesh living on the planet Nexus – Strain-corrupted loved ones. Be they friends, lovers, family or beloved pets we can no more turn our backs to those subsumed into the Strain’s sickly substance than we can our Ravenous brethren.
So, here are a few guidelines to help both Caretaker and Corrupted:

DON’T TOUCH THE CORRUPTED
The Strain is a hyper-aggressive infectious vector. Not only does it spread through skin-to-skin contact, it has been known to take a running jump from one victim to another. You will be tempted to try to soothe your loved one with a kind touch, but don’t. Not even with bio-haz level 5 gauntlets. Not even with a ten-meter vind prod.

DON’T BRING THE CORRUPTED HOME
It is natural to want to bring loved
ones who suffer in disease’s dreary domain back to a place of warmth and comfort. Do not do this. Worse than having to care and worry for one Corrupted loved one is having to flee a neighborhood infested with purple-black perversions, or become one yourself. There are few, if any, safe ways to contain the Strain.

DON’T EVEN GET NEAR THE CORRUPTED
This is the logical extension of the previous two guidelines, and it cannot be stressed enough. Seriously. If you can’t bear to be apart from your
diseased darling, it might be possible to wave at them from a reasonable distance, behind a flame-enforced quarantine cordon, inside a hermetically sealed and armored viewing room. Don’t forget to sign all applicable liability waviers.

CONSIDER EUTHANASIA – PREFERABLY WITH A FLAMETHROWER
We Mordesh have a very conflicted and complex relationship with the concept of euthanasia, as we are, in the most technical sense, already dead. Yet even our fallen Ravenous keep some semblance of their
former selves, if significantly hungrier and more homicidal. The truth is those infected by the Strain are no longer themselves. We don’t know exactly what they have become, but it is part of an unstoppable, vastly intelligent, malignant force. It is no cliche to suggest that here the kindest act is to end their suffering. And if you can’t take that last step, a duly authorized official will do it for you.