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Nothing more.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Experimental first person story to show I'm alive. Nothing more.", "writing": "\tThe world is quite a large place. Even more so when you stand only a few inches shy of half a foot. However I think I'm getting a head of myself. My, this technology to turn words into text is such a wonder. But I digress as that is much off topic. My name is Moss Winter Frost. I am a snow leopard. Yes my mother thought it was quite funny to make my name a collection of puns with cold. \n\n\tMy life history isn't what brought you here, well not that event anyway. I know you must wonder how a seven foot large feline was reduced to nothing more than a pocket sized kitten. Thus this is the story I will share with you, and why you should never trust anyone who happens to study micro cellular reconstruction.\n\n\tIt was a few years ago, I was sitting in my lab, on a Tuesday, I believe it was April. Details; so spotty. Regardless, I was sitting in my lab conducting tests on a mixture that if finished would be able to reduce world hunger. It would not increase the amount of food, and thus increase waste, but decrease need in the body. \n\n\tThe artificial organs we used for testing however just were not responding to the mixture correctly. Instead of reducing slightly, there was a massive decree in mass and the heart that was palm sized was reduced to a size that fit on two fingers. Even small dosages causes too extreme of a reduction. If they had been added to a living creature, they had expected to kill them instantly.\n\n\tOur project refused to submit to defeat and worked for weeks with long hours into the night. One day I had made a break through. While unstable in its original form, a formula made to increase the mass of produce was augmented into the shrinking formula and balanced out the shrinkage. Instead of a massive decree we had witnessed time and time before, we had finally gained control of the size, and thus could use it to help the world.\n\n\tSadly one of my co workers ruined that dream a few days later. I was busy working on a table of proper dosages and how much effects permanent reduction. It turned out that as a side effect of mixing the two formulas was their ability to overtake and rewrite the body. Basically, neither on their own was lost lasting, but together, the effects lasted months on record for dosages that should have lasted hours. Needless to say the control factor needed work. \n\n\tI'm well aware that the formula is in fact used now and thus explaining how it was fixed would be pointless. For those unaware, adding saline during the fusion of the two formulas' diluted both to a much more controllable state. However the amount is quite picky and it's a bunch of mumbo jumbo from there so let's move on.\n\n\tOn the day we had found out how to better control the time I, as chief in staff, let everyone take the day off if they chose to do so. We had made a break through, everyone deserved a rest. Maybe if I had made it mandatory I wouldn't be nearly as small as I am now. As Only a few of us stayed for the day and by the way it seemed to slug on, we were all growing to our limit.\n\n\tAs for the part you are all waiting for, did you know the formula could be added to liquid without a change in taste at all? Quite a bit of a surprise, when I found out my coffee had been poisoned. Of course when it happened I didn't know. I simply drank it and shortly after felt very dizzy. I remember the white walls of the lab looking like they were painted rainbow. It is quite hard to deny something is wrong when suddenly nothing is the right color.\n\n\tThe dizziness never went away and it grew worse as suddenly everything just felt wrong. My body wasn't on fire but tighter than it should have been, and everything was just so wrong. Tighter my body felt as the colors grew more vibrant to the point I had to close my eyes for fear of them burning out. Yet even under my eye lids, it was just so unbearably bright.\n\n\tThe light however was nothing more than a warning, and a sign I should have noticed as the calling card of the truth. Namely I should have noticed the tightness, and the soon to be lack thereof. With my eyes closed I still felt as if everything was just slightly off, just slightly wrong. One eye popped open and my quick mind instantly noticed I took less in sight. My vision wasn't hazy or any way blocked, but the edge of my vision wasn't as wide. Nor were my cloths as tight...\n\n\tWhile you know what the result was, I felt rage fill my mind back then as all the dots began to click like the spreading of a wild fire in a forest. The coffee had been tainted, I thought back then with bitter rage, but why? I never did and still don't have that answer sadly. Regardless as the formula worked its way into my system and my rage caused my heart beat to speed the pumping, it went to work faster.\n\n\tMy every cell felt as if it were on fire, the room changed from vibrant colors that burned to a swirling mess of colors that demanded they devour me. All the while my vision grew less as I became less. Nothing drastic as only taking a few minutes, no it was an agonizingly slow process of having all your senses struck with endless noise sight smells and touch. Only taste was ignored, though my mouth was quite fuzzy. Each moment I couldn't deny the fact that some I knew had brought an end to me, or so I thought then.\n\n\tAlmost an hour passed and my once six foot frame was reduced to half its height. I found it odd how no one had come to check on me, and with each passing second I fell even lower. I discarded shirt as the cloth offered no protection and as I guessed the end was not near, better to remove it before it became a maze of cloth. \n\n\tI was forced to wear my underwear as if they were a pair of shorts. My height let me escape the discarded pants with ease. It didn't however give me any relief from how ill I felt during the process, nor did it stop for quite awhile longer. More my senses were assaulted as my vision was reduced and after another hour I was only a foot tall. \n\t\n\tTime fought against me the entire time and sadly it wasn't much shorter till I was left as I am now, only a few inches tall. Though the every year I gain back some height, I dare not risk using the growth formula to try and return me to my normal height. The growth formula after all was used to stabilize the shrinking formula in the first place. Which brings us to the end of the story.\n\n\tYou know I never did find out who poisoned me, so it's very odd only you and May were present when it happened... Yet May left an hour before hand. What fun security cameras can be. Sadly it took so long.... Like I said before, don't trust anyone who deals in micro cellular reconstruction. How was your coffee?\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThe world is quite a large place. Even more so when you stand only a few inches shy of half a foot. However I think I'm getting a head of myself. My, this technology to turn words into text is such a wonder. But I digress as that is much off topic.  My name is Moss Winter Frost. I am a snow leopard. Yes my mother thought it was quite funny to make my name a collection of puns with cold.

\tMy life history isn't what brought you here, well not that event anyway. I know you must wonder how a seven foot large feline was reduced to nothing more than a pocket sized kitten. Thus this is the story I will share with you, and why you should never trust anyone who happens to study micro cellular reconstruction.

\tIt was a few years ago, I was sitting in my lab, on a Tuesday, I believe it was April. Details; so spotty. Regardless, I was sitting in my lab conducting tests on a mixture that if finished would be able to reduce world hunger. It would not increase the amount of food, and thus increase waste, but decrease need in the body.

\tThe artificial organs we used for testing however just were not responding to the mixture correctly. Instead of reducing slightly, there was a massive decree in mass and the heart that was palm sized was reduced to a size that fit on two fingers. Even small dosages causes too extreme of a reduction. If they had been added to a living creature, they had expected to kill them instantly.

\tOur project refused to submit to defeat and worked for weeks with long hours into the night. One day I had made a break through. While unstable in its original form, a formula made to increase the mass of produce was augmented into the shrinking formula and balanced out the shrinkage. Instead of a massive decree we had witnessed time and time before, we had finally gained control of the size, and thus could use it to help the world.

\tSadly one of my co workers ruined that dream a few days later. I was busy working on a table of proper dosages and how much effects permanent reduction. It turned out that as a side effect of mixing the two formulas was their ability to overtake and rewrite the body. Basically, neither on their own was lost lasting, but together, the effects lasted months on record for dosages that should have lasted hours. Needless to say the control factor needed work.

\tI'm well aware that the formula is in fact used now and thus explaining how it was fixed would be pointless. For those unaware, adding saline during the fusion of the two formulas' diluted both to a much more controllable state. However the amount is quite picky and it's a bunch of mumbo jumbo from there so let's move on.

\tOn the day we had found out how to better control the time I, as chief in staff, let everyone take the day off if they chose to do so. We had made a break through, everyone deserved a rest. Maybe if I had made it mandatory I wouldn't be nearly as small as I am now. As Only a few of us stayed for the day and by the way it seemed to slug on, we were all growing to our limit.

\tAs for the part you are all waiting for, did you know the formula could be added to liquid without a change in taste at all? Quite a bit of a surprise, when I found out my coffee had been poisoned. Of course when it happened I didn't know. I simply drank it and shortly after felt very dizzy. I remember the white walls of the lab looking like they were painted rainbow. It is quite hard to deny something is wrong when suddenly nothing is the right color.

\tThe dizziness never went away and it grew worse as suddenly everything just felt wrong. My body wasn't on fire but tighter than it should have been, and everything was just so wrong. Tighter my body felt as the colors grew more vibrant to the point I had to close my eyes for fear of them burning out. Yet even under my eye lids, it was just so unbearably bright.

\tThe light however was nothing more than a warning, and a sign I should have noticed as the calling card of the truth. Namely I should have noticed the tightness, and the soon to be lack thereof.  With my eyes closed I still felt as if everything was just slightly off, just slightly wrong. One eye popped open and my quick mind instantly noticed I took less in sight. My vision wasn't hazy or any way blocked, but the edge of my vision wasn't as wide. Nor were my cloths as tight...

\tWhile you know what the result was, I felt rage fill my mind back then as all the dots began to click like the spreading of a wild fire in a forest. The coffee had been tainted, I thought back then with bitter rage, but why? I never did and still don't have that answer sadly. Regardless as the formula worked its way into my system and my rage caused my heart beat to speed the pumping, it went to work faster.

\tMy every cell felt as if it were on fire, the room changed from vibrant colors that burned to a swirling mess of colors that demanded they devour me. All the while my vision grew less as I became less. Nothing drastic as only taking a few minutes, no it was an agonizingly slow process of having all your senses struck with endless noise sight smells and touch. Only taste was ignored, though my mouth was quite fuzzy. Each moment I couldn't deny the fact that some I knew had brought an end to me, or so I thought then.

\tAlmost an hour passed and my once six foot frame was reduced to half its height. I found it odd how no one had come to check on me, and with each passing second I fell even lower. I discarded shirt as the cloth offered no protection and as I guessed the end was not near, better to remove it before it became a maze of cloth.

\tI was forced to wear my underwear as if they were a pair of shorts. My height let me escape the discarded pants with ease. It didn't however give me any relief from how ill I felt during the process, nor did it stop for quite awhile longer. More my senses were assaulted as my vision was reduced and after another hour I was only a foot tall.
\t
\tTime fought against me the entire time and sadly it wasn't much shorter till I was left as I am now, only a few inches tall. Though the every year I gain back some height, I dare not risk using the growth formula to try and return me to my normal height. The growth formula after all was used to stabilize the shrinking formula in the first place. Which brings us to the end of the story.

\tYou know I never did find out who poisoned me, so it's very odd only you and May were present when it happened... Yet May left an hour before hand. What fun security cameras can be. Sadly it took so long.... Like I said before, don't trust anyone who deals in micro cellular reconstruction. How was your coffee?
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