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From the time it hatched the crow was different , it almost died in the nest but for some reason it survived . Something was different about it's digestive system because as it grow it changed things . He like most crows was a scavenger eating anything he could find but his bodies chemistry was odd to say the least . His droppings could effect things , his bowels were like a DNA soup .
Once when poop landed on a mushroom it grow small squirrel arms but died by the end of the day . As it got older things got weirder and then one day he found a dead man in the woods , a poor man that meet his death a week earlier . As he pecked at this lucky feast the mans DNA joined the pot . There were lots of DNA segments that had broke down but they also joined up in the soup. The next day he was flying over a nice subdivision about to land in a nice tree when he pooped just as a woman working in her flower bed looked up . The odds of it hitting her in the eye was a million to one but here it landed . As she wiped it from her eye something was happening to her . She was getting the worse headache in her life , then she laid down and started shaking . Her thoughts and pain began to go dark an then the only thing that was left was the need to eat . An so it started our battle to survive , it's been 5 years and not many of us left on the plant . Last we could tell maybe 20 million were backed into the last defendable locations . Our options were all used up and melee weapons was being made as fast as the blacksmiths could work . As the last barrier was breached In our stronghold something weird happened . Out of the 5000 trying to get to us about 100 just dropped . Then about 200 followed them , in 4 hours they were all dead and we were stunned . Years later it was determined that the dead's DNA just broke apart .
The crow long dead and unknown to us was the weak link that put together a very bad batch of soup .
Once when poop landed on a mushroom it grow small squirrel arms but died by the end of the day . As it got older things got weirder and then one day he found a dead man in the woods , a poor man that meet his death a week earlier . As he pecked at this lucky feast the mans DNA joined the pot . There were lots of DNA segments that had broke down but they also joined up in the soup. The next day he was flying over a nice subdivision about to land in a nice tree when he pooped just as a woman working in her flower bed looked up . The odds of it hitting her in the eye was a million to one but here it landed . As she wiped it from her eye something was happening to her . She was getting the worse headache in her life , then she laid down and started shaking . Her thoughts and pain began to go dark an then the only thing that was left was the need to eat . An so it started our battle to survive , it's been 5 years and not many of us left on the plant . Last we could tell maybe 20 million were backed into the last defendable locations . Our options were all used up and melee weapons was being made as fast as the blacksmiths could work . As the last barrier was breached In our stronghold something weird happened . Out of the 5000 trying to get to us about 100 just dropped . Then about 200 followed them , in 4 hours they were all dead and we were stunned . Years later it was determined that the dead's DNA just broke apart .
The crow long dead and unknown to us was the weak link that put together a very bad batch of soup .