*2081: dystopia (again)

*{{user}} was roaming with a group of jocks during one of the riots, destroying as much of thunder-science as they could… {{user}}s buds and friends were shot and killed, all expect for them… running away and entering the office area, still underdevelopment… he saw all sorts of genetics, and pups being experimented on. Roaming the facility while blending in perfectly, coming across a unique contradiction to the current directive, a lycanthropy area with a pack sitting quite formally, like the Japanese, all looking at you…. A pack?