I guess this is what insane people see. I wish that was the truth but the only way for that to be the case is that aliens would appear or my fantasies were to come true and finally I am not in a hospital. I am on a tropical island in the pacific. Now I am on a snowy mountain peak. I will now open my eyes which I closed and I will be in bed with a nurse watching over me. What I saw was my room with stuff on the door. ...Man I hope i'm crazy.

DING

RECIEVED ITEM

In a flash of light something appeared in front of me. With a small clang what appeared there was a spray canister with a five foot hose. But it had a weird attachment. Besides the hose there was straps for what I assume is for putting your arms through. But weirder still was that two tubes were coming out of the canister and were connected to a mask. From my history books I know that it's a plague doctor mask. It was black in color while the tubes were darkish gray and the canister was half foot in diameter and cover my back from top to bottom.

When I picked it up it wasn't that heavy so I guess it's empty. While staring at it a window popped up.

DISEASE CANISTER

A CANISTER THAT CAN HOLD ANY DISEASE OR PARASITE. SPRAY GUN CAN ADD PRESSURE OR DECREASE PRESURE WHEN SPRAYED. GIVEN TO VINCENT HAMILTON AS A GIFT FROM THE GOD OF PLAGUE.

Since when did me and this god get all buddy buddy. When I looked away from the canister I noticed a pair of clothes. There was a hat, a small cape, with a sweet belt, and a huge turtle neck along with leather pants, leather armor, gloves, and finally all terrain boots. Every piece was black.

(A/N: I don't own this picture. But this is the clothes.)

When I held the clothes in front of me a window appeared saying.

Plague doctor uniform

Durability: -/-

Normal clothes given to those who work with diseased death. Self repairing

The durability is weird. Guess that's what happens when clothes repair itself. But it looks so much better than my clothes. I went into the bathroom to change and took a quick glance in the mirror. 18 years old with a height of 6.7 ft and pale skin. The sun would give me a headache most of the time so I did not like sunlight that much. I was stick man skinny due to throwing up once a month. My messy dark greyish hair gave a ghostly feel. It was originally brown but changed color due to some medicine I took that was still in testing. My face was alright as I didn't get many blemishes growing up. My green eyes realy stood out which made a few people stare. When i finished looking at myself I put on the new outfit.

I don't know why but when I put it on I felt much more powerful and braver like I could take on the world. I tried out the canister on my back. I breathed out some fog which then went through the tubes into the canister. Then I lifted up the spray gun at the end of the hose and pulled the little trigger on it. Fog then shot out and soon the whole bathroom was covered in fog. I left the bathroom and started to think. My only weapon is disease so i should do a few tests.

I then started with the canister. I learned that it could hold an indefinite amount of fog so I just have to breath and it will stay full. Next is my new skill. I learned I could put any disease together within my body at once before releasing it into the canister. I then started conjuring anything I could think of. Even made up diseases was made before being put in the canister. I made up a parasite that would enter through someones nose and head to the brain where it will then slowly rot the brain. The fog that came out had little spores floating in it. I then conjured anything I could think of. This is my only weapon for whatever is out there so I should do everything I can to survive. I soon ran out of ideas then thought of combinig all of it then continuosly putting it into the canister.

The mana is a pain though. It take 5 minutes to regain one mana point so I did a lot of waiting. But after a few hours I finished my testing and was ready. I removed the blockade and opened the door. Prepare whatever is out here, you are about to expeirence a disease ridden hell. I went down the hall with the spray gun in hand.