Testing Ground

Bad shit goes on in the Testing Ground; craters the size of minivans, mounds of clumpy red earth, shadows etched into bleached white walls, and barbed wire crosses with strange limbs hooked in place, rotting.

You know it's a bad time to be a Bod Modder when you share yard space with the Reds, waiting for the next weapons test and hoping you'll be dead before the Red can spread too far. Maybe it'll be quick, maybe not, you've seen the ones in the back, torsos with heads, raving about The Medusa Cascade, and TARDISes. Must be the trauma.