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		A summary of what has happened in the past six months regarding Gattania and the Colour:

	On a late winter day (as it is now mid summer) the sky opened up over the center of Gattania, only a few miles from the capital of Whitehead, named so after either the neighboring mountain or the booming dairy industry surrounding the largely agricultural center of the nation. From the opening a large beam of light struck a prominent lake surrounded by farmland. Soon after a meteor came rocketing out of the sky, guided by the light and slammed into the lake. The entire area erupted from the collision and the light beam was fractured into  previously unknown color that seemed glossy by nature.

	All that was left of the immediate area was a crater filled with the lake water, shimmers of unknown color snaking through its ripples, and the large meteor cresting above the water. Those who survived the impact but witnessed the fracture soon succumbed to gibberish, babbling, and overall madness, claiming to have seen something inside the color, that something was stuck on them. All examinations of the insane showed no signs of any physical damage but the insanity persisted. Glass like globules colored that strange color were found floating in the lake. Upon fracturing under examination they would shatter and then slowly shrink into nothing. Samples of the almost clay like meteor were taken, but the material would burn itself away in a matter of days. Some globules were left untouched, fearful of losing all evidence of the impact, as the meteor itself had started to shrink much like the samples.

 That month spring came early to the farming lands, and crops bloomed months ahead of time. The entire nation had its eyes on the farming area, as barrels upon barrels of massive fruits, larger than any season before hand were brought into Whitehead for selling. The plants those few months were a glorious sight, thick and strong, and bearing more than one harvest in a matter of weeks. It was incredible, so much so it even seemed like the trees were waving in the wind when there was no wind, as if moving by themselves. Alas, things were not perfect: the fruit was bitter, disgusting, and vile. Buckets of the fruits and vegetables were thrown into the streets, the surplus disgusting. Farmers were forced to have to eat the fruits of their labors while the city refused. 

Then everything came crashing down. City folk had started to be curious of the sudden taste of the well water, strands of that color being found in each pail, and the farming folk had started to show more signs of insanity, madness starting to grow outside the city has animals began to mutate, milk began to spoil before it was even taken from the cow, and the trees began to take on a dark, grey color, laced with strands of that unknown glossy colour. 

Some people started raving, ranting, babbling, and so they were locked away. Farmers grew suspicious of everyone as their family members started to be confiscated by the government out of fear of some unknown disease among them. Some children and those of improper mind were being found drowned in the lake, along with dogs and horses. Soon the outbreak of insanity hit the streets of the city, vague and cryptic words being yelled about the colors, demons, things stuck on their skin and in their minds. The animals in the farms began to disintegrate much like the plant life. Cows legs would crumble, a person’s nose would fall off, and to show for it would be a pile of dust and a vapor of that unknown color escaping the pile. People claimed the lake pulsed at night, even glowing slightly, some claimed the well water was doing it too now. People began to flee as this plague was spreading out of Whitehead and the Farmland to other cities and towns, first the crops would come in, then everything would collapse. People were being driven mad by the sights, strange dreams, headaches and events, and those who weren’t were smart enough to leave. Fugitives both insane and sane were escaping Gattania as the events suddenly took over the entire country. The last words of the monarch before he collapsed into a pile of dust were raving mad rambles about something in the water. Those closest to sources of water seemed to lose their minds first as the plague erupted across the entire nation, until the colour had turned all to dust, leaving only hordes of the insane to escape the wasteland, some partially disintegrated themselves, some physically fine, but mentally belligerent, none to be reasoned with. 


Gattania today consists of a dust wasteland, fit with rain showers of the colour, and hordes of partially disintegrated inhuman maniacs that will attack all on sight. Hordes of the latter are now escaping Gattania, and pose a threat to the livelihood of all that are sane. 




[Hider=Color traits]

Increased time in areas affected by the color causes headaches and strange dreams
Area’s near water experience faster contamination
Wearing a mask in color deserts (areas completely disintegrated) [u]may[/u] help marginally with immediate infection
Water laced with the color pulses at night if in great abundance. 
Does not react to music or religious symbols 
Mutates animals
For event timeline on how things react when infected, read the events of Gattania above.
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I'm hoping this covers all the bases, but since I'm not perfect, it might not have and thus is always subject to change (albeit minor)