Title:           Sunny In Cleveland, Nonsense: Not As Planned, Part 1
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/k8nbHvdN
First Edit:      Thursday 27th of September 2012 07:03:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 27th of September 2012 07:03:20 PM CDT

>You are Employee #098263-A, a Hasbro Biotoys employee
>Well...that WAS your designation
>Now, you're just known as Tom
>You've been promoted for doing so well with sciency shit
>Mostly, you just sent fluffies to their deaths
>The purpose of the experiment was to see if Alicorns were still intelligent with normal fluffy genes injected into them
>They weren't
>The results got you promoted for some reason
>Now you're working on a new project
>A biotoy aimed solely at boys
>Your boss gave you 100% creative freedom on this
>You have just over 6 months to come up with what you want to make
>You plan on completing the project in that time frame
>But what to make?
>You pace around your lab for a few minutes
"What would boys go crazy over...?"
>Humanoid sex robot?
>No. These are kids you're marketing towards
>You jot that down to pitch to your boss later
>Non-fluffy ponies?
>Oh, wait. Those exist. They're called horses
"Wait!"
>Boys like dinosaurs, right?
>That's it!
>You'll clone some and test those out
>What could possibly go wrong?
 
>Fast forward 5 months
 
>Everything went so, so wrong
>You've managed to clone various dinosaur species and bring them to life
>It was pretty difficult
>You had to extract the DNA from fossils, incubate eggs, the works
>You even had to do what they did in Jurassic Park and fill in a shit-ton of gaps
>You didn't use frog DNA though
>You don't want to risk any dinosaurs breeding
>Even so, shit hit the fan pretty quick
>You made Stegosaurs, Velociraptors, Ankylosaurs, and T-Rexes
>Since your building is in Cleveland, you had the perfect opportunity to unveil your creations shortly after Spaghetti Land opened
>You opened the pens on the third day of the park's operation
"Alright...let's do this."
>The dinosaurs obey you in part because of genetic coding, and because of the massive shock collars they wear
>You were leading them out of the labs when the bombs went off
>You were knocked unconscious as you were thrown against the Ankylosaur's armored plates
>When you woke up, three of the dinosaurs were dead
>They were killed by falling debris or shrapnel
"Shit...hope the embryos are safe"
>Wait. Three dead dinosaurs.
>Velociraptor...Ankylosaurus...Stegosaurus...
"Oh my fuck."
>The T-Rex is loose
>The T-Rex is loose in a city full of tourists and fluffies
>And it was under your care
>You are SO fired