[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-14-A-New-Plan-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=64183986#referred-AttackoftheAlts]Chapter 14: A New Plan[/url] [u]Chapter 15: The Transformation[/u] Greene’s horrified eyes were fixated upon Smiggles, who was lying face down in the cell across from her. Her body had started to go through significant physical changes: She increased about three feet in height; her body had become completely hairless, her skin was covered in blisters and sores and showed mixed coloration of green and yellow; her muscles were starting to balloon and become chiseled. Quarantine kneeled down next to Greene and hugged her in an attempt to show comfort. “Listen, Greene,” said Quarantine as she slowly tried to pull her away from the sight. “There’s nothing we can do…JOHN CENA’s experiment is complete.” Greene stripped herself of Quarantine’s arms and pushed her away, tears streaming down her face. “No, you’re wrong! I know she’s still in there!” She leaned her body against the cell door and reached her arm out towards Smiggles. “Come on, Smiggles, wake up!” Smiggles’s body started to twitch rapidly in response to Greene’s cries. She used her left arm to push herself up and face Greene, whose mouth was agape in terror. Every distinguishable female feature of her was gone, and her body seemed to take on a genderless role. “[i]Help meee…[/i]” said Smiggles in a low, raspy voice, as her eyes started to roll back behind her skull. She rose up to her knees and grabbed the cell door with her left hand and exposed her mutilated right arm, whose forearm was surgically replaced with a mechanical axe. All of a sudden, her head violently jerked backwards as she let out a blood-curdling scream, which caused Greene to jump back away from her cell door. A group of Alts, followed by JOHN CENA, immediately stormed down into the prison and observed the transformation. “What did you do to her!” shouted Greene in a furious rage, stretching her arms through the door trying to hit JOHN CENA. He turned to Greene with a sadistic smirk plastered on his face and said, “I have created the perfect Alt.” He turned back around and watched Smiggles’s body complete its final transformation. Her screaming suddenly stopped and her head unanimously jerked back into its upright position. Her eyes had turned deep green, and blood dripped from her mouth. She slowly stood up and staggered around, completely revealing her hulking stature and fully mutated body. One of JOHN CENA’s Alts, who was wearing a lab coat, took out a clipboard. “Shall I run the test, master?” said the Alt. JOHN CENA responded with a nod, and the Alt readied his phallus-shaped pen. He started to sound off a series of questions towards the mutated Smiggles. “What is your name?” After a minute of slow, heavy breaths, she opened her sickly mouth and spoke. “Zygluta…” Her voice was unnaturally deep and was mixed with a growl. The Alt began scribbling on his clipboard. “What are you?” “I am the perfect Alt.” “How will you serve the almighty JOHN CENA?” Zygluta’s mouth began to fill with saliva and its hands clenched into fists. “I will kill the Flood’s Salvation…and I will resurrect the mighty Shrek!” The Alt finished writing and looked at JOHN CENA in amazement. “The Zygluta Project is at full strength, my lord!” “You won’t get away with this!” Greene exclaimed towards JOHN CENA. “My friends will come for me, and Officer Nasty will ban you for good!” JOHN CENA chuckled as he commanded the Alts to open up Zygluta’s cell and attach a shock collar to its neck. “Your petty group of thugs can’t withstand my power,” said JOHN CENA as he began to summon a life-sized dong. “If they even dare to enter Flood City, my meatspin vortex and my Alts will consume every last rebel until they bow down to me.” He bended his arm and stretched it towards Greene, which caused the dong to whip back and smack her. The resulting force of the impact with the dong made her collide with the back wall and fall next to Quarantine, who was idly sitting on her bed. JOHN CENA motioned his Alts to bring Zygluta to his chamber as he briskly walked out of the prison. Greene whimpered in pain as she tried to crawl up on the bed next to Quarantine. “I told you there was nothing you could do,” said Quarantine, as she blankly stared forward. “I hope your friends are prepared for JOHN CENA’s wrath.” JOHN CENA stood in the center of Bungie palace’s main chamber with Camnator and Zygluta, who was growling and breathing heavily. “How can this be the perfect Alt?” questioned Camnator, who took a peek at Zygluta’s backside. “It doesn’t even have a sweet booty!” JOHN CENA grinned at Camnator’s booty remark, laid a hand on his shoulder, and explained. “My dear Camnator, don’t be so naïve! Zygluta is the culmination of years of work that I have put in to create the Alt that can match with anybody’s strength, and is a necromancer to the banned. Please, observe.” JOHN CENA turned towards the center of the chamber and pointed towards a spot on the floor. “Zygluta, I command thee to unban Shrek, the dark ogrelord of the swamp!” Zygluta responded by raising its arms above its head and falling to its knees. It started to wave its arms back and forth and moan in a melodious tone. All of a sudden, a bright green portal appeared on the floor, followed by Zygluta beginning Shrek’s chant. “Shrek the Mighty! Shrek the unerring! Shrek the unassailable! To you we give Praise! Arise from your slumber and allow me to lift your ban, for your assistance is requested by the almighty JOHN CENA!” The entire palace began to rumble as the portal began to rapidly expand. Eventually, the massive green ogre stepped out of the portal, his round, pudgy face still bruised from where Officer Nasty struck him with the banhammer. “Aye, I have awoken!” screamed Shrek in a thick Scottish accent. Camnator was left standing dumbfounded in awe after observing Zygluta’s necromancy. “Excellent…” said JOHN CENA, evil emanating from his body. “The second phase of the Zygluta Project can be set in motion.” Shrek fell to one knee and bowed his head to JOHN CENA. “I wish to find the one who banned me and pound his shrektum into the swamp for eternity!” “Your wish is fulfilled,” said JOHN CENA as he started removing Zygluta’s shock collar. “You can find Officer Nasty, the scum that banned you, in Destiny City.” JOHN CENA directed his direction towards Camnator, “I want you to go back to Destiny City with Shrek and Zygluta, and I want you to extinguish those rebels once and for all.” “What about those Destiny Purifier squirts?” asked Camnator. JOHN CENA glared him dead in the eyes, his expression showing pure sinister intentions. “Kill them all.”