You are a Matoran, living in a happy little Matoran village. One day, the resident Makuta comes by and leaves a sign.
IMPORTANT NOTICE ONE OF YOU WILL TURN INTO A HORRIBLE WERE-RAHI EVERY NIGHT UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD. A HORRIBLE BEAST THAT TURNS ANYONE IT WOUNDS INTO ONE OF ITS OWN.
Unbeknownst to you, you were all infected last night.
OOC: New profiles for this if you don't mind, unless you already have a Matoran.
Dah sun slowly sets. It's about this time that most of the villagers go to bed. There is one Ce-Matoran who seems to have a migraine or something, and is holding her head.
I look around. Surely there's a ... nope. This is bad. Thiiiiis is bad. I run over and get behind her. Putting my arms under hers, I start slowly dragging her to my shelter -- Su-Matoran aren't known for their strength. If she doesn't seem to look better by the morning, I'll have to tell a Turaga.
Kromial glances out into the street to see a MATORAN TURNING INTO A RAHI. He calmly/contained panic-ly taps his friend on the shoulder and points toward the Ce-matoran. "Do you see what I see?"