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Joined March 2016
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// big al is putting me in the torment pit
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|| they call me big al
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a smile pulls wide on wesker’s face. the horrible mixture of flesh burning and healing in equal turns turning the vision into a grimacing horror. the game is over: the cat has caught the mouse. leon had managed to make it more than halfway down the stairs— a commendable +
【 we all eventually fold in the game of life . he must have gotten used to getting lucky . but the dice can't always fall the way he wants them to . eventually , his number would be called and he'd fall right into the red . and death is a debt that can never be repaid . ↘︎
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+ so, 𝘴𝘰 much fun, mr. kennedy. let’s not let them ruin it so soon.” excited, the tendrils pull, refusing to allow any oxygen now. “oh, i almost forgot,” reaching again, he pulls his sunglasses from leon’s shirt to perch them back onto his nose. “don’t worry. i’ll +
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+ take good care of you.”
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𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 is reserved for those who do not learn from their mistakes. it seems we have both learned well. ( he hears it the same time chris does— the aforementioned backup arriving. wesker sneers, circling. if he hadn’t been so distracted with the sight of the man in +
[ the taste of iron-rust fills his mouth , a dribble of blood trickling out one corner of snarling lips . enamels had cut the inside of his cheek upon impact , but the pain is minimal to 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 he'd endured after that bomber crashed . he swallows it down ↘︎
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+ fodder is going to change the outcome? ( the hand not holding the knife reaches for the back of chris’ neck in a gesture that mocks all intimacy they may have once shared. uroboros slithers free, digging into the spaces between wesker’s fingers to learn the warmth of chris’ +
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+ skin. it’s a threat, and not a subtle one. ) are these sacrifices really worth 𝘰𝘯𝘦 foolish DSO operative? i was going to send him back to you, you know. a gift. once the improvements were completed. you keep ruining my 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.
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there’s something… refreshing about the courier. maybe it’s the ignorant lack of fear he has toward wesker that throws him off, but the blonde finds himself less irritated than he might be otherwise at both the cursing and the very obvious question. “i am the head researcher +
ᅟ 〝 oh, 〞 courier replies dumbly to flat statement, blinking as he turns head one final time towards sealed doors. he doesn't know enough about umbrella or his deliveries to have ever formed a solid opinion —— being under strict ᅟ
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+ to the purse spilled on the floor and the tape recorder peeking from the flap. “i trust you understand that.” the woman collapses in a heap. albert does not stop walking. “i understand the drive up into the arklays isn’t a very fun one, less so when you have to do it twice +
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+ over, but i have faith your… pride… as a courier won’t leave me without the things i need in order to complete my very important work. isn’t that right?”
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