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[notahandbag]

I'd like to extend a very warm welcome to all of our new arrivals. Allow me to introduce myself finally; I've been a bit busy recently. Doctor William Birkin at your service. I'll admit the peculiar predicament we're currently in is in part my fault. Apologies

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[copywheels]

... In part your fault.

[notahandbag]

Yes. The B.O.W.s are my fault. You all showing up here, not my doing.

[copywheels]

B.O.W.s?

[notahandbag]

Monsters you might call them. The things running around outside.

[copywheels]

Zombies was good enough for me. What does B.O.W stand for?

[notahandbag]

Tomayto, tomahto. And what the acronym stands for is none of your concern. You don't know already, so you clearly don't have a right to learn.

[copywheels]

Whatever. So how are they your fault?

[notahandbag]

The virus that creates them, makes them what they are, was my first creation. I'm still working on it, of course, but it is effective.

[copywheels]

... And why would you want to have a virus like that?

[notahandbag]

To see if I could. ...Also you'd be shocked what people would pay for such a thing.

[copywheels]

Hn. Not all that shocked.

How did it get spread?

[notahandbag]

Teeny tiny little lab accident. No one important got hurt.

...Initially.

It worked amazingly well, but that had the drawback of a group of people getting infected and then... Spreading it across the globe. Not entirely my plan of action, but it's hard to be too picky in this business.

[copywheels]

[Silence. Then, with as much biting sarcasm as can possibly be crammed into a sentence,]

You sound like a real genius.

[notahandbag]

Yeah, I am a real genius, thanks for noticing. [Birkin's being as sarcastic, not exactly thrilled with someone questioning his intellect]

[copywheels]

No problem. [Brats will be brats, okay.]