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I'll find a way back to you, Ashley. In the meantime, I hope you can pilot a jetski.
So we're all draftees in some war, huh? Won't be swallowing that for a little while. And not easily. It's one thing to know Jacko's Thriller isn't at all far out. It's another to find out that neither's E.T.
...maybe I didn't get rid of that Plagas and I'm hallucinating. Heck, these buildings would've convinced me I'm still in rural Spain if it weren't for that Warden's speech and a lack of crazed cultists shuffling around here.
Self-absorbed monologue aside, the name's Leon S. Kennedy. This might be a bad time but I'd like to know the five W's about this place. Someone to bunk down with is a bonus too.
Anyone care to humor a slab of fresh meat new guy?
(OOC: Strikes barely legible.)