What I want to know? What in hell's special about typewriters. Every so often I see one, and think, "yeah! There's one!" Why a typewriter?

Could get one, actually.

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It's a nice night.

( For one thing. . . )

He doesn't truly know what happened to his predecessor. There's a sort of alien smell to a hallway down on a restricted area, something almost like him but with a sharp chemical tang that makes the plaga stir uneasily. It's on a passageway to outside, though. And as he takes a few steps away from his escort, he knows two things: he can get through ( Read more... )

((In record time.))

((But Mike gets it back when he wants it. Anyway. Nexus LOL, different person. Krauser: Reloaded is being downloaded now. Please stand by. . .))

((No, Krauser does not have a gerbil. He's just crazy and has a very odd sense of humor.))

"I can feel it rolling around, thrashing inside me. It's still keyed up from seeing the other Plagas. It almost ripped out of me that day, for the chance to kill them."

Jack paced the walls or his cell, restlessly. The time between treatments and reinforced cell visits was getting shorter and shorter. Ever since utilizing his power against the alien, his control had been getting harder and harder to maintain.

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Krauser tromped down the corridors of the lab, questioning a passing lab tech every now and then. He carried a canister in his left hand and needed to find Wesker.

After 15 minutes of pure frustration, he finally found the lab Wesker was in.

"Yo, Wesker. Got a little something for you..."

Krauser had just recieved the mako injection a scant half-hour ago. There was only some initial discomfort. He paced restlessly in the observation area, waiting for the 24 hour period to be over ( Read more... )

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