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In an instant, the mismatched group of weapon-toting invaders is replaced by something a little more promising . . . at least to Saddler's eyes ( Read more... ) -
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Saddler flexes his fingers, so recently deceased. Still a little stiff, but this isn't too much of a problem for now. With a feat of physics, he's managed to compact his master plaga, which is now mostly contained within his "revived" human body.
He certainly didn't expect someone would be foolish enough to attack alone. But he knows the wizard ( Read more... ) -
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The White House. The veritable HQ of America, the free world ( Read more... ) -
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As the group discussed their tactics, Snape learned what he needed to in order to finalize his destination. The White House it would be, then ( Read more... ) -
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About forty miles northeast of Las Vegas, Nevada, there's a piece of land that's hard to tell if it's part of this earth or if it's a Martian landscape. The rocks are sandstone, dyed bright red with iron, twisted over the eons by rains and erosion ( Read more... ) -
A meeting
Saddler waits for word from his second in command. He could have observed the situation through Chief Mendez's eyes, but he was well without the sphere of the plaga's communication. This was yet another thing Saddler wished to improve upon -- the plaga's limitations. He wanted to work cross-dimensionally, and at current, had to rely on others with ( Read more... ) -
Second Threat
The Orbital Anti-Plaga Laser's done its work. Or as much of it as possible, being thousands of miles distant from Raccoon City in the cold of space. In short, there are still infected citizens that slipped by the OAPL in residences and public buildings ( Read more... ) -
TEST TEST TEST
MOVE ALONG PEOPLE NOTHING TO SEE HERE *shoos away*
(Just tweaking the layout.)