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six billion cries of agony
a new genesis is at hand
24 May 2009 @ 06:51 pm
[public]
It seems that I was affected by the island's recent age regression event. Terra, Tear, and anyone else who showed me kindness, you have my thanks.
[private; unhackable]
Another visit to my childhood, Memento Eden? Your attention is flattering, but unwarranted. I was weak, then. I have made myself strong. You'll see this for yourself soon enough.
The island, my homeland... Nothing changes. So many feeble humans living their pathetic, insignificant lives. Deluding themselves into becoming the center of their own personal universes. S.T.A.R.S. was no exception. How did I stand to live among those clowning fools? Marini, Burton, Redfield... That last was a resident here at Memento Eden, though he has since disappeared. The others... Aiken, Valentine, and our newest recruit, Chambers.
I know their names and faces, but their purpose still eludes me. Why go to the trouble of founding S.T.A.R.S.? Surely there was more at stake than control over the Raccoon region. S.T.A.R.S. was my creation, and I do not waste opportunities. There must have been...
...
[silence, followed by soft chuckling]
Yes. Yes, I see now... Umbrella's time was at an end. To hasten my escape, and to secure my position with its competitors... I lead them to their deaths. S.T.A.R.S. was the best and the brightest; their training made for ideal test data for the Arklay facilities' inhabitants.
That was my plan. That was the reason I spent two years masquerading as their beloved leader. And yet...
I met Chris Redfield, here on the island. He was older than I remember him, by at least a decade. That tells me he did not perish the night I sent S.T.A.R.S. to their deaths. Something went wrong.
Yet another reason to bring this island to its knees. I will find where they have taken you, Chris, and I will wring the answers I need from your screaming mouth. I'm not the weak child I was. I am Albert Wesker, and nothing- and no one -will stand in my way.
[[5% spent on the S.T.A.R.S. members and Wesker's plan to lead them to their deaths at the Arklay facility. 17% total regain, 0% remaining.]]
17 May 2009 @ 12:25 am
I'm sorry! I am sorry, please do not hurt... me?
...?
Fräu Hansel? Why have you stopped... where did she go? This is not... ah, ow... my head...
S-somebody... please help me...
[[OOC: Collapsed in Lloyd and Wesker's room is an extremely malnourished boy bleeding profusely from several wounds.]]
...?
Fräu Hansel? Why have you stopped... where did she go? This is not... ah, ow... my head...
S-somebody... please help me...
[[OOC: Collapsed in Lloyd and Wesker's room is an extremely malnourished boy bleeding profusely from several wounds.]]
01 April 2009 @ 01:05 am
...Yes, yes, it all makes sense now. Darkness is the only path to truth. Only by casting aside my humanity and embracing the shadows can I find the power to gain true power!
Here, at the start of everything, it begins. The accumulated filth of their lesbian orgies and awkward love triangles will foam up about their waists, and the manjuu and shinigami of Accursed Eden will look up and shout "Stop trying to kill us!"
And I'll whisper: "No, I want to keep killing you."
Because I'm hardcore like that.
The plan is already underway. All I need is twenty thousand gallons of baby oil, a dozen barrucadas (note to self: barracudi?) and a New York meatball hoagie. Only with these three crucial elements can my master plan be unveiled to the world! And myself.
Prepare yourselves, Memento Eden, to meet your new god.
Well, y'know. Newest god. At least until the next one shows up.
24 March 2009 @ 09:46 pm
[private, unhackable]
"Death"? Really now, Memento Eden, this is childish of you. I'm afraid you'll need to try a little harder than that if you wish to unnerve me.
However...
This new arrival, Chris. I can't explain why, but even thinking of him raises a hatred in me. I haven't felt a sensation this vivid since my arrival on the island. It's almost invigorating.
Chris, Chris, Chris... who are you...
"Death"? Really now, Memento Eden, this is childish of you. I'm afraid you'll need to try a little harder than that if you wish to unnerve me.
However...
This new arrival, Chris. I can't explain why, but even thinking of him raises a hatred in me. I haven't felt a sensation this vivid since my arrival on the island. It's almost invigorating.
Chris, Chris, Chris... who are you...
I suppose we'll find out. If my memories have anything to say about him, I am eager to see what. For now, I think it best if these weapons stay with me...
There may even be a use for them soon.
The time has come to set this plan into motion. Your initiative is admirable, Medusa... I shall have to thank you if this works. And if not, you may find I am not so easily manipulated as the lawyer.
[filtered to Maya, unhackable]
We must speak. Come to the forest, alone, tonight.
This is not an appointment you can afford to miss.
20 March 2009 @ 11:32 pm
[private, unhackable]
Providence smiles on me. Micaiah's disappearance is quite... convenient. Her suspicion towards me me could have very well destroyed this entire operation.
How helpful of her, to disappear of her own accord. I didn't even need to lift a finger.
Though it's almost a pity; I could use the entertainment. Only the most suicidal of criminals would dare brave this weather, and so I find myself with far too much time on my hands... Idle hands are the devil's playthings, the saying goes. I wonder how much truth there is to it.
How extremely pathetic. Humans, the so-called ruling life form of this planet, driven to huddle beneath blankets by a mere drop in temperature. For all their centuries of knowledge, culture, and intellectual advancement, they are still at the mercy of their own physical limitations. Still subject to the cruel whims and machinations of nature.
Little wonder I discarded such despicable weakness. To surrender to such a helpless existence is to choose a path of meek, unaspiring compliance. To reject that path, to discard one's "humanity"... They would call me a monster if they knew, but I am not the one shivering in my room like a child.
No. No, I am no monster.
In fact, I'm well on my way to becoming a god.
05 March 2009 @ 10:07 pm
[filtered to the patrolmen, town guards, Franziska; unhackable]
We have a suspect.
Jonathan Teatime. At the site of the last murder, there was a faint blood trail leading back to the kitchens- only a few drops here and there, it's no wonder we haven't picked up on it. This leaves our possible suspects as Mr. Teatime and Mist, and of the two I think the former is understandably more suspicious.
I've done some digging and learned that Teatime had a strenuous relationship with the not-so-dearly-departed Dexter Grif. From what I gather, Mr. Grif was- or is, I suppose -not the most... amicable man. He made the mistake of annoying Teatime once too often, it seems.
It's possible that he's attempting to frame Ms. Fey for Godot's killing. There is no evidence to incriminate him in the actual murder, but he's almost certainly suspect for the assorted killings since Christmas. I took the liberty of searching his room and discovered no less than 29 assorted knives, blades, and bizarre instruments whose exact function eludes me, for which I daresay I am profoundly grateful.
It is my personal opinion that our best course of action at this time would be to apprehend Mr. Teatime and hold him in custody, immediately, to be followed by a public statement of his arrest.
[filtered to Teatime; unhackable]
You may wish to have a chat with your associate while you still have time.
We have a suspect.
Jonathan Teatime. At the site of the last murder, there was a faint blood trail leading back to the kitchens- only a few drops here and there, it's no wonder we haven't picked up on it. This leaves our possible suspects as Mr. Teatime and Mist, and of the two I think the former is understandably more suspicious.
I've done some digging and learned that Teatime had a strenuous relationship with the not-so-dearly-departed Dexter Grif. From what I gather, Mr. Grif was- or is, I suppose -not the most... amicable man. He made the mistake of annoying Teatime once too often, it seems.
It's possible that he's attempting to frame Ms. Fey for Godot's killing. There is no evidence to incriminate him in the actual murder, but he's almost certainly suspect for the assorted killings since Christmas. I took the liberty of searching his room and discovered no less than 29 assorted knives, blades, and bizarre instruments whose exact function eludes me, for which I daresay I am profoundly grateful.
It is my personal opinion that our best course of action at this time would be to apprehend Mr. Teatime and hold him in custody, immediately, to be followed by a public statement of his arrest.
[filtered to Teatime; unhackable]
You may wish to have a chat with your associate while you still have time.
03 March 2009 @ 06:29 pm
23 February 2009 @ 09:59 pm
[private, unhackable]
[silence, followed by soft chuckling]
I was almost growing worried there for a moment. Really, I should have known better. Even in "paradise", the primal blackness of the human nature seeps through. Whatever forces thought they could hold us here were fools to think they could keep this place free from suffering.
Two murders in the same night. I do believe we have a serial killer on our hands. Crimes of passion, committed in the heat of the moment? I doubt it. The victims have nothing to do with one another, the methods in the Godot case too professional. No, someone is leading us on, playing games... Someone very intelligent and very dangerous, nestled right here in our happy little community. How very entertaining.
This is only the beginning. I must thank you, my elusive quarry. You've given me that rarest of gifts: hope.
13 February 2009 @ 10:08 pm
Doctor McNinja is gone. Pity, I suppose. It was good to have a fellow man of science around.
Micaiah, my room has been vacated. If you wish to move there for the weekend, I doubt a new arrival will have been placed there yet.
[private, unhackable]
How very convenient for me. That man made a mockery of my work and knew far too much for one so... ridiculous. One less thorn in my side.
There is still, however, another to be removed. The girl suspects... something. I may not be able to coerce her into silence as I did for McNinja.
The time has come to find... alternate methods of persuasion.
Micaiah, my room has been vacated. If you wish to move there for the weekend, I doubt a new arrival will have been placed there yet.
[private, unhackable]
How very convenient for me. That man made a mockery of my work and knew far too much for one so... ridiculous. One less thorn in my side.
There is still, however, another to be removed. The girl suspects... something. I may not be able to coerce her into silence as I did for McNinja.
The time has come to find... alternate methods of persuasion.
08 February 2009 @ 10:10 pm
[private, unhackable]
This creature is sentient. What kind of mere bird has this kind of intelligence? Its brain isn't nearly large enough to accomodate more than the most basic levels of thought, how can it...?
Magic, of course. How incredibly sloppy. For all its faults, at least my world follows logical rules.
Much as I would enjoy dissecting this particular nuisance, questions might be raised. My patience with this island wears thin. I have yet to remember how to manufacture the T-Virus, and procuring the necessary equipment could be difficult.
Nevertheless, idle hands are the devil's playthings.
[/private]
Micaiah, I believe I have something of yours.
This creature is sentient. What kind of mere bird has this kind of intelligence? Its brain isn't nearly large enough to accomodate more than the most basic levels of thought, how can it...?
Magic, of course. How incredibly sloppy. For all its faults, at least my world follows logical rules.
Much as I would enjoy dissecting this particular nuisance, questions might be raised. My patience with this island wears thin. I have yet to remember how to manufacture the T-Virus, and procuring the necessary equipment could be difficult.
Nevertheless, idle hands are the devil's playthings.
[/private]
Micaiah, I believe I have something of yours.
12 January 2009 @ 11:52 pm
( [private, unhackable] )
[[/private]]
A few short notifications. To everyone who purchased anonymous presents for me, you have my thanks. The snow globe is especially nice. The hat, I'm afraid, will not see daylight, although I suppose it's the thought that counts.
Miss Renge, there is a fine line between harmless pranks and harrassment, the latter of which is a punishable crime. You would do well to remember that.
McNinja... thank you for the tie. It's... nice.
Finally, I am afraid I'm unfamiliar with the medical practices here. Would anyone happen to know if Memento Eden is equipped with a pharmacy?
[[3% spent on Umbrella, for a 12% total regain.]]
[[/private]]
A few short notifications. To everyone who purchased anonymous presents for me, you have my thanks. The snow globe is especially nice. The hat, I'm afraid, will not see daylight, although I suppose it's the thought that counts.
Miss Renge, there is a fine line between harmless pranks and harrassment, the latter of which is a punishable crime. You would do well to remember that.
McNinja... thank you for the tie. It's... nice.
Finally, I am afraid I'm unfamiliar with the medical practices here. Would anyone happen to know if Memento Eden is equipped with a pharmacy?
[[3% spent on Umbrella, for a 12% total regain.]]
01 January 2009 @ 11:56 pm
[private, unhackable]
Dr. James Marcus.
Our teacher, mentor, and friend. He taught Birkin and I everything we knew, or at least up until that point. He was brilliant- the driving force behind the T-Virus research. Unfortunately, he was also paranoid, obsessive, and increasingly mad. Someone... Someone employed Birkin and I to dispatch him and take his research. Pity he outlived his usefulness, otherwise we might have at least made an effort to negotiate.
Poor, deranged Marcus. Times changed, and you were unable to keep up. You clung to your precious Progenitor, refusing to advance any further, ignoring the possibilities the future held. No wonder our employer wanted you dead. Still, I have to thank you... Your death taught me as much, if not more, than your life ever did.
On a more pressing and recent note, Shu Shirakawa and the Anti-Spiral disappeared within days of each other some weeks ago. I'd missed it due to the events, but it's enough to make a man suspicious. The number of people on this island even remotely tolerable dwindles every day. Something must be done- and soon.
[[2% spent on Marcus and the Training Management facility research. 9% total regain.]]
25 December 2008 @ 09:48 pm
[private, unhackable]
While I appreciate not being made an utter fool of, I would have preferred becoming someone not so concerned with... trivial matters. I had hoped the great Vlad Dracula would be a little more productive.
I suppose I have some explaining to do.
My apologies for the problems caused by my transformation. For those of you not familiar with the story, Count Dracula is a myth figure known for popularizing... vampires.
He was a monster. My becoming him for the event was most regrettable. I trust we can put this unpleasant incident behind us.
[filtered to Maya]
...How are you feeling?
[/private]
Merry Christmas, everyone. Take care and stay safe for the holidays.
19 December 2008 @ 04:57 pm
[private, unhackable]
This island is an absurdity; a nonsense world, more like a child's fable than reality. Some of the people here speak of a memory-stealing island, the others appear as confused as myself. Nevertheless, the blood that flows through their veins tastes the same, if not better, than home.
Drawing from that girl from earlier has strengthened me, but if my confrontation with the angel is any indication, it is not enough. And with van Helsing here as well, I see no reason for restraint. It would be rude not to gorge myself on the feast so graciously presented before me. What kind of guest would I be?
Micaiah, Tsubaki, Kore, and the Red Queen. I've already sampled one of you, and the rest will fall in line soon enough. My beautiful brides... We will start a new family here, dispose of van Helsing, the angel, and the... other one... and live in happiness for all eternity. A new world, where I will reign as God, and you my loyal servants. This, I promise you. Come...
...hmm? Micaiah, your little companion is proving troublesome... Foul little creature. When the girl is mine, I'll have her pluck off your wings herself. Enjoy your meddling while it lasts; I look forward to watching your writhing carcass squirm.
15 December 2008 @ 03:01 pm
So... bright. Not at all like my homeland... Nevertheless, I see no reason to panic. There is no reason a Count cannot extend courtesy to his wonderful hosts. While it does have its faults, I see this island as a rich opportunity to begin anew, and enjoy a taste of foreign culture.
I am particularly eager to partake of the local cuisine.
Listen to the music of the night, my children. Listen, and obey.
[[Somewhat important! Dracula!Wesker can be found playing the piano in his room, don't ask where he found it. The music will prove oddly attractive and hypnotic to young women, particularly virgins- they might feel compelled to follow it to its source. Men may be affected too, although to a lesser degree.]]
27 November 2008 @ 12:44 pm
01 November 2008 @ 11:45 am
[private, unhackable]
There was a time when I was weak. I survived, and swore that I would never be controlled, never be used, again. The world devours the weak, and it is only those who take their destiny into their own hands who triumph.
That's all I have to say on that subject.
The T-Virus... It was modeled off of another virus, one my superiors had already created. Birkin and I were on the research team that developed it. The idea was, to say the least, ambitious- to create a viral bioweapon that not only killed its targets, but reanimated them into bioweapons themselves with the sole purpose of infecting others. The research was a success.
We conquered death.
...but it is not the T-Virus that runs through my veins. I may not feel, but I think, I speak, I feel no craving for human flesh. What am I? What is this power that courses through me, begging to be used? We were trying to create the ultimate bioweapon. Am I the end result of that research?
I don't have the answers yet. But I will have them, one way or another.
18 October 2008 @ 10:27 pm
[private, unhackable]
So many people, celebrating. So many fools trying to immerse themselves in a new world. All playing right into our captors' plans...
Now would be the ideal time to eradicate them all. A single bomb... An airborne toxin... It would be so easy.
...
Next time, Memento Eden.
[[Wesker will be patroling the town alone during the onsen event. Anyone not attending, feel free to notice him skulking around and harass him.]]
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