[Come on and sit, he doesn't mind. It'll just take him a moment to formulate an answer.]
...Where I'm from, we've got a bunch of crazy-ass people who try to end the world sometimes. You kill one, another one just pops up a few years later, they're like fuckin' dandelions. It's not like this place, though - they don't want people fucked up like this, they just want people dead. Usually for peace - they think the world would be better off with less people in it, you know?
I was kind of dragged into the middle of it, the last time someone tried. They created this huge...monster, I guess, that was supposed to spread a virus that would destroy the world, and it would reign over whatever was left
This thing was bigger than the department store in Veilstone. Looked like what you'd get if you whacked someone in half with an axe at the waist. Entrails and tendrils everywhere. No face, either, just skin stretched over sockets where its eyes and mouth were supposed to be.
They were keeping it in an undersea facility off the coast of a country I was in at the moment. I was in the facility when it woke up, I got to spend some quality time locked in a chamber with it.
[...]
So I mean, yeah, technically? I dunno if I'd call it a fish, but close enough.
cw: body horror, resident evil being itself
...Where I'm from, we've got a bunch of crazy-ass people who try to end the world sometimes. You kill one, another one just pops up a few years later, they're like fuckin' dandelions. It's not like this place, though - they don't want people fucked up like this, they just want people dead. Usually for peace - they think the world would be better off with less people in it, you know?
I was kind of dragged into the middle of it, the last time someone tried. They created this huge...monster, I guess, that was supposed to spread a virus that would destroy the world, and it would reign over whatever was left
This thing was bigger than the department store in Veilstone. Looked like what you'd get if you whacked someone in half with an axe at the waist. Entrails and tendrils everywhere. No face, either, just skin stretched over sockets where its eyes and mouth were supposed to be.
They were keeping it in an undersea facility off the coast of a country I was in at the moment. I was in the facility when it woke up, I got to spend some quality time locked in a chamber with it.
[...]
So I mean, yeah, technically? I dunno if I'd call it a fish, but close enough.