Raccoon City Communications

Hello there, Chris. It seems we are forever entwined to meet. How convenient.

You appear to be playing a game without an opponent. That ends today.

I would really like for someone to explain to me why those disgusting bastards are still able to live in a place such as this? Has no one decided that perhaps it's a bit tiring to attempt to care for them?

And an afterthought: Who the hell makes these rooms up for the Inn's? I swear, if I find more one fucking bug.

To those brought here via the transporter.

Who are you?, what can you do?

Are you as irritated at being dragged here as I am and if so, why are we sitting around. There are zombies. There is a malfunctioning transporter and there are people who know this world.

I for one plan to take advantage of those facts. Anyone else?

If I'm the only one who can think tacticly I will be even more irritated

phone riiing.

i have my name tag.

Wesker is alive.

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My school trunk was waiting for me at the police station today. Strange but comforting.

Look at what I found, Bella.

It would appear a bottle of my favourite nail polish has appeared. Quite peculiar really. It appears to be normal, nothing wrong with it. But to think it would appear here..same shape of an arm and hand and everything. I wonder if this will be a blessing or a curse?

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?!

This better not be some bloody joke. I swear to Merlin if it is I will hex the daylights out of whoever's sick idea this is.

Bloody damn it.