Albert Wesker

The WallIt starts with a thought. So I sit. And I write. And I write. And I write. Until a memory appears. Whether it be from a word, or a phrase. I'm there. In that small room. With that damned buzzing of fluorescent lights. And the faint smell of cheap aftershave. The wall of black boxes in front of me yet again. Stretching farther than I could ever see. All locked. Except for one. I cock my head to the side, daring it to open. It draws me in. Like some sort of black hole. Sucking up all my awareness.The Wall
Will I laugh? Will I cry? &n
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Callisto: You don't just kill me and walk away.
Xena: No, no, yes, no, I tried that, yes--both ways, no, I don't know, no again. Are there anymore questions? Good.
Gabby: Are you insane!? Have you no understanding of absolute inviolate cuddleness?!
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Callisto: You don't just kill me and walk away.
Xena: No, no, yes, no, I tried that, yes--both ways, no, I don't know, no again. Are there anymore questions? Good.
Gabby: Are you insane!? Have you no understanding of absolute inviolate cuddleness?!
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GUESS WHO.
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The Hello Kitty and Star Wars in your signature gave you away
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Callisto: You don't just kill me and walk away.
Xena: No, no, yes, no, I tried that, yes--both ways, no, I don't know, no again. Are there anymore questions? Good.
Gabby: Are you insane!? Have you no understanding of absolute inviolate cuddleness?!
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