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Below can be found all files transcribed from Revelations 2 excluding non-narrative files that only detail puzzle direction. I invite residents to debate these files, including virus theory, character motives, background history, suplimentary narrative, and localisation errors highlighted from translations of the Japanese BioHazard files :
Shot and killed subject J038 as he planned to escape. His body was properly disposed of. Usage of Cell #1 at the second floor entrance is prohibited until the wall can be repaired.
Prisoner's Journal Written in Russian
How many days has it been since I've been locked up here? They torture us daily. 'Experiments' they call it. To what end? I hope they didn't get anyone else.
My poor, poor brother is trapped in this hell with me. Today they burned off his left arm with some fire-breathing contraption, and then used a bladed one to chop off his left leg. Said they're gonna do the same to his remaining limbs tomorrow. He begged me to put him out of his pain. Can't get those words outta my head. I'm pretty shaken up. Doesn't help that the damned guard said if he dies, I take his place. Is there no end to our suffering?
Looks like the day I have dreaded has arrived. I can no longer hear my brother. But the guard's footsteps... he's coming this way! I should have prayed for death when I had the chance.
Excert from Kafka's 'The Trial'
The man expressed his wish to pass through the gates.
The gatekeeper answered, "If you truly wish to pass through, then break the rules and go. But be forewarned: I am but a lowly gatekeeper. Those beyond the gates will cause you to tremble in fear."
Excerpt from Kafka's 'In the Penal Colony'
The Traveler asked, "He doesn't know his own sentence?"
The Officer replied, "It would be useless to give him that information. He experiences it on his own body."
Rules for Monitoring Test Subjects
Those participating in the experiments must observe the following rules:
The subjects must be monitored 24 hours a day.
Monitor the sensor for any changes; log its status every 10 minutes.
Dispose of any subject showing signs of abnormality immediately.
Factory Chief's Journal 1 Written in Russian
I did everything I could, but it looks like I'm gonna disappoint my parents after all. I can't save the family factory. There are no orders coming in. Nothing I can do about that. It's gotta be her fault! No doubt about it! She's been persistent in her efforts to drive us out of here. Looks like she's gonna get her way. She's knows there's no way for us to fight back. Just who does she think she is anyway? Acting like some kind of all-powerful dictator! But the way things are now, it would be impossible to openly oppose her while living here on this island. I don't really have a choice. I have to do what she wants. At least she promises I can stay on as the chief...
Factory Chief's Journal 2 Written in Russian
My factory is ruined! Ruined! And it's all thanks to her! What the hell is the meaning of all those traps she set? She says security. I've never seen security like that. What the hell is secure about any of this? She's got some twisted ideas in her head. It must be her parents' fault. Who knows what kind of horrible abuse they subjected her to. I gotta watch my temper. I went too far, started yelling at her. She showed me, though. She reneged on her promise and now she's running the show. I don't want to piss her off anymore so I keep my mouth shut. I know my place, and that place is staying alive. After all, all I have left is my life.
A Eulogy for my Brethren
We followed Master Alex to this island of Zabytij, which she has code-named 'No. 46'. Our efforts have brought prosperity to the island, but more than that, we have come to help the Master achieve her goal of rebirth. You have performed splendidly in your tasks. Even in your final task, to provide the Master with valuable data at the cost of your own lives. We are bonded in our servitude to the Master. I consider you my colleagues, and my friends. I will help the Master to finish the work which we have all started. I promise that your sacrifices will not be in vain. May you rest in peace.
A Letter to My Compatriots
My fellow visionaries. The time has finally come. Everything has gone as I said it would. All that remains is for her to hold up her end of the bargain. And then I can finish what we started seven years ago. Just one little sample is all I need to change the world. But the world is already changing. And not in a good way. The latest incident in Africa is just proof. This kind of madness will keep repeating itself until nothing is left but tragedy and despair. The world needs someone to take charge and lead it through these dark times. Lansdale was right, of course. What he tried to do in Terragrigia...people call him a villain. But he's a hero. He was trying to save us. I understood that, as do you. I'm will do whatever it takes to realize his vision. He was the only one to see that sacrifices were needed and that something good can be built on them, even if it means dealing with the devil herself to do it.
Irina's Last Words Written in Russian
The bodies continue to pile up here. There's so many. My God, what have we done? That woman...that Alex...she didn't come here to save us. She came here to destroy us. My father was right all along. All she wants to do is make monsters. And people die. We have been helping her do it, all this time. How could we have been so stupid? She injected us all with something. I don't know what it is. But they start to itch. Then their bodies...they just start to fall apart. Once the blindness sets in, that's the final stage. It's just a matter of time...for me too...
Oh, Papa...I wish you were here. I wish I could see you again. this island is done for. there's nothing left but death.
i don't know how much time i have left can't be long
legs already feelfunny
itching started nofocus painpainpain in my joints
Mine Worker's Scribbled Note
The poison gas continues to be leak, causing it to spread out and become more concentrated. It's impossible access the underground facility without turning on the ventilation system. Since the ventilation system uses up a lot of power, we only turn it on when needed. We just reopened the mines, but they're not gonna stay open for long at this rate. If we lose this place then the island's done for.
Mine Worker's Diary 1 Written in Russian
I'm finally gonna get a chance to work for our benefactor down in the mining facility! Gonna be rolling in the big bucks now! I had no idea until they hired me, but apparently they're making pharmaceutical products down on the lower levels. You gotta have a permit to even go down there, and security seems pretty tight. Must be some pretty important stuff going on down there.
She's got her own staff working in the research facility, but there are also some of us islanders working for her as well. Everyone who works directly under her gets a nice, fat paycheck. The money, the status, who wouldn't want that? But lately? They've been bringing a lot of new people in. They're not particularly smart or useful, it's just they just need people by the dozens. I've seen a lot of people go in, but no one comes out. I guess there must be another exit somewhere down there, right?
Mine Worker's Diary 2 Written in Russian
Sometimes the researchers carry these boxes to the back rooms. I accidentally caught a glimpse inside one. It looked...looked human. Or, like it used to be. But that's crazy. I mean, that's crazy, right? No no no. My imagination is just running wild. You can't do that kind of thing. Still, it makes the mind think things. Can't help but be a little worried for my family now.
So my imagination got the best of me. I had to know what was inside of those boxes. Goddamnit, be careful what you wish for. It was human bodies! Our bodies, the bodies of my fellow islanders! All chopped up into pieces! Research? This is nothing more than sick, twisted murder! Those boxes...they've been coming through everyday. To think that every time... That woman! We trusted her! We thought she was helping us! Instead she's just using us!
I thought maybe I'd overreacted a bit. Thought I'd give her a chance to explain. I asked her to meet with me, but she ignored my request. So it's come to this. I'll force the truth out of her. Just apply a little pressure and she'll cop to what's been going on here. I've been working hard all my life, and she's a thin little woman. I can overpower her. Easily. I don't like the idea, but something must be done and I'm all out of options here. Someone needs to stand up and do what's right. Might as well be me. I'm coming for you, Alex. You're gonna regret the day you decided to mess with us!
Specimen Disposal Log
The corpse of the researcher who was killed by the test subject was sent to the morgue in the back of the observation room. The body has been sterilized. Personal artifacts such as keys have also been sterilized and are being kept in the morgue.
The security for the cultivation plant has been set to Level 2 owing to the chief's death in an accident while conducting experiments. I heard that new security cards will be given out from the chief's room. I only overheard this, so I guess I'm not getting one. Maybe that's for the best. These cultivation experiments with the Uroboros virus seem pretty dangerous.
Starting today we begin research on the effects of the Uroboros virus when used with corpses. (Everyday we receive a great number of corpses are delivered to our doorstep. Stuart certainly does work hard to ensure we never have a shortage or research materials.) We started right off the bat injecting the virus into a corpse. The corpse became reanimated, like some sort of marionette--an aggressive marionette, to be sure. It attacked anyone it came in contact with. This line of research is starting to look more and more like bioweapons development.
Oct. 11, 2008
So I found this little island in a dusty old book, and it's not listed on any maps or anything. So I thought cool, a chance for adventure on an uncharted island. I'm so there. Chartering a helicopter to get there wasn't cheap. And as soon as we touched down, the locals seized the chopper and took me into custody. So not cool. And now I'm locked up in this dirty old room. These dudes are whacked. I can't explain how, but you know how you just look at someone and something's not right? Yeah, major bad vibes here.
Oct. 12, 2008
So these dudes have been debating what to do with me. How about letting me go? I've been telling them over and over, I just came for the adventure. They're not listening. This is so not cool.
Oct. 19, 2008
So apparently, these dudes can't wrap their heads around the idea that an outsider could find this place. Like, hello? It's the technology age. What can't a person find if they looked hard enough? But you know, I'm starting to feel like coming here wasn't such a good idea.
Dec. 10, 2008
Two goddamn months. And I'm still here. This is bullshit! Something bad is happening. I haven't seen anyone. and I can't see it...but I can hear animal-like growling. What the fuck! They haven't forgotten about me in here, right? Right?
Dec. 19, 2008
no food no water got some rain water it helps
no energy to even catch a rat
not gonna last
Dec. 26, 2008
water water water
god please WATER
Female Villager's Letter Written in Russian
My dearly beloved. It has been a year since you left to go work in the mines. I thank you for your service. And of course, I am thankful to the one who gave us this opportunity, the one who saved us from despair. You were supposed to be gone for only a year. That was the term. Yet you have not returned. Why? But not just you. Friends, other villagers...they disappear and never return. I've heard rumors--of poison gases and beasts and unspeakable horrors and I don't want to say what else. I hope you return home as soon as possible. I'm waiting for you.
Mock Experiment Results
8 Nov. 2009
The latest mock moved us even closer to the real test. This time 11 candidates were fitted with the sensor bracelets, then subjected to extreme emotional stress for varying lengths of time. Results: Three died immediately. The remaining eight eventually mutated at some point and were disposed of. The trial ended with none of the subs overcoming their fear.
To any friendlies who find this. We've been abducted against our will and forcibly taken to this island. Our names are Neil Fisher, Pedro Fernandez, Edward Thompson, & Gabriel Chavez. I don't have coordinates for our location, and I don't know if anyone else is here with us. There's something out there. I can't make out if it's human or animal. I can hear feral, vicious growling. At least multiple potential hostiles. We've been outfitted with these unusual devices on our wrists. We got a transmission from an unknown female, telling us to go to the 'Vossek'. (Not sure on the spelling.) If you're a friendly who is reading this, meet us at this Vossek. Be safe, be alert. G. Chavez
Parting Words to My Dear Father
You poor, decrepit old man. You wanted to create a new world, and rule over that world as a god. But for all your ambitions, you couldn't overcome man's most formidable enemies-- age and disease. You had everything, but your crumbling body betrayed you. And then your own "son" snuffed out whatever pitiful entrails of life you had left, leaving you to become nothing more than a footnote in the annals of history. You failed, old man. But fear not. Your dream will live on. I will take the wealth of knowledge, power, and test subjects you have given me, and succeed where you failed. I will create the new world, and I will rule over it as a god. Your legacy will have been long forgotten, but mine has only just begun. May your soul - if you ever had one - rot in torment for all of eternity, and let hell be filled with the sound of your teeth gnashing incessantly.
Instructions for Stuart
Stuart. The samples have arrived from Africa. The infection rate is extraordinarily high--it has a lot of potential. I should have expected nothing less from a fellow Wesker. Get this to the research chief and have the staff start working on it immediately. It's only a matter of time before T-Phobos is completed. I have everything I need for the final stage of my plan.
Notes on the Transfer Procedure
The transfer will take place soon, and my success is nigh. Spencer. You poor, pathetic old man. You spent your final years desperately searching for the secret to immortality. And you died while your research was still incomplete. But I have been continuing that research. The body will age; this is an inescapable fact. But we can escape our death by transferring our mind into another vessel. All of my efforts have been invested into developing and refining this system. I've had a few successes, but I still have so much more to do before I can consider my work to be complete. As of now, I can confirm the following:
1. The new vessel must be mentally strong, and be able to overcome any emotions of fear.
2. After the transfer it will take six months before the transferred mind can be stabilized. During this time the vessel should be protected at all costs.
Time is of the essence. I must work quickly.
The Sluice Operator's Last Words Written in Russian
The virus has breached the facility's containment measures. Men are driven mad by it. And the women...they suffer horribly before dying. Honestly, I don't know which is worse. The madmen lash out in a senseless rage and attack without provocation. I've survived so far by shooting them on sight or hiding. But these men...they used to be my friends. Funny, out of all the places I could've ended up, fitting I'd end up back here. I worked alongside this crane for the past 30 years. This place has been my life. I guess it's more of a home, than my home was. I've always been a workaholic. And my family paid the price for that. I was never around as much as I should have been. Well, this is where I'll make my last stand. I've still got a few bullets left, but nowhere else to run. If there's an afterlife...I hope my family will give me another chance there.
Escapee's Note Written in Russian
I can't believe it. I got out of there alive. I won't say in one piece...but alive. I still can't even process what went on there. All that effort in trying to scare us, toy with us... It was madness. met up with some guys in the forest, but they didn't believe me. Can't say I blame them. I wouldn't have believed me either. After all, who would dare to go up against the one who saved us all? I can't do this alone. I went to the communications tower to try and call for help, but I couldn't get a signal through. We're all alone out here. But if we don't get word outside, we're all done for. Savior? Hell no. She's more like the devil herself.
Escapee's Notes on the Bracelet
The Bracelet (What I've learned so far). There's a GPS tracker inside. Probably for keeping tabs on where we are. It's a two-way transmitter. We can hear her, and she can hear us. The source of the transmissions is coming from the center of the island, someplace high up. It's gotta be that funky-looking tower. I have no doubt she's there too! It also seems to be keeping track of our vital signs. For what purpose? She wasn't kidding when she said she infected us with a virus. Holy balls! What are we supposed to do?
Town Resident's Note Written in Russian
Your father hasn't come home at all since going to the monument. I tried to wait, but I can't do it any longer. I've gone off to look for him. I was feeling pretty anxious, but everyone there was so nice to me. They told me something nasty was going around, so they gave me a preventative shot, and this bracelet that they said would help protect me. This place is so large and wondrous. I've never seen anything like it! Of course, this is probably no big deal for her. She saved our island. I'm starting to feel like she can do anything. I regret ever having doubted her. I suppose it's nothing, but I've been feeling a bit dizzy. Maybe I'm just stressed. Oh, and I finally found your father! Well, part of him anyway. I always knew he had a good head on his shoulders. Now that's all that's left of him. I can't possibly bring him back like this. This bracelet has been making strange sounds. It's a little annoying. But don't you worry I'm going to find the rest of your father and we're coming home you must be so hungry.
Town Resident's Memo Written in Russian
Things have changed so much since she came here. Our Zabytij is almost like a completely different island now. There's new equipment in the mines. And the jobs! Not just laborers, but she's employing people as researchers as well. There are so many employment opportunities. I cannot express my gratitude to her deeply enough. Despite this, there are those who doubt her. Such ingrates! If you don't like it, you're always free to leave this place.
Clinical Experiment Notes
24 Jan. 2010
Trials for the T-Phobos virus are almost complete. We've managed to reduce the lethality of the T-Virus, while creating the condition that it triggers upon the target being subjected to strong emotional trauma. We have also lowered the rate of viral resistance to below 2%. All is proceeding as planned. However, the time draws near. We are close to perfection, but there is zero margin for error.
Master Alex. It has truly been an honor and a blessing to have served under you these past few decades. I consider myself lucky to have been witness to your scientific genius and your vision of the future. The world does need order, and I believe it is you, and only you, who is capable of accomplishing this feat. I, as well as the other researchers, are all bonded together in this belief. To ensure your survival, we have worked tirelessly to complete the transfer procedure. The vessel we have selected is without fault. I have every confidence that the procedure will go flawlessly. To come this far, we've had to make countless sacrifices. My faith in your vision is resolute, so I prepared myself to shoulder the mental and emotional burdens of the sins that I would be committing. But I do believe that before your plan can succeed, we must first atone for our sins. So I have taken the necessary steps for atonement. The remaining researchers have all been dealt with. And I, too, shall soon follow. This will also help you to perform the procedure without any distractions. On behalf of those who have served faithfully by your side, we are grateful for the opportunity to help you accomplish your ambitions. Eternally your loyal servant, Stuart.
The Old Man's Journal
I need practice my English, so I write in this journal on every day. Every day I write but have no words. Now I have good reason. Today I welcome first child to the world. Her mother give her the name Irina. It was my grandmother's name. I object, but I cannot win against stubborn woman. She has eyes and nose of her father. But mouth of her mother. We will raise her to be healthy, strong girl. This year island is have good spirits again. Mining business goes well. My life is pretty good for me now. I want to give Irina same feeling when she is older. It's my responsibility now, as parent.
Irina already six years old. How flies time. She loves to imitate her mother. Her mother hates it. Probably because imitation is perfect. Little kroshka is very smart. She likes math. Her grandmother liked math too. Irina's smile helps to take mind off worries. The mines have become dangerous, and now they make no money. Island condition is worster and worster. I might have lose job too. But this is no time for a worry. This island is our home. I want to give it to little kroshka in good condition. It's my responsibility now, as parent.
Irina now 12 years old. Already rebellious. More like mother everyday. I don't understand women. Now I am embarrass to her. Until she needs money or a request. Speaking of women and money, a woman comes to our island. She promises to bring back industry. I have job now, to help build new facility in the mine. I thought mine was finish, but she has a use for it. She is loved by all. They call her savior, our benefactor. My mother always said never trust people with money. The poor worker is more reliable than rich capitalist. Is good advice. But the rich woman is helping us.
It is Irina's 20 years birthday. I should be celebrating. But I'm worried. Next week she will go work in mines. I was against it, but kroshka will not listen to me. Has not listened for years. Why start now? Irina is stubborn. Just like her father, she used to always say. I guess she was right. Has it already been a year since you left us, my darling... I don't trust the people in the facility. There's something wrong about them. But everyone else thinks me stubborn, old man. Maybe now Irina too. But I know I'm right. I just hope Irina will realize this too soon.
I have not seen Irina in almost one year. Something bad is happening to our home. People become sick. More things I cannot explain. I know is all because of that woman. She smells of evil. This was to become Irina's home. But too late now. I leave this town. Everything. But island is my home. I will not leave. No place to go. So I go to sewers. I stay here. Things will get worse, I know it. Irina...be safe. I will find you. I promise, kroshka. You are all your father have left.
Note on Corpse Disposal
8 Feb. 2010
We had a lot of bodies to take care of today. More than usual. These T-Phobos trials sure can burn through the available subjects. We used up 30 bodies in just 3 days. The only thing to do is keep bagging and dumping them in the pit.
Stuart. It looks like the most suitable "vessel" is going to be that little girl after all. The other candidates had potential, but that girl is in an entirely different class. She is incapable of feeling fear. That's not surprising, when you consider what she's been through. Getting caught up in the Terragrigia Panic at such a young age, having everyone she knew be killed...losing her parents right in front of her eyes. After experiencing those kinds of horrors, what left is there to be afraid of? The only problem is her age, but that's a problem that time will take care of for us. She's the perfect candidate for your purposes.
Thoughts on Kafka
I have a love/hate relationship with this story. Perhaps I can relate to it more closely than I'd like to admit. One morning Gregor awakens to find himself transformed into a hideous insect-like creature. His family is bewildered at first, but they do try to take care of him. Eventually he becomes too much of a burden to them. Nothing more than an ugly monster, a nuisance to the family. When Gregor learns of this, he retreats to a solitary death. Up until his transformation Gregor had been supporting the family. Now that he was no longer useful he was a burden to them. They were relieved when he died. I, too, have been bred to serve a purpose. Once that purpose accomplished, I too would have been cast aside. But I refuse to shrivel up and die in solitude. I refuse to let myself become a hideous monster. You must have felt the same way too, Albert.
Research Facility Chief's Journal 1
Developing the T-Phobos virus turned out to be my lucky break. The other researchers didn't see any merit in it. "A virus that triggers upon the subject feeling fear? Reacts to norepinephrine? That's useless" they said. Fortunately for me, Alex didn't think so. After reading my report on the virus, she became very interested in its unique properties, and made me the head of the research team. As we neared its completion she then made me the chief researcher. Alex appreciates my genius. It's an honor to work for her.
Report on the Uroboros Virus
1. The Uroboros virus takes root in organic material. If injected into a corpse it will create a core and then reorganizes organic material around that core, thereby reanimating the corpse.
2. The core serves as the control center of the organic growth; destroying the core will negate the reanimation process.
3. It's ability to propagate in organic matter is extremely high. Were a sample ever breach the confines of this facility, this island would be turned into a graveyard.
Security measures must be enforced to the strictest degree.
Research Facility Chief's Journal 2
Today Stuart came through and delivered the sample we've been waiting for--the Uroboros virus. We've finished work on T-Phobos, so we'll be working on Uroboros from now on. The underground level of the facility is being converted specifically for this purpose. I'm so thrilled to continue working under Alex's brilliance.
Hatred of Natalia
I survived... My escape wasn't death. I have no one to blame but myself. When I pulled the trigger...in that instant...the thought of vanishing from this world... Me! Me of all people...I came to feel fear. How ironic. The viruses inside of me...rotting away my body to the point of death, saved me from death. I have become ugly. Hideous. I can't stand the sight of myself. This isn't me. This ugly creature... I won't allow it. I forbid it. She is the ugly one. Yet she'll look at me and laugh at how hideous I am. Why have I become so hideous? I am me. But I am not. I awakened as myself. But then she will also awaken as me. Both are true. No! There can only be one true me. And that is me! She can never be me. She is false. She is a farce. That is why she cannot be allowed to persist. She must be eliminated. I am me. Only I am true. I'll use that abomination. Albert's final legacy. I'll smother this insufferable island with Uroboros. She will be eviscerated. She will come to know fear. You will feel the icy embrace of death...Natalia... And then, when you die false one, I will take your body. I will become the true me. Natalia...you must die...
Prisoner's Letter Written in Russian
Dear Momma. I dunno if you'll ever get to read this. But I need you... They call us experiments. They torture us every day. Every. Day. What did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening? It hurts so bad. Every day I'm scared of what will happen next. Momma please, please help...
Improving Security Measures
As per the director's instructions, I put the fire-breathing bust in front of the exit. The flames this thing spits out are no joke. Even if several of the experiments try to break through at once, they're all getting fried no question. Thou shalt not pass. So much for anyone else trying to escape.
Caution for Experiment Handling
The sensors that the experiments have been equipped with will measure the adrenaline and nor-epinephrine levels to calculate the fear the subject is experiencing. The colors will change accordingly.
Blinking Red: Fear
If the subject's sensor should change to red, they are already in the mutation phase. Shoot them immediately.
Neil's Candidate List
Stuart. I've put together the list of Terra Save members who are most suited for this round of trials. They all have had experience dealing with bioterror and viruses. Their psych evals came out with flying colors. They faced some unspeakable horrors and came out in one piece, indicating a strong resistance to emotional trauma. No. 06 hasn't been directly involved in any bioterror incidents, but her test results were promising so I included her as well. It's all in your hands now. I'll be out there as backup in case you need anything. All things considered I think this is a pretty strong list of candidates. I'm sure you'd agree. It's all in your hands now. I'll be out there as backup in case you need anything.
01. Fisher, Neil
02. Redfield, Claire
03. Chavez, Gabriel
04. Foley, Gina
05. (Crossed out)
06. Burton, Moira
07. Fernandez, Pedro
08. (Crossed out)
09. Korda, Natalia
10. (Crossed out)
11. Thompson, Edward
Stuart's Memo - Claire and Moira 1
I thought it prudent to keep notes on some of the more promising candidates in this round of experiments. I noticed that subjects no. 2 and no. 6, Claire Redfield and Moira Burton, have been working together since the beginning. My curiosity piqued, I decided to look into these two and found they have a deeper relationship that goes beyond that of just co-workers. It might be fair to say their friendship has its origins in the Raccoon City Incident back in 1998. Claire, a university student at the time, was one of the few survivors. Meanwhile, her brother Chris Redfield and Moira's father, Barry Burton, were members of the special forces unit S.T.A.R.S. that was involved in the events leading up to the incident. Following Raccoon City, Chris became one of the founding members of the BSAA. Though Barry relocated his family to Canada for safety concerns, he would continue to be an activist against bioterrorism, eventually accepting a position as a BSAA consultant after an invitation from Chris. It was through Chris that Barry and Claire met, and the three became close, with Barry taking on a mentor-like role to the two parentless siblings. Claire and Moira would also become friends, leading to Moira's desire to join Terra Save. That is also what landed her on Neil's candidate list. Meeting Claire was less than fortuitous for the young lady. I find it deliciously ironic. Following the events of Raccoon City, Barry moved his family away to protect them. However, the friends he made during that time would only serve to further put his family in danger.
e-mail from Barry to Chris
I've hacked into the BSAA North American Branch's servers. I'm keeping a copy of this e-mail for my personal records.)
Hey Chris. I heard you just got back from Africa. Some crazy shit went down there. Glad to hear you're OK. And better yet, you brought Jill back! When I heard the news I was so happy I could've done cartwheels down the streets! Not that my knees would allow for that kind of thing anymore. I mean, after all the shit the three of us have been through... Y'know, we gotta look out for each other, watch each other's backs. But I don't have to tell you the value of having a good partner now, do I? Well, you just got back so you need some time to recover. Take it easy, you hear? If I hear you're hitting the gym again, I'm gonna come down and kick your ass personally! I know things are gonna be a bit crazy for awhile for you and Jill, but when you're both settled in let's all go out for a drink or something. It's been too long. Barry
Stuart's Memo - Chris Redfield
Chris Redfield is the older brother of candidate no. 02, Claire Redfield. He's been at the center of a number of bioterrorist incidents, and more recently is known as the man who killed Albert Wesker. Chris is a member of the Bioterror Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA). He's one of the "Original Eleven," the name given to the organization's founding members. In 2009 he and the BSAA were a major part of the suppression efforts to contain the bioterror threat in Kijuju, Africa. Here he had a confrontation with Albert Wesker, killing him during the engagement. Currently he's been spending most of his time at the BSAA North American branch, serving as a team leader to mentor new recruits.
Stuart's Memo - Claire and Moira 2
Follow-up on candidates no. 2 and no. 6, Claire Redfield and Moira Burton. Claire met Moira through her friendship with Moira's father, Barry. Moira looked up to Claire like a big sister, sometimes trusting her more than she did her own father. When Claire joined Terra Save, Moira was determined to do the same, despite strong opposition from her father who tried to keep her away from the dangers of bioterrorism. It's clear that Moira has a deep level of trust and respect for Claire. It will be interesting to see how this all plays out during the experiment. Will their friendship be able to survive this ordeal? And how will that affect their responses to the experiment? I'm looking forward to watching it all unfold, particularly how these factors contribute to their emotional responses, and if they will serve as a trigger for fear.
Stuart's Memo - Barry Burton
(I've hacked into the BSAA North American Branch's servers. I've found the profile of candidate no. 6's father.)
Name: Barry Burton
Blood Type: A
Status: BSAA North American Branch Consultant
Family: Wife, 2 daughters (Moira, Polly)
Residence: Canada Following the Raccoon City Incident in 1998, he relocated with his family to Canada for their safety, fearing any potential retaliatory attacks from anyone connected to the Umbrella Corporation. Since then he's been living out of the spotlight with his family, occasionally participating in anti-bioterrorism activities. He currently works as a consultant for the BSAA, having accepted the position as an offer from his friends Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine.
Alex's Thoughts on Franz Kafka
As I read Kafka's "The Metamorphosis," I can't help but feel that's it's an autobiographical account of the author's life, with Gregor Samsa representing Kafka himself. Kafka worked an ordinary job and lived a very mundane life. Despite this he wrote fantastic works filled with madness and despair. His writing was his outlet as he toiled away at everyday life. But his family and friends couldn't understand his works, couldn't relate to him. I'm sure he must have felt lonely, and isolated from the rest of the world. Kafka would eventually fall ill and spend his final days wasting away in a hospital bed. While his body experienced agonizing pain, his mind was tormented by fear: The fear of death, fear of the unknown, and the fear of isolation. It is this fear, and the emotions born from it, that made Kafka's works so rich, as he could critically examine madness and suffering and make these concepts the driving force behind his works. Very few of Kafka's numerous works were published while he lived, and upon his death he left them to a friend with the instructions to burn them, unread. Fortunately that friend saw the value of Kafka's legacy and preserved them for the future, ignoring Kafka's final request. Even today, Kafka's works continue to enchant us with their vivid depictions of fear. It is that fear that drives us. Compels us. Fear is born from human instinct,and it's the basic emotion that keeps us alive. The fear of death...the fear of failure...fear of isolation and loneliness. Fear is the most powerful motivator. Those who control fear, control life itself. Though his life came to an abrupt end, Kafka's name lives on through his works on fear and madness. He has obtained the greatest power man can hope to achieve--immortality. I, too, will harness the power of fear, and infect this hellish world with it. And in the process I will be resurrected as one who has mastered fear. While Kafka merely lives on through his work, my work will help me to live on.
Stuart's Memo - Claire Redfield
Out of the candidates in this current round of testing, No. 02 Claire Redfield displays an extraordinary amount of compassion. Among the most notable examples is her saving Sherry Birkin from certain death during the Raccoon City Incident. Sherry is the daughter of William Birkin, the scientist who developed the G-Virus. With Sherry having been infected herself, it would have been easy to simply let the child die. Having become a host for the G-Virus, Sherry was placed under strict government control. Claire continued to care for her, visiting her frequently, and the two developed a friendship that continues to this day. According to my sources, the protective care that Sherry is under will be ending soon, but I was not able to ascertain the reason why. Another notable example of Claire's compassion is during the Harvardville Incident in 2005. Claire took it upon herself to protect a little girl during the attack, even jumping into an area filled with hostiles without a weapon in order to rescue her. Claire is also close with candidate No. 6, Moira Burton. Claire is very close to the Burton family. As Claire is an orphan, it seems that Barry has become a father-like figure for her. As such, Claire has developed a sister-like relationship with Barry's two daughters, and Moira in particular. Following a certain incident in the Burton household the relationship between Barry and Moira became strained. As Moira became more rebellious she often turned to Claire for advice and support. Claire has undoubtedly become a figure of admiration and respect for Moira. With Moira also involved in the experiment it will be interesting to see how her relationship with Claire develops, and what role Claire's compassion will play in her emotional responses. I'm particularly looking forward to seeing it all play out.
Alex's Memo - Spencer
On the verge of my plans coming to fruition, I can't help but reminiscence about my past. In particular, the foolish old man who made me who I am. I speak of course, of Lord Oswell E. Spencer. He had it all. He commanded wealth and power at his fingertips. But it wasn't enough for him. No, he wanted more. He felt this world was in ruin, and that mankind was on a path of ultimate destruction. He wanted to create a new world filled with order. This world would have no use for the weak, foolish masses. He wanted to make a race of advanced humans in a perfect utopia, and he would rule over this new world as its god. To those ends, he collected gifted children from all over the world. To train their minds and bodies to be the chosen ones for his new world, they were subjected to hellish tests of endurance. And they were injected with a virus, to see if they were truly fit to rise above humanity. Sadly, most of them weren't. And so they died, one by one, until only two remained. Albert and myself. The last of the Wesker Children. Spencer placed all his hopes on us. He tasked us with the burden of making him a god. And foolishly, compulsively, we scrambled to follow his orders. Eventually we both realized that we had zero obligation to obey a stupid, decrepit old man. Our loyalty was a ruse, and we continued our duplicitous use of his vast resources. Eventually, with Albert on the verge of completing his own plans, he snuffed out the old skinflint's life with his bare hands. A fitting end. So now, on the verge of my own triumph, I've come to better understand how Albert must have felt. And maybe even the old man as well. After all, I am one of the chosen. I am the last one. The right to become a god is now mine.
e-mail from Piers to Claire
Dear Claire. On behalf of our unit, I just wanted to say it was real nice to get to see you the other day. Thank you for taking the time to talk with everyone. The guys really appreciated it. I know you were surprised by the men's reaction upon first seeing you. Let me explain. When we heard that Terra Save would be arriving on location, well, the men knew that you'd be coming and so they got a bit excited over the idea. They'd only heard stories about you, and since you're the Captain's sister, well...let's just say they were expecting someone more along the lines of his build. I tried to tell them otherwise, but their imaginations got the best of them. So then when you arrived...well, aside from not being what they expected, we don't get to interact with a lot of pretty women in our line of work, so that's why they had the reaction that they did. Then they had to remember that you're the Captain's sister, and it made them all awkward... I'm sorry about that, ma'am. You probably saw it for yourself, but we all have a lot of admiration and respect for the captain. In addition to being a very capable leader, he treats us like family. He's an inspiration to us all. Speaking for the men, we're all looking forward to the chance to work with you again. Our paths may not cross often, and I know you're busy, but it'd be nice to talk every now and then, even through email. Just between you and me, if you have any pictures of the Captain when he was younger, I'd sure love to see them! I hear he was very different back then, but he won't show us anything... There's a lot more I'd like to say, but it's time to get ready for our next posting. These missions aren't easy, but it's nice to know we've got allies such as your organization backing us up. Keep fighting the good fight. Piers Nivans BSAA North American Branch
Stuart's Memo - The Wesker Project
The Master's plans are on the eve of their completion. Despite having cut ties with her benefactor, she strives to accomplish his goal of a new world order. I find it somewhat ironic that Albert Wesker worked towards the same goal as well. Hard to believe he met his unfortunate end only two years ago. His death leaves the Master as the last of the Wesker Project, a project meant to create an advanced breed of humans who would create a new world order. Children were taken from their homes and put through extreme trials in order to forge a new, advanced race. All would perish except for two--specimens 012 and 013, Alex and Albert Wesker. Albert worked for many years under Spencer's tutelage as a researcher at the Umbrella Corporation. He was successful in creating bio-organic weapons, and played a large part in the Mansion Incident and the subsequent Raccoon City Incident. Albert would continue to develop B.O.W.s and use them in bioterror incidents. The world would come to know the name of Wesker and tremble in fear at it. In 2006, with his own plans coming to fruition, Albert confronted Spencer and killed him, deeming his existence unnecessary. Through a partnership with Tricell in 2009, Albert successfully developed the Uroboros virus. As Spencer before him, he planned to use the virus as a method of creating a new breed of human, killing off all who were unworthy in the process. His plans were foiled when he met his unfortunate end at the hands of BSAA agents Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar. Though Master Alex is not Albert's blood kin, the two seemed to share a common bond through their experiences and position as the only surviving Wesker Children. Master Alex was deeply saddened at the news of Albert's death. Upon learning of Albert's death, Master Alex called for me. "We must begin our plans for the transfer ceremony. There is no time to waste." Once Master Alex gains immortality she will finish what Albert started. Of course, this all started with Spencer, who wished to create a new world. Though Spencer's dream will come true, it is Master Alex who will realize it.
Stuart's Memo - Natalia Korda
We have finally found the Master's vessel--candidate No. 9, Natalia Korda. This small, frail little girl will be the key to the Master's future. Out of curiosity I asked Mr. Fisher for more information on her background. Natalia is a survivor of the Terragrigia Panic that occurred in 2004. She lost her entire family in the incident. She was rescued by Terra Save, and has lived at one of their facilities ever since. She was carefully questioned by Terra Save about the incident. There was one answer in particular that was surprising: in regards to the ultraviolet radiation that was used to ultimately destroy the city, Natalia described it as "pretty." The interviewers were surprised that she could find beauty despite being surrounded by death as her home sank to the bottom of the sea. Mr. Fisher took this response, and combined with her other answers, concluded that Natalia had overcome the emotion of fear. Having observed her during these trials I can agree with his assessment. She willingly walks into life-threatening situations and shows no signs of apprehension or fear. I can theorize that what she experienced in Terragrigia gravely traumatized her, and robbed her of the ability to feel fear. This little girl is very emotionally strong, which suits the Master's needs. I have concerns, however, that she is too strong. There is no doubt about her suitability to become the Master's new vessel. But with this strength of conviction, would she be able to repress the Master's psyche from overwriting her own, even after the transfer has been completed? But I am just a humble servant. Surely the Master has already taken this into consideration. As of now all of the Master's plans have proceeded flawlessly. I have no doubt that this plan will also succeed without incident.
e-mail from Jill to Barry
Hey Barry. How's it going? I hope you're up to your usual wise-cracking self. I'm back from Africa. I heard from Chris that after my fight with Wesker, the BSAA listed me officially as KIA, and that you took the news pretty hard. I'm sorry to have caused you such grief. I'm alive and none the worse for wear! Although I do look a bit different now. Well, you'll see. So how are Kathy and the girls doing? Have you managed to patch things up with Moira yet? Girls in their teens can be a nightmare to deal with. I know because I used to be one. You just have to be patient and understanding. And sometimes you just have to give them their space. I know you want to protect her, but you have to be sure you don't become overbearing. But hey, that's just my two cents. I can already hear you saying, "Yeah yeah, I'm the one with the kids." I'll leave it at that. But I do hope you've managed to smooth things over. Since you've become a consultant for the BSAA, well, I don't have to explain the job and its dangers to you. So every minute you can spend with those you love is valuable time. As for me, ever since getting back I've been locked up in this lab as they run tests on me day in and day out. It's every bit as boring as it sounds. Rehab should be starting soon, so that's something to look forward to. At this point I'd take a battlefield full of B.O.W.s over looking at another test tube again. We should all meet up when I'm back on my feet again. It'll be blast! Jill. P.S. I heard I didn't even get a funeral. So that means I should be getting one hell of a welcome back party...right, Barry?
Great work George.... having all files in one place that's fantastic.