>>40

>>40
>>6

>My face when i've been to japan and experienced >>6 and >>40

>>6

NOBODY expects the Curry Inquisition!

http://www.lastfm.jp/user/Darkstar66

>>16

Its shit

>>35

nice
cp3nis@yahoo.co.jp

Prologue

"Subject Codename: Cirno. Experiment H-20, Chryobiological effects on retroVirus Z-O-M when the host is cryogenically frozen." a muffled voice came from the figure wearing a full-body hazmat suit. The reflective faceplate was as a mirror, only enhancing his detatched demeanor as he regarded the little figure in front of him. A girl of only nine, dressed in a blue and white hospital gown. Her supervisory scientist had apparently given her a big blue bow to tie her hair up in. An ironic joke, no doubt. "Put her back to bed." came a distinctly female voice from another hazmat suit. Another suit nodded, "As you wish, Dr. Kurodani."

One of the men in the hazmat suits stepped forward, grabbing a syringe from the nearby tray. He advanced on her. With a defiant look that seemed to hide fear behind it, she ducked and scrambled after the hazmat suit that contained the female voice, bearing her own syringe in her small clenched fist. The doctor reacted fast, bringing up a small black object in her hand. With the push of a button, small wires flew forward and attatched themselves to the little girl. Thousands of volts of electricity coursed through her small frame, knocking her off her leap and causing her to crash into a nearby medical tray table. The noise caused several of the patients to stir, some awakening to groans and some beginning to scream as they were roused from their peaceful, dreamless, drug-induced sleep back into the nightmare of reality.

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Chapter 1

Spotlights played across the compound as the guards patrolled the grounds of the BioCorp research foundation. BioCorp was the headmost developer of technological advances and almost ran a monopoly on weapons research and development. Their grounds were protected by advanced monitoring systems, automated defense grids, and the guards all packed the latest of BioCorp's weapons prototypes. Their research and deveopment secrets were kept under strict lock and key to monopolize over the competition, the BioCorp company doing its best to keep out any form of industrial espionage with security measures to rival the CIA.

"Fuck. Dogs... You sure you got this Reisen?" Tewi brushed her matted black hair out of her eyes and looked out over the roof of the building at the collective security measures of BioCorp. As she mashed buttons furiously on a small handheld device that ringed out with muffled beeps, she gave a hiss of satisfaction. "Yes! Motion detectors down, they'll have to engage the autodefenses manually. You think you can take them out before then?" She unhooked the device from the powerbox located on the wall they were hiding behind as not to be spotted. Her companion stood stoic, cold and determined as she looked emotionlessly out at the guards. She chambered a round each in her pair of Tactical Glock 35 Longslides, she cooly replied, "Just keep them in the dark. I'll take out the rest." She closed her eyes and pulled her headband over them. Tewi noticed her long rabbit ears drooped along her platinum blonde hair. The red guidelights made her hair look purple in the darkness of the night. Tewi gave a nod, "Good luck." Reisen gave no acknowledgement, save for a whispered, "I don't need luck..." She took off at a sprint and jumped off the building.

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Last edited 10/06/18(Fri)04:39.

Ah shit. Not fucking here.

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