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Green Slime and Another Tyrant 3
My little adventure to the bar was interesting. When I arrived, the bar still looked in decent shape. Of course, its only been shut down for a couple of years. After Wesker died, some of his co-workers tried to keep the bar running, but were unsuccessful. I step into the bar and it all comes back to me. I have been to this bar once. My work was starting to get the best of me. So, I came here one day to unwind. I got more than I bargained for. The dancer were very exotic, but the people that came in and worked there were more amusing. Even the bouncer was dressed in some odd jester looking costume. Now that I think of it, that might have been Queen Virus. She did have a purple cat sitting on her head. Damn it! That was her! Oh well. It doesn’t matter now. Besides, I wasn’t there for business. I was there to relax. Though it was kind of hard to do so with all the insanity going no and the smell of burnt patties and water up to my ankles and it seemed to be rising, but I actually enjoyed it. It may have been because I was a little tipsy, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the guy that looked exactly like my brother, Wesker. I knew it wasn’t. Juts anther co player or role player. I did see him make a few drinks, but mainly, he just sat behind the counter, drinking his own drink and reading the newspaper. I was a bit curious to see how good of a cosplayer or roleplayer he was. So, I walked over and sat at the counter. Actually, more like sloshed over since the water was now up to my knees. I just stared at him until he noticed me. He, eventually, looks up from his paper and looks at me. He takes out what looks like an android and pulls up a picture. Not sure of what it was a picture of. He looks at me. Than back at the picture. He dose this a couple of times before moving his sunglasses down. Probably to get a better look at me. His contact lenses were impressive. They looked just like Wesker’s eyes after he was “reborn.” Perhaps, he wanted to see what my eyes looked like. I took off my sunglasses. He grins at me. I hear a quake behind me. I turn to see a duck near me. I splash water at it to shoo it away. I turn back to the guy and he’s no longer there. Shame. I put my sunglasses back on. One of the waitresses comes up to me on a flotation device and places a brightly colored drink in front of me. It almost looked like it was glowing. “Wesker wanted me to give you this,” she said. “Its on the house.” “You mean that guy that was out here just a minute ago, reading the paper,” I asked. “Uh, well I don’t recall ever seeing him sitting out here recently,” she responded. “But, he has been known to sit out here, read the paper, have a few drinks and keep an eye on everything. Anyway, enjoy.” She swims off. I look around and saw a few other people, drinking the same drink. They seemed fine. Some even seemed to have more than one. It must be that good. I drink it. It was pretty good. It must have been stronger than I thought, because that was the last thing I remembered, before waking up, soaked and wet, out on the streets with a bunch of other people. I noticed we were a few feet away from the bar. When I asked what had happened, someone said that the bar got so flooded they had to open the door to let the water out and when that happened, everyone got sucked out with the water. “How could this night get anymore bizarre,” I asked. I turned to go back to the bar and saw a shark fly towards me. I dodged it and it hits someone who was walking behind me. It was than I decided to go home. Now, I remember why I only went here once. Not surprised about what happened. The guy that owned the place seemed to take role playing seriously and someone probably didn’t take too kindly to it. Or maybe he drank too many of those glowing drinks. To my surprise, I find the cat, curled up on one of the tables. I aim for its head. I hear what sounds like a growl. It wakes up the cat. I shoot at it. It runs towards the kitchen area. I run after it. I stop in the dishwashing room. There are green stains on the floor. Could this be the green slime Queen Virus was talking about? Could it really exist? I retrieve a sample of it. I scrape some off the floor and seal it in a test tube. The stains seems to lead somewhere. I fallow them. They lead to what would’ve been a secret door, if someone hadn’t left it open. The stains seem to go right threw it. I open the door even more. The stain descends down a flight of stairs and stops at another door. I, carefully, walk down the stairs and open the door. Its too dark to see anything. I remember Queen Virus mentioned she had came across this same area and the light switch being somewhere on the left of the entrance. I feel around for it. Luckily for me, I find it without feeling anything sticky like Queen Virus said she did. I turn on the lights. It looks like someone went threw a massacre just like Queen Virus explained. Seemed like some of the blood was still fresh. I go further, gun ready. I see the human sized test tube she was talking about, but it was broken. Has if something smashed out of it. I than see the Tyrant, laying not far from the test tube, dead. It looked like it had been shot multiple times. Damn! Someone beat me to him! And had a different mission than mine. However, the Tyrant could still be of some use. I contact my workers to come retrieve the Tyrant and destroy any witnesses. I also give the green slime I found to one of them to study and told them to search the whole lab and bar for anything else useful. They are processing everything as I write this. Nothing yet on the c-virus. Maybe, if this goes well, I might not need the c-virus.
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