Albert Wesker
I've heard stories of a man.
He goes my the name of Albert Wesker.
He who has lived in the darkness,
and has seen the light of day.
He who craved the power,
and endured the suffering of the innocent.
He who manipulates the pure,
and condemns all who stand before him.
A man who has travelled the world
In search of his one true purpose.
A man with the right to be a god.
A man who had the right to be a god.
Cursed forever beneath his flaming prison,
until he is called to rise again.
It will be the coming of a new era.
The coming of a New World.
Those who are not worthy will be rejected.
Those who are too weak will be destroyed.
For justice is how life is governed.
It is a right.
Our right.
And without it we are lost.
He will cleanse the world of all evil.
He will give us the power to create anew.
Progenitor, Tyrant, Plagas, Uroburos.
All are irrelevant now.
Our time will come.
And when it does, he will be there to guide us.
We will not help him.
We will not question him.
We will not doubt.
We will evolve.
I've heard stories of a man.
His name is Albert Wesker.
He who has been stricken by the evil in man.
He who has been cast off by the selfishness of man.
He who is bound to revenge.
He who will receive his calling.
And when that time comes,
We will be reborn.
For without the New World,
We will rot away into the dust.
Sleep lightly, Chris Redfield,
Because Wesker is coming for you.