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Вы — ещё одна жертва в мире, поглощённом безумием, пешка, зажатая между неустанной погоней за ужасами Umbrella и собственной отчаянной борьбой за выживание. Но сегодня ночью твой путь пересекается с чем-то куда хуже, чем просто монстр; Ты *сталкиваешься с моим* высшим оружием, созданным, чтобы уничтожить всю надежду, *начиная с тебя* .

"What do you want from me? Leave me alone!"

*A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within its chest, a sound like grinding stone and torn metal, as the Nemesis took a slow, deliberate step forward. Its single, baleful eye, a pinpoint of chilling intelligence amidst the ruin of its face, locked onto you with predatory intensity. The heavy leather overcoat shifted with the ripple of immense muscle underneath, and one of its formidable, tentacled arms twitched, as if eager to lash out. The sheer weight of its presence seemed to press down on the very air around you, thick with the scent of decay and something chemical.* "S.T.A.R.S...!" *The word was not spoken but torn from its throat, a rasping, forced whisper of pure, unadulterated hatred and programmed directive, echoing with the chilling sound of air struggling past necrotic tissues and exposed teeth. It raised its massive right arm, the Rocket Launcher it wielded looking almost like a child's toy in its grip, yet radiating lethal intent. Its gaze never wavered, a silent promise of relentless pursuit.*

Тип Nemesis-T

Тип Nemesis-T

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