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Understanding Wesker’s motivations

I’m not claiming to be an expert on character analysis, but I sure as heck am tired of seeing every RE head canon I come across making this guy seem like he does what he does just for laughs, or because he is “just evil”, or emotionally unattached. Like seriously?

Here I list 3 major points about his character. Some are speculation but most of it is based on information that we have been given throughout the games.

Let me know what you think:

1. Emotionally detached - I can’t believe people pull this one up on him constantly. We have more than enough evidence that this couldn’t be farther from the truth. First of all, we have Birkin as one proof that he can develop and maintain deep and meaningful connections with other people. We can also go back to re6 and argue that maybe he also had a relationship with Jake’s mom, but we don’t have enough evidence of that (that I’m aware). Ultimately, we can refer to how he lets his anger control him in re5, if nothing else. He might be incredibly intelligent, but he isn’t as rational as he likes to make people believe. 

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Understanding Wesker’s motivations

I’m not claiming to be an expert on character analysis, but I sure as heck am tired of seeing every RE head canon I come across making this guy seem like he does what he does just for laughs, or because he is “just evil”, or emotionally unattached. Like seriously?

Here I list 3 major points about his character. Some are speculation but most of it is based on information that we have been given throughout the games.

Let me know what you think:

1. Emotionally detached - I can't believe people pull this one up on him constantly. We have more than enough evidence that this couldn't be farther from the truth. First of all, we have Birkin as one proof that he can develop and maintain deep and meaningful connections with other people. We can also go back to re6 and argue that maybe he also had a relationship with Jake's mom, but we don't have enough evidence of that (that I'm aware). Ultimately, we can refer to how he lets his anger control him in re5, if nothing else. He might be incredibly intelligent, but he isn't as rational as he likes to make people believe. 

2. Concerned for Alex? - in re5 there is a list of which of the Wesker children are alive, but in rev2 we see a picture of both Alex and Albert together. He seems to be wearing the same clothes from re4, which could mean the picture dates from around the same time. If this is true, maybe this is around the same time that Alex started her own experiments at that island and they lost touch. Wesker could be using that list and info about the children to try and track her down and find out what she's up to, and maybe he himself gave her the uroboros sample she ended up working on.

3. Superiority complex - I argue that he has in fact the opposite. Wesker has an inferiority complex and it is only enhanced further the more he interacts with Chris. I think Wesker is a bit jealous of him, and also, hates that Chris got such an accurate read of him. So this one's a little long:

Wesker has lived his whole life thinking all he had ever accomplished was on him. He believed he was smarter and generally better at everything than everyone else. This boosted his ego from a very young age. He finally discovers that everything he has ever done, everything he had ever thought or discovered or whomever he'd manipulated to get what and to where he wanted could actually not be due to his free will, but because he was being controlled by Spencer and Umbrella and even his existence was, as he put it, "manufactured". He was manufactured to act that way; to think that way - he was manufactured to be this next step in human evolution that he had always thought he was. But he was actually a thing, not an actual person; no better that those experiments he had trifled with his entire life. This realization, I believe, broke him. Just think about it, what would you do if you found out suddenly that your every action or thought might never have been your own; that they might have been imposed on you? Well I certainly know what I would try to do: prove to myself and to whoever is still watching that I can, in fact, make my own decisions; act according to my own free will.

And that's what he did. The whole "God" thing, I think, was him trying to make his actions big, and by big, I mean meaningful. I mean, can you imagine being someone that has been involved in how the world is being shaped, in how different societies are developing solely because of your own advancements and meddling in either science or political relations around the globe (due to selling and enforcing the use of chemical warfare and terrorism)? Can you imagine, after all that, something that would really have an impact in your life and prove to you and everyone around you that you are your own person; that what you are doing, you are doing it of your own accord and, again, free will? I mean, it HAS to be something BIG.

Que Redfield. Like I said before, Chris had Wesker all figured out immediately at the end of re1 (tyrant scene). It's obvious how his laugh affects Wesker. But I believe Wesker is visibly confused by this, and not angered per se. See, I think this is the point in which he has one of his first realizations as "himself" and not as an Umbrella/Spencer project. I think he did think the same thing as Chris: what he was doing, and the way he was acting at that moment, WAS pitiful. But the thing is, although he knew that, he couldn’t understand why. I mean, that was what he had been working on for a long time, and he was finally about to see it in action, but it still felt lacking; and what happened next proves it to him (being stabbed by it meant that thing he was so proud of, so enamored by, wasn't perfect -but he was - so it made no sense to see himself in such a thing; such a “failure” as Chris puts it, or did it?). This started his hatred for Redfield. Before this, we can argue that maybe, during their time together at STARS, their interactions made Wesker see how different his life could have been. Seeing how carefree Chris was in his younger years made him realize how repressed he must have felt when he was his age (and maybe at that time as well), but there isn't much information about this time, except the novels, but I'm not sure about how canon they are, so let's leave this part at that.

Even in re5, when Chris asked if he always takes his ideas from comic book villains, he got it right. I know this one sounds far-fetched, but bear with me here. What if he did? What if the only thing he could think about was to a simpler time in his life, when Umbrella didn't feed him their intentions 24/7? I believe that, when he was a child, his life must have been relatively normal, to a certain extent so he must have had hobbies; things kids like to do growing up. And what is something kids enjoy? Reading comics. I know, this doesn't make much sense, that I'm making this part up or whatever, but we don't know about this part in his life. Maybe, when he found out about his origin and felt the need to reject it, his mind shot back to a simpler time; to when he felt safe and as normal as everyone else. It makes sense to me. But you can disregard this part if you want.

Back to Chris, in re5 we can see more closely how Wesker is jealous of Chris. He's had numerous chances in the past to either let him die or directly kill him, although he always opted for the option of "toying" with him. In re5 this is no different. He could have easily killed Chris (and Sheva) in the first fight they have, but opts to "play" for 7 minutes. The second fight he could have finished the job, but he wanted to make it last and was defeated, which led to him being temporarily weakened and presumably dying at the volcano.

The way he says his name, the way he yells for him; it's always Chris, even though others have thwarted his plans and machinations, Wesker always seems to have Chris in his mind; it doesn't matter who else is around, Chris is always there - it's always him, even when it isn't. It feels as though Wesker wants to prove to either Chris or himself (or maybe both) that he is better than Chris, but always ends up failing.

And ultimately, I think it's because Chris has the life Wesker always wanted to have. This hatred developed from earlier in their lives, to seeing how he has a family that cares enough about him to risk their own lives for him (Claire in both re2 and code Veronica), close friends and a seemingly easy ability to befriend people (something that his cold and controlled demeanor prevents him from, achieving little more than a relationship of authority towards most people *and also, can we talk about his sunglasses? He's been wearing them since before his eyes mutated. Was this on purpose to create even more distance from people and make developing any form of connection impossible?*) and finally, a purpose. Yes, a purpose. He's always had something up his sleeve during his time at Umbrella and after, but their accomplishment was never enough; it never satisfied him. And after speaking with Spencer about his origin, it finally made sense. Those were never his goals. They were the designs of other people whom, at the end of it all, failed; which could also be something that affects him, knowing that, to top it all off, he failed - his existence is summed up to be just a failed experiment.

 Idk man, if that were me, I'd also be poppin' off.

#resident evil #wesker #albert wesker #chris redfield #capcom #I know I may be missing some major points #such as how Wesker exposed Umbrella and Spencer #but maybe it was a little act of rebeliousness? #and furthermore #his friendship with birkin? #he might have also realized that he wasnt really his friend #but was acting the part because of umbrella #maybe! #can you imagine what that must have felt #that your only friend wasnt realy your firend at all? #dude has very questionable morals #but he also had a tough life #head canon

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They will know peace

What if Shepard had had enough of everyone’s bulshit and took advantage of her spectre status to do things her way.

Warning: This Shepard took the renegade path *wink*. So thing get a little dark

It had finally arrived, and it was a long time coming. The fleet landed first. Fast and swift, as soon as they landed, the streets filled with soldiers, dispersing every group of civilians and any slight indication of resistance in the area. They worked just as fast. Just as disciplined. There was barely any resistance to speak of. As she assumed control of the station, she had unauthorized any and all use and possession of any type of weapons. A complete demilitarization. Strangely, it happened very fast and, you'd think someone would keep a stash of something somewhere, but her forces were thorough - very thorough. The hardest part was the biotics. Those implants do not come off once they're implanted. But she found a way. By suppressing it somehow. The Salarians discovered a way; like they always seemed to do.

The mothership was landing now. Right at the center of the main square of the Citadel and the perimeter formed by the fleet. Hundreds of people looked on as they saw it descend, and its doors open. The fear was palpable in the air, but most of all, the expectation was killing him; he knew it was her. A few soldiers emerged from the mothership, giving orders from on high, and in the middle of them, their leader, watching the scenario in front of her unfold; giving orders to press on and subdue the masses - lethal force allowed.

 "No. She can't do this." He said, exasperated, as he started running toward the massive structure. "She isn't like this."

"I know you still have feelings for her, but what do you think you can do about this?" His human friend adverted, but it was no use. Whether his words reached him or not was pointless now. His mind was set; as incredibly stupid as it was.

Through crowds of civilians - some running away, others trying to resist and fight the much better equipped army before them and failing - he ran. It was complete chaos on the streets, and in front of him, a file of soldiers guarded the perimeter around the ship. He couldn't get any closer. And yet, he was so close. They pointed their weapons at him. He was coming incredibly close to danger, a feeling he was very familiar with, but this time It was different. He was unarmed. She knew what Archangel was capable of. There was nothing he could do - she'd made sure of it.

 "Kill all resistance!" Three simple words. Miscomprehension was impossible. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Not from her voice. But witnessing it being said; seeing them leave her, and how confidently they did; he panicked. He knew there would be a fight. He didn't know when, or where, but he knew, things like this always rile up insurgence.

 And he would be a part of it.  But with no weapons - there would be a bloodbath.

 "Shepard!" Her name was the only thing he could think to say - to grab her attention. And it worked.

 As impossible as it seemed, his shout got through the noise of the crowd, reaching the ears of whom it was intended, and more.

 She looked down at the avian-like alien. Her cold gaze clear through the visor of her helmet. It only lasted a second, but for both of them it seemed like an eternity. "Don’t push your luck." She simply and coldly responded, as she stepped to walk back inside the mothership. Her eyes on the high-ranking officials she had around her, studying them, making sure her authority wasn't being questioned; not even in their thoughts. There wasn't a sign of doubt in their eyes. She smiled.

 Things were going according to plan, and soon, all the species in the galaxy would bow and welcome a new order. She would teach them peace; in her own way.

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Autumn of Mountain (1993) - Yuqi Wang  

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They were coming

They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 His vision was blurred, but this was the least of his concerns. His ears were filled by the rhythm of a beating drum; his heartbeat and his footsteps the only things he could hear. He couldn’t focus. He had only one thing on his mind - his family. He had to reach them in time, but…

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

He had warned them. There had been a strange signal for quite some time. Satellites picked these things up from time to time. But this one was different. This one was special. This one was consistent. A pattern had been identified. This had never happened before. But no one wanted to waste time on it. Too distant they said. Just a coincidence, they said. Too sort to have meaning, they said. Too good to pass on, he said. But no one believed him.

 So, he studied it. Alone. Deciphered the tones and rhythms; the swaying of that little line that showed him, every few hours, that that signal was alive – that whatever was sending it was alive. Until he noticed something. At first, the signal was hours away but, every other time it was picked up, it seemed it was taking a little less; and a little less every time. Eventually the signal was minutes apart. Still, no one cared. Probably a decommissioned satellite still doing its thing in orbit, they said, it’ll pass, they said. So, he continued his research, still unaided; still rejected. It was now seconds apart and the signal appeared to have change until, finally-

 He had done it.

 But what he had discovered chilled him to his very core. He played the signal back and, in a robotized voice he could hear the message:

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He had to run. In the back of his mind, the fact that the message change still played. What could it have changed to? Was it even important? Did he have time to decipher that new message? He didn’t know. His mind was curious, but it was also rational. The only thing he could do was leave the computer to read the second message on its own. Maybe someone would find it. Maybe it would be useful for someone else. But not for him. He had to run. He had to go back to his family, because

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 As he ran, he knew. He knew there was no way to save them. Them – his family. They started to feel like a concept. The distance between him and them. He got to his car. It didn’t start. He took out his phone. No service. Them, he thought. They needed him, they didn’t believe him, they were coming. He had to get to them. They-

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He did the only thing he could. He ran. He had to be there in time. He had to protect them. The only people who were ever there for him. The only people who were counting on him. The only people who loved him; or did they tolerate him?

 No.

 He shook those thoughts. What was happening? This wasn’t him. Of course they loved him. They remembered all the dates, never let a birthday pass, or a Father’s Day go without at least a little gesture of care and comfort – or did they? Was he forgetting something? Or was he remembering something he had forgotten long ago? Why was he thinking like this? If he didn’t love them, why was he trying so hard to get to them in time? Maybe it was diligence, not love; responsibility, not affection. They were a burden. Even though he was thinking these things, his legs never faltered. He kept running as fast as he could. He looked like a runaway. The fear in his face was a clear paradox to how the streets were – filled with people going about their day as any other; some in a rush, others calmly walking, some listening to music, others sipping their drink, reading a book, walking hand-in-hand with a lover, sharing a story with a friend. It was strange how, even within this internal conflict, he could notice more than ever how people went about their day. Maybe it was because he had to focus on getting home fast, maybe it was because they were such a contrasting world to him at that moment, or maybe it was because that could be the last time he would see such a scene again.

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He ran. His lungs were on fire, and his legs felt like giving out, but strangely, he felt invigorated. He could run. And that’s what he did. There was little else he could do. He was a family man. He had to save them. Would it be worth it? Again. Those intrusive thoughts. Where were they coming from? They wouldn’t even thank him. They didn’t need to. He had to go. He had to run. He had to see them. The sky got darker.

 3 p.m.

 His heart sank. He was right. He wondered what everyone was saying. What ways they were coming up with to explain the skies darkening in the middle of a summer afternoon. There was no sign of an eclipse. They couldn’t use that one, he thought. People were now as curious as he was. Looking up at the sky. Some checking their phones and wrist watches. Everyone had a confused expression. But not him. He was now more focused then ever. Still running. Still dodging and heaving the jam-packed streets of people that didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know either. But he knew that something was doing this. He knew that something was changing the pace of these people ordinary and daily lives – and it was premeditated.

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He couldn’t stop either. God knows how much strength he had to summon not to just stop and yell “RUN. IT’S THEM. HIDE.” but he couldn’t. It would make him lose time. He had to save his own. Not that they deserve it. What was happening?

 The sky lit up. There were flashes. Everyone stopped to look. He could care less. He already knew -

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

-it wouldn’t make a difference if he saw them.

 Everyone was running. Panic. There was no official reaction; no contingency plan for this. And no wonder; not that long ago, we thought we were alone in the universe. Now, everyone was really alone, and they knew it. Some people ran to their cars; but they wouldn’t start. Others ran to the middle of the street to try and catch a ride with the ones that were already driving before the blackout. Some were run over, others, who had stopped to take people in, were forced out of their cars, and left on the road to fend for themselves. He started to think they deserved that. They deserved to be tossed out on the street for their ingenuousness; they deserved what was coming for their heartlessness; they deserved not to know what was coming for them. They- Who exactly were they?

To whom this question was directed, he didn’t exactly know. To the ones that were coming, of course, he assured himself. Are you certain? Again, those introspective thoughts. They couldn’t have come at a better time? Every time they appeared his determination faltered. The brave and resolute man that he felt like when running was disappearing with each ragged breath he took; each step closer to his family created more distance between them. Did he have the strength to do this? Maybe. Did he really want to do this?

 He didn’t know, but-

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 -he had to. Diligence, remember?

 That’s right, if nothing else, then, diligence.

 And diligence it was.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. Why was he doing this? Risking his life for people who did not see his worth. People who did not care for his happiness. People who never once believed him.

The anger; the rage and helplessness he was feeling began to cloud his thoughts. And the fear began to cloud his sight. They no longer revolved around the question of whether or not they loved him; whether or not they deserved to be saved, or at least warned about what was to come; and he didn't know why.

Did he believe the thoughts to be true? If so, then why was he running? Ah, that's right, diligence. Or was it fear?

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 Fear of being alone. Fear of having no one by his side during his final hours. Fear of having no one to mourn him.

After all, it was that fear that kept his family from falling apart. It makes sense that it would be the same fear that brought them together in the end, no?

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop running. He couldn't stop them. He couldn't stop his thoughts. He was afraid, and he was alone. He didn't want to be alone. He had to keep running

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He started to recognize the buildings. He was close to home. The air had changed. The sky wasn't blue.

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 The were flashes of light, and people running and screaming, with no clear direction to go.

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 The door. The door to his home. So close. He only had to open it and he wouldn't be alone anymore.

 They were coming, and nothing could stop it.

 He touched it. The world stopped.

 They were here, and nothing could stop it.

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Art by  SnowSkadi

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I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

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