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summary of the first half of beyond evil
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Saw the RE4R gameplay and I thought I might as well watch RE2R playthrough too, and now its just Leon brainrot all day everyday baby
Imagine RE2R Leon waddling through the dark sewer water as you watch his back moving further into the murky tunnel. His shotgun held close to his chest so he could protect you both. The piles of trash in the corner makes your nose curl, both the smell and the sight. Gross.
You cried out your disgust dramatically while trying to keep up with Leon. He merely chuckled at your distress and he assures you that you two won't stay here for long. Flashing you an amused smirk over his shoulder.
"If I keep following you for more than a minute I might die to shit," You grumbled bitterly as you glared back at him.
He barks out a laugh.
"That's too bad,"
He turned his body to you, a certain and boyish grin on his handsome face.
"You won't get rid of me that easily."
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Imagine you and RE4R Leon dashing through the blurry chilly air. The cold smoke makes your skin crawl with anxiety.
It doesn't quite help you two much since it was ridiculously freezing in this maze-like freezer room, and playing hide and seek with a durable exoskeleton zombie with a tail as sharp as a blade.
As soon as you both hear the,
Ding!
You both ran for the elavator, as quickly as your adrenaline can carry you. Cold sweat dripping down your forehead while puffing cold air.
Leon slides through the elavator with you right behind him, he slammed the lighted button on the wall. The metal doors staggered the zombie's tail attack and stumble on its feet. You both sighed a moment of relief once the door calmly closes and carries you to the upper levels.
Although, the relief was gone when Leon dropped to his knees and clutching his head. He was groaning and grit his teeth, shaking his head to try and give him some ease from the numbing pain. The Plagas showed itself through Leon's arms, creeping through as black veins.
Like he was caught in a spiderweb.
Concern etched on to your face. You mimicked his stance and held his shoulders firmly, calling out his name. Determined to snap him out of it, and worried how it was making him worse.
He doesn't notice you, but you kept holding him. As if your comforting touch would help him.
As if to remind him that you were there with him.
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one of the biggest issues with the current misinformation and/or propaganda discourses is that a lot of people on some level hold the idea that there's a linear separation between "media that is Propaganda" and "True Media, which is Correct and Pure," and that is fundamentally not how the news works, or how history works, or how historiography works. Some news and history is certainly working to push particular points more than others, and not all aspects of the political equation bear equal validity, but a lot of people are refusing to engage with the fact that all news and all media needs to be engaged with critically, and that "read from a variety of sources" isn't a conservative psyop but an attempt to try to counter the fact that every journalist ever - every person every, and certainly every twenty something tiktoker ever - has certain biases. there is no linear, singular, pure "truth." in fact, the acceptance of the idea that there can be some media that is wholly pure versus others that is nothing but pure propaganda is exactly how people buy into propaganda to begin with - because it presents a clean, straightforward, and seemingly just explanation for the world
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