[Resident Evil fan, the author can only write about happiness, one person plays multiple vests, and does not replace the original characters]
[The main focus of practicing handwriting is a companionship]
Chris, who has devoted his life to playing various horror games, became... Chris of Resident Evil after playing too many Cataclysms and Zombie Destruction Plans.
He didn't know whether it was reasonable or not, but the problem was that there were two Chriss in the world now?
"I can only crawl," Chris said, "otherwise I would be a loser. Look at the group of people next to me..."
He held Wesker, who was drunk, with his right hand, and pointed at Barry, who was dancing Latin on the stage, with his left hand, and looked at Jill, who was drunk on the ground, complaining.
"... Obviously I'm the most darkened, but I'm the only one in this group of people, right? Wesker."
"You put... Poison in the wine?!" Wesker spat out a mouthful of blood.
"That's wrong, it's Ouroboros. Who told you not to be the villain? How can I play RE5 if you don't change?"
Chris punched his sunglasses, causing an explosion in RE5.
"Sheva is finally unlocked," Chris slowly put on a pair of sunglasses, "I knew that the power of the prison could also explode the character."
Intention: All suffering will pass