Project Umbrella Translation
CHIEF WARDEN'S DIARY
There's a few more hours until I cease to be human. This is my final entry.
No use crying over spilled milk. And there's always someone who spills the milk.
Sure enough, this is how the story ends, a classic biohazard.
Forty-eight hours from now, this island will be completely infected with the virus, killing all living things on it.
In just a few more hours I'll be nothing more than a meat puppet strung along by the virus.
She's the only hope I have left. My invincible alter ego, my Neticia. I met her in an empty cell.
You were happily nesting in the prison with nothing to feed on.
Why'd I take a liking to you? Was it because of how you were surviving in your own little corner of the world?
I caught moths and cockroaches to drape over your nest.
It was comforting to watch you wrap your prey in your threads and suck out their bodily fluids.
Watching you grow and grow, I wished to make my Neticia even bigger and stronger.
So I stole some flesh from discarded tests subjects and fed it to you.
The virus was effective. Soon you were the size of a man.
When I ran out of food, I threw a prisoner into your cell.
They were destined to be tortured to death by Alfred anyway. It didn't matter if he had a few less.
Eventually you were too big to live in the cell, and I released you onto the prison roof.
The roof became Neticia's nest as she devoured prisoners and guards at random.
Nobody anywhere can defeat my alter ego.
Your fangs will tear apart even that detestable degenerate Alfred.
But it's all over. The virus is eating away at my body.
I can hear your footsteps, Neticia, as you scurry across the roof on your eight legs.
You've eaten all you could. Hunger gnaws at you.
Nettie, kill, destroy, devour everything.
There's no point to a world I've left. Looks like your eight eyes are peering in.
Don't get distracted. Follow your instinct of hunger and take a bite of me.
There's a few more hours until I cease to be human. This is my final entry.
No use crying over spilled milk. And there's always someone who spills the milk.
Sure enough, this is how the story ends, a classic biohazard.
Forty-eight hours from now, this island will be completely infected with the virus, killing all living things on it.
In just a few more hours I'll be nothing more than a meat puppet strung along by the virus.
She's the only hope I have left. My invincible alter ego, my Neticia. I met her in an empty cell.
You were happily nesting in the prison with nothing to feed on.
Why'd I take a liking to you? Was it because of how you were surviving in your own little corner of the world?
I caught moths and cockroaches to drape over your nest.
It was comforting to watch you wrap your prey in your threads and suck out their bodily fluids.
Watching you grow and grow, I wished to make my Neticia even bigger and stronger.
So I stole some flesh from discarded tests subjects and fed it to you.
The virus was effective. Soon you were the size of a man.
When I ran out of food, I threw a prisoner into your cell.
They were destined to be tortured to death by Alfred anyway. It didn't matter if he had a few less.
Eventually you were too big to live in the cell, and I released you onto the prison roof.
The roof became Neticia's nest as she devoured prisoners and guards at random.
Nobody anywhere can defeat my alter ego.
Your fangs will tear apart even that detestable degenerate Alfred.
But it's all over. The virus is eating away at my body.
I can hear your footsteps, Neticia, as you scurry across the roof on your eight legs.
You've eaten all you could. Hunger gnaws at you.
Nettie, kill, destroy, devour everything.
There's no point to a world I've left. Looks like your eight eyes are peering in.
Don't get distracted. Follow your instinct of hunger and take a bite of me.
Official Japanese Transcript
看守長の日記
人間ヤメるまであと数時間。これが最期の日記。
こぼれたミルクは戻らない。そして絶対ミルクをこぼす奴がいる。
案の定この結末、お決まりのバイオハザード。
48時間後には完全にウイルスに染まり、この島の生けとし生けるものは死に絶えるだろう。
俺だってあと少しでウイルスに操作されるだけの肉人形に成り果てる。
残された希望は彼女だけ。無敵の分身、俺のネティシア。彼女と出会ったのはからっぽの独房。
餌など何もない牢獄に健気に巣を張っていたのがお前だった。
何でお前を気に入ったんだ？ 世界の片隅で生き抜いてる姿が重なったから？
俺はせっせと蛾やゴキブリを捕まえては巣にかけてやった。
お前が獲物を糸でぐるぐる包み込み、体液を吸い取っていくさまを見るのが心安らぐ時だった。
どんどん大きくなる姿を見て、俺はネティシアをもっと大きく、強くしたくなった。
そこで廃棄処分された実験体の肉を盗み出して与えたんだ。
ウイルスの効果はテキメン。すぐにお前は人ほどの大きさになった。
与えるエサがなくなったら、独房に囚人をほうり込んだ。
どうせアルフレッドの拷問で殺される運命なのだ。多少減ったところでどうという事はなかった。
とうとうお前は独房で暮らせる大きさではなくなり俺は刑務所の天井にお前を解き放った。
天井はネティシアの巣となり、アットランダムに囚人や看守を貪り食うようになった。
俺の分身を打ち負かせるものなどどこにもいない。
憎たらしい低能アルフレッドさえお前の牙は引き裂くだろう。
だがもう終わりだ。体をウイルスが蝕んでいる。
天井を八本の脚でせわしく動き回るネティシア、お前の脚音が聞こえる。
あらかた食えるものは食い尽くしてしまったのだろう。渇きがお前を苛立てている。
ネッティ、すべてを殺し、破壊し、貪り尽くせ。
俺が消えるこの世界に何の意味もない。覗きこむように現れる８つの目。
迷うことはない。渇きの本能に従って、俺を噛み砕いてくれ。
人間ヤメるまであと数時間。これが最期の日記。
こぼれたミルクは戻らない。そして絶対ミルクをこぼす奴がいる。
案の定この結末、お決まりのバイオハザード。
48時間後には完全にウイルスに染まり、この島の生けとし生けるものは死に絶えるだろう。
俺だってあと少しでウイルスに操作されるだけの肉人形に成り果てる。
残された希望は彼女だけ。無敵の分身、俺のネティシア。彼女と出会ったのはからっぽの独房。
餌など何もない牢獄に健気に巣を張っていたのがお前だった。
何でお前を気に入ったんだ？ 世界の片隅で生き抜いてる姿が重なったから？
俺はせっせと蛾やゴキブリを捕まえては巣にかけてやった。
お前が獲物を糸でぐるぐる包み込み、体液を吸い取っていくさまを見るのが心安らぐ時だった。
どんどん大きくなる姿を見て、俺はネティシアをもっと大きく、強くしたくなった。
そこで廃棄処分された実験体の肉を盗み出して与えたんだ。
ウイルスの効果はテキメン。すぐにお前は人ほどの大きさになった。
与えるエサがなくなったら、独房に囚人をほうり込んだ。
どうせアルフレッドの拷問で殺される運命なのだ。多少減ったところでどうという事はなかった。
とうとうお前は独房で暮らせる大きさではなくなり俺は刑務所の天井にお前を解き放った。
天井はネティシアの巣となり、アットランダムに囚人や看守を貪り食うようになった。
俺の分身を打ち負かせるものなどどこにもいない。
憎たらしい低能アルフレッドさえお前の牙は引き裂くだろう。
だがもう終わりだ。体をウイルスが蝕んでいる。
天井を八本の脚でせわしく動き回るネティシア、お前の脚音が聞こえる。
あらかた食えるものは食い尽くしてしまったのだろう。渇きがお前を苛立てている。
ネッティ、すべてを殺し、破壊し、貪り尽くせ。
俺が消えるこの世界に何の意味もない。覗きこむように現れる８つの目。
迷うことはない。渇きの本能に従って、俺を噛み砕いてくれ。
Official English Transcript
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DIARY OF THE CHIEF WARDEN
Only a few hours remain for me as a conscious human being. This will be the final entry in my diary. I won't waste what precious moments whining about what could've been. Who dropped the ball this time? Ah well, what's done is done. In 48 hours the virus will contaminate this entire island and every life form will die out. Soon I will be nothing more than a soulless bag of meat controlled completely by the virus.
She is my last hope. My invincible lover, Neticia. I first met you in an empty solitary cell. You had innocently chosen that spot to make your web, a place to call home, though there was no food for you to catch. I wonder why I fell for you... Perhaps it was because I sensed we were kindred spirits, choosing to live our lives in some sheltered corner secluded from others... I diligently kept feeding you with moths and roaches. Watching you wrap their bodies and suck out their fluids relaxed me. I noticed how you had grown, but I wanted you to be bigger and stronger. That's why I started to steal bodies for you. There was no harm in it, after all they were the dead remnants from various experiments, no longer useful and left to be disposed of secretly. So I did just that, by feeding you. The effect of the virus on you was astounding, and in no time you had become as big as a man. Then, when I ran out of food, I sent a prisoner to the cell. They would be tortured to death by Alfred anyway. No one cared if a few went missing... At last you have grown too big to live in a cell. Now I let you crawl loose in the prison. The ceiling has become your nesting place and you've become to devour prisoners and prison officers at random. No one will be able to destroy my lover. You are far more powerful than that annoying Alfred, your fangs are sharp enough to slice his empty little head off with one bite.
All those memories... they'll be gone. My whole body has been infected with the virus. Now I'm hearing the noise you make when you crawl on the ceiling with your eight slender legs, Neticia. I guess you have eaten your food up. I guess the hunger is urging you. My dear Netty... Kill everyone. Destroy everything. Devour all. The meaning of the world will be lost when I die. I know you gazing at me with your eight eyes. Don't hesitate. Now, fulfill your urge, and let nature take its course as you sink your beautiful fangs into me...
DIARY OF THE CHIEF WARDEN
Only a few hours remain for me as a conscious human being. This will be the final entry in my diary. I won't waste what precious moments whining about what could've been. Who dropped the ball this time? Ah well, what's done is done. In 48 hours the virus will contaminate this entire island and every life form will die out. Soon I will be nothing more than a soulless bag of meat controlled completely by the virus.
She is my last hope. My invincible lover, Neticia. I first met you in an empty solitary cell. You had innocently chosen that spot to make your web, a place to call home, though there was no food for you to catch. I wonder why I fell for you... Perhaps it was because I sensed we were kindred spirits, choosing to live our lives in some sheltered corner secluded from others... I diligently kept feeding you with moths and roaches. Watching you wrap their bodies and suck out their fluids relaxed me. I noticed how you had grown, but I wanted you to be bigger and stronger. That's why I started to steal bodies for you. There was no harm in it, after all they were the dead remnants from various experiments, no longer useful and left to be disposed of secretly. So I did just that, by feeding you. The effect of the virus on you was astounding, and in no time you had become as big as a man. Then, when I ran out of food, I sent a prisoner to the cell. They would be tortured to death by Alfred anyway. No one cared if a few went missing... At last you have grown too big to live in a cell. Now I let you crawl loose in the prison. The ceiling has become your nesting place and you've become to devour prisoners and prison officers at random. No one will be able to destroy my lover. You are far more powerful than that annoying Alfred, your fangs are sharp enough to slice his empty little head off with one bite.
All those memories... they'll be gone. My whole body has been infected with the virus. Now I'm hearing the noise you make when you crawl on the ceiling with your eight slender legs, Neticia. I guess you have eaten your food up. I guess the hunger is urging you. My dear Netty... Kill everyone. Destroy everything. Devour all. The meaning of the world will be lost when I die. I know you gazing at me with your eight eyes. Don't hesitate. Now, fulfill your urge, and let nature take its course as you sink your beautiful fangs into me...