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PROYECTO TRADUCCIÓN NOVELAS:
バイオハザード アンブレラ・クロニクルズ (SIDE A)
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Titulo: Resident Evil The Umbrella Chronicles 1 (SIDE A)
Idioma: Alemán
Páginas: 235
Release: Diciembre 2007
Paso a explicar el proyecto en qué consiste para los interesados en participar y echar una mano en nuestra página web. Las novelas fueron lanzadas en Japón exclusivamente, a excepción de hace poco tiempo que una editorial Alemana sacó su versión germana de la primera (SIDE A). Hace unos dias ha sido lanzada la versión SIDE B en Alemania, estamos a esperas de adquirirla.
Bien, en estos momentos tenemos a nuestra disposición la novela SIDE A en Alemán, para traducirla al Español es necesario tener conocimientos del idioma germano o por el contrario echar mano de un traductor confiable como Google y coordinar lo que salga.
Contenido de la novela SIDE A:
- Introduction
- Ecliptic Express Incident 1998.07.23
- The Mansion Incident 1998.07.24
- Raccoon City Annihilation 1998.09.28
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¡Wolas!
Mike, yo puedo echarte una mano (ya has visto mis traducciones (haxhax)), pero tendría que usar traductor porque de alemán no sé un pijo xDD
Luego ya quedaría coordinar bien el texto traducido para que tuviera sentido.
Con el inglés no creo que tenga muchos problemas, ya viste las otras traducciones que hice para la página (yeh)
De momento puedo colaborar (no esperes traducciones rapidísimas como las otras veces xD).
Si surgiera algo que me impidiese continuar el proyecto te mandaría un MP en todo caso (^O)
¡Un saludo!
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Y o puedo ayudar mike :D
alemán no se :/ pero puedo usar un traductor y corregir para que suene coherente lo que diga,como digo Arkanus
intentare aserlo rapido no me gusta dejar cosas pendientes (^_^)
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Mike: tu sabes como soy a la hora de inglés-español.
Termino el encargo que estoy, y nos comunicamos ;)
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Me apuntaría, puedo ayudar en la sección alemana, pueden ayudarme muchos conocidos, espero respuestas para ver si nos ponemos al tanto, y te confirmo si puedo o no.
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Mañana viernes empezaré a mandar pedidos de páginas a los que se han postulado a ayudar, muchisimas gracias compañeros, de esta manera la cosa irá mejor y dará mejores resultados.
Arkanus, los pedidos no es que los quiera de un dia para otro, es más, me sorprendió la rapidez con la que los traducistes aquella vez (haxhax) daré aproximadamente 1 semana completa (7 dias) para traducir unas 4 o 6 páginas.
Saludos
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DOBLE POST Obligado
Y bien, aqui dejo los primeros mandados para el personal:
Arkanus
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But perhaps one should say, in the case of Umbrella the company has become so huge it's very existence is a legend...
The beginning of this legend was in 1967 in the tower room of an old castle. The castle was owned by Ozwell E. Spencer, a Lord well known throughout Western European nobility. Lord Spencer had put parts of his castle under the disposal of a certain Dr. James Marcus who had for many years been in the employment of a prestigious Swiss university.
Marcus was discovered at this university thanks to his research about the extinct earth-antiquity of microbes to a very interesting virus. However, there was a conflict of interests between different groups inside the institute, of which Marcus found himself once again on the losing side. This led to him being sidelined and relegated to a meaningless position. This was due to a scandal which involved falsified test results, with Marcus stood at the end of the line with no one to pass the buck onto, despite him having nothing to do with the whole affair. But even this was not the end of his losing streak. His previously very generous
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research grants, which came largely from public funds, were radically cut back. The university did not prevent him from continuing his research; however, they refused him any further financial support. This was a clear sign to Marcus that his days at the institute were numbered.
In a seemingly hopeless situation, Marcus contacted his old friend Spencer and pleaded with him for financial support. Spencer responded promptly. He first made enquiries about Marcus’s research, and gave him an answer just a few days later. His offer was, however, subject to two conditions: First, Marcus would leave the university immediately. The Spencer foundation would occupy him with a much more generous salary than he had ever received from the university. Secondly, Marcus had to keep the final results of his research under strict secrecy. If these two conditions were met, Marcus would have state of the art lab facilities at his disposal and a place to live. Any contacts with the outside world were to be avoided if possible.
Well, Marcus probably would not have made this pact with the devil were it not for the fact he could immediately continue his research.
Spencer’s offer seemed very generous and he readily agreed. The two then employed
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another nobleman, a man named Edward Ashford. Marcus’s future was now secured, his epoch-making research could continue.
On the day when Marcus finally reaped the fruits of his years of work on microbes, he ran around purple-faced through the laboratory and was excited as a teenager would be before his first date.
“Please understand me, Ashford! This discovery will shake the world! It is nothing less than the fulfilment of an ancient dream of humanity!”
“I have sympathy for your feelings,” said Edward Ashford sleepily. He was slumped over his chair as he sat. “But to wake and get me up in the middle of the night from my sleep! What you believe, as I feel…”
“I beg you! Don’t imagine it like that! After all, this is about a miracle! The discovery of a miracle!”
“You know…”
Ashford looked for a moment at the ceiling.
“What?”
“Lord Spencer is not here. He hates it if one bullies him. I am against most probably too good-natured.”
“All right. Nevertheless, Ashford, you have to watch this! Here!”
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Marcus brought the image of the scanning electron microscope on the monitor. The otherwise pitch-black screen showed some objects resembling rice grains with tails.
“Look closely,” he said with the pride of a boy showing his best friend his most valuable toy. “These are E.Coli.”
Ashford was unimpressed. “Well you may be surprised, but I actually recognise…”
“I have killed them with the help of 0.1 ppm of chlorine.”
“I understand. So you have woken me up in the middle of the night to show me a dozen dead E.Coli?”
“Shush!”
Marcus put his finger to his lips and pointed to the screen.
With a very thin needle, something was injected into the nucleus of the dead coliform bacteria. Amazingly the bacteria suddenly began to beat wildly in frenzy. More than that, they became longer and longer and eventually divided in the middle to form to separate parts.
“They divide, Ashford!”
Marcus had tears in his eyes. But Edward didn’t seem to share his excitement in the least.
“Doctor…” Edward’s voice indicated he was clearly annoyed. “It is surely not the first time that cells emerge from a state of apparent death and
De momento ahí está el trabajo mandado, poco a poco, recordad enviarme las traducciones en Español al siguiente e-mail: webmaster@residentevilcenter.net
PD: Raúl, cuando acabes el trabajo actual, ya hablamos por aqui para entrar en este proyecto. Slayer, de momento quiero que traduzcais de Inglés a Español, si quieres dimelo y te mando un pedido.
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DOBLE POST Obligado
De momento ahí está el trabajo mandado, poco a poco, recordad enviarme las traducciones en Español al siguiente e-mail: webmaster@residentevilcenter.net
PD: Raúl, cuando acabes el trabajo actual, ya hablamos por aqui para entrar en este proyecto. Slayer, de momento quiero que traduzcais de Inglés a Español, si quieres dimelo y te mando un pedido.
Estaría muy bien, te confirmo con un sí el apoyo, no tendría ningún problema en ayudarte con las traducciones, y sería agradable para mi, regresar a este trabajo que ya había dejado atrás en el blog de Darkside Chronicles.
PD: No puedo hacer un buen quote.
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Traducciones para: Arkanus, Slayer, Raúl
Arkanus (17,18,19)
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re-animate. Such a thing is even common in higher organisms, but…”
“Wrong, wrong,” interrupted Marcus, violently gesturing with his hands. “This is something completely different! These cells are not apparently dead! Their nuclei were destroyed completely, their cells completely perforated. They were completely dead, completely dead. And then, after I gave them our aforementioned virus – you know the original virus already and implanted it – they began to grow and multiply again!”
On the screen it was clearly visible, as the revival of the coli form of bacteria continued to increase with almost incredible speed. Edward stared at the image.
“Completely dead,” he murmured thoughtfully.
“Exactly. Without a doubt. Why would I lie? And everything is described in this document!”
Marcus handed Edward a thick wad of paper.
“Should I read it all now?”
“No. I will briefly explain it to you. You are not a layman. One look at the test results and you have understood what an amazing thing this is. So, what you see here are the old drawings of an experiment in which the Miller Experiment of 1953 has been recreated here more or less. I have a glass beaker with methane,
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ammonia, hydrogen and water vapour filled and hermetically sealed. Into this mix I gave ten units of the original virus, which previously was killed with 1ppm of chlorine. It has then been heated and exposed to an electrical discharge. Now, what do you believe was the outcome?”
“You’ve already told me. Basically, you have repeated the Miller experiment. I’m sorry, but the results of this experiment have been known for years.”
“Listen to me! In principle, it is the Miller experiment. He has simulated a primitive atmosphere and provided evidence that life could form in this atmosphere of organic compounds. And from this arose, ultimately, life. This is however, about something completely different! Well, to the point that from amino acids and proteins, nucleic acids occur in both experiments. But in my case the protein eventually becomes a structure with a membrane, which has begun to multiply by division.”
“Impossible. That can not be.”
It was only natural that Edward steadfastedly refused to believe Marcus. Simply because he had just claimed no less that he had successfully recreated in the laboratory, the birth of life on Earth 3.8 billion years ago.
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“But it’s true. Full details of the experiment are described in detail in this paper. If you think that I am lying, just repeat it and examine it yourself. You can repeat it as many times as you like, the result will always be the same; the original virus causes the primitive DNA to arise from the protein soup.”
Edward wanted to believe it but still could not bring himself to. But the possibility that there may be something in this let the excitement from Marcus gradually skip over to him.
“You are right Marcus. We should tell Spencer.”
“Finally! Finally you understand!” Cried Marcus as Edward grabbed his right hand, beaming.
“Let us go immediately to Spencer.” Edward threw his overcoat over himself and took Marcus, still wearing his white lab coat, in tow. It was a memorable night. And the events of that night would finally lead towards the creation of the Umbrella Corporation.
Slayer (21,22)
Spoiler 21
THE ECLIPTIC EXPRESS
(23.07.1998)
The young woman leaned her elbow on the opened side window of the vehicle and sighed. How could she have been so naiv! As soon as the guy choose the nightly Arklay Mountains for their romantic jaunt, she should have realized. Again such an idiot who just thinks of one thing. If he pleased her with this or not was obviously of no concern to him. The young woman sighed loudly once again. This guy was an idiot. A diehard fool.
First this eternally long drive hither, and then his motor died in the middle of the forest. Noch vor dem resten Kass. He then instantly went to the next gas station afoot, but for the way forth and
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back he would need almost 2 hours. Yeah, two hours. Two damn hours! She watched at her wristwatch and sighed a third time. She couldn't do anything but wait.
As soon as he was back, she'd tell him that it was time to bring her back home. Actually, there was still some time left until “curfew”, but damn, it would be a waste of time to stay with this loser. And how did she fall for this stupid pick-up line and finally end up at this deserted place? Well, in fact, she knew the answer. She was here, because Jeff didn't care about her anymore. In the last time, the only things they had were arguments, and she wanted to get Jeff jealous of that guy. That was it probably, that's why she's here. But why the hell with such a fool?
Something pulled her out of her thoughts. She saw someone coming up to the car. A shape appeared in the rear-mirror. Finally that guy has returned, she thought. She didn't turn around. He shan't get the idea that she wishfully waited for him. Instead, she kept watching ahead. She had to make that guy know what the thinks of him, after all.
Woh?
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Something in the way he walked was strange. With every of his sedate Steps, the upper part of his body wavered from right to left in the rear-view mirror. And the head shook on his shoulders like that of a baby.
What's up with him? He's walking like a zombie in a horror film ...
No panic. It was him, without any doubt, it wasn't a stranger. Sie recognized his shirt and his jeans. And, of course, aside from these his unique daft winged hat, that let's him look like an angel. It could only be him. Slowly, very slowly he got closer.
Does he want to scare me? After he let me wait for two hours in this damnfucking forest?
,, Damn, it's enough!“, the young woman shouted with a loud voice. ,,First the fuel becomes empty, then you let me wait in this darkness for two hours, und and now you want to scare me with your stupid zombie-show! Thanks, but it's unnecessary! Bring me home, NOW! I'm hungry and want to eat something in town. Without you, because you spoil my appetite ...“
He sure was as hungry as her, the woman thought.
The shape got closer, its hands grab
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Through the open window and grabbed the head of the woman. One bite and her pale throat was torn to pieces. From her cervical artery her blood shot like a fountain through the inside of the car.
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,,Paramedic! I'm injured!“, shouted someone close by. I'm no damn paramedic, whispered Rebecca Chambers annoyed and started to run. Rebecca and her comrades of Bravo-Team of S.T.A.R.S. – a special unit of the Raccoon City Police Departments – were flying in a police chopper in the area around the Arklay Mountains, to investigate a series of murders, that occured in the last days. The weather this night was miserable and everything but useful for a chopper flight. Dark thunderclouds flew over the mountain ridge like emissaries of apocalypse, and sometimes bolts disturbed the darkness. In the End, luck has left them. Completely unprepared, the chopper was hit by a strong thundersquall and got tossed around. Somewhere in the impassable area of the Arklay Mountains, they had to make an emergency landing.
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,,Paramedic! Over here!”
A man with a robust figure beckoned smiling to Rebecca. It was Edward Dewey, an old comrade of Rebecca from the Bravo-Team.
,,I'm no paramedic, I belong to the rear security!“, hissed Rebecca, when she kneeled beside Edward.
Although the rescue of injured also belongs to the jobs of the rear security, short ,,RS. And that's by far not everything. Back coverage, sentries and even sniper-missions belonged to their field of duty. While a simple paramedic just does medical jobs, one was far more involved in real combat as member of the RS.
,,Listen, chick, I've lost my right arm.“
,,You'll find it back, as soon as you put it back from your back“, Rebecca answered, without any emotions. Beside Edward, a real giant of a man, who looks like he could take on a grizzly, the graceful Rebecca looked like a little girl, that somehow got lost at the front.
,,Dewey, this is absolutely not the time to make fun of a newby!“, the captain warned.
Me gustaría que cada vez que termineis traducciones y las hayais enviado dejéis un "feedback" (Mensaje) de confirmación del pedido, finalizado y enviado. Así me ahorro hacer dobles y triples post, y para que por aqui llevemos también un orden.
Saludos y muchas gracias
PD: Slayer, en el QUOTE no incluyas los SPOILERS, es lo que hace fallar.
PD1: Arkanus, cuando me envias la traducción intenta separarlas por páginas por favor, muchas gracias.
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¡Wolas!
Mike, perdona por el error u.uU
Ahora te envío el documento con la traducción (yeh)
¡Un saludo!
P.D. ¿Te sorprendió el tiempo que tardé en enviarte la primera traducción? xDDD
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¡Wolas!
Mike, perdona por el error u.uU
Ahora te envío el documento con la traducción (yeh)
¡Un saludo!
P.D. ¿Te sorprendió el tiempo que tardé en enviarte la primera traducción? xDDD
Eres una máquina traduciendo Inglés, he de felicitarte porque además de rápido las haces genialmente bien. Es una suerte tenerte como traductor Arkanus.
Felipe he recibido tus traducciones y la verdad que hay bastantes errores de coherencia y ortográficos, parece sacado directamente de un traductor. Date la oportunidad de corregirlas y volver a enviarmelas, si ves que no funciona no te preocupes, las puertas de colaboración están siempre abiertas, todo no se nos puede dar bien, asi que no te preocupes si no te ves para traducir.
Pedido Arkanus (12,26,27,28,29)
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If the opening of the umbrella would just happen for the best, to grant the real good protection and let the real evil suffer in the poisonous rain, then one would have to be really thankful to the owner of the umbrella. So much beneficence surely deserves our respect. Normally, for the real situation looks completely different: The poisonous rain, that comes down upon earth, is caused by the one who opens the umbrella above us.
The Umbrella Corp. is a huge, worldwide operating corporation. It's said, that Umbrella contributes greatly to the worlds peace due to its development of medicin and medical equipment. Umbrella is therefore the umbrella of beneficence. But the bigger and branched a corporation is, the more powerful it is, the more uncontrollable it gets and the more dark rumors and legends go around about it.
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Edward shrug his shoulders. He was a RS, as Rebecca.
,,Chambers! Status report!“
Enrico Marini, the Captain of the Bravo-Team, obviously struggled, to raise his voices volume above that of the wind and rain.
,,Everyone's safe and in good health, Sir!“, antwortete Rebecca.
It seemed like a miracle. In spite of the stormy weather and the total Darkness, the chopper-pilot did a textbook emergency landing. The machine was neither torn apart in the air, nor crashed against a tree or shattered at the ground of a gorge. The members of team Bravo were able to get out of the chopper without problems, and now looked like a group of scouts in a summer camp.
,,Well, guys, listen!“ The captain took a look at every of his team members. ,,Thanks to our great pilot from the RPD, this emergency landing wasn't that serious. Nevertheless, there is no reason for us to judge this situation as positive. Wir in the mountains, it's night, and the damn storm does its deed. No need for high spirits. One single mistake could endanger the entire team.“
The bravos listened concentrated to the words of its
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captain, like a kid listens to the harangue of its father. Marini could always be sure of the total trust of his men, and totally rely on them. Under his lead, they have already survived several dangerous situation unharmed and were like children to him.
,,So, this chopper landed in area Romeo. Those mysterious murder cases, however, took place near a mansion, southwest of here. Normally, we should investigate the are from the sky, with a chopper first, but this is impossible, due to the weather. The entire Bravo-team will therefore search the area on the ground. In any case, this can only be better than sitting here doing nothing. Let's start right away.“
At this point, captain Marini turned to the chopper pilot:: ,,Dooley! As radio communication is disturbed, the HQ will most probably send a search troop. 'Till their arrival, you'll wait here at the chopper, so that someones here, when they arrive!“ The captain took a quick watch at his clock. ,,We're back in two hours! Everyone, build a crew and go!“
Bravo-team disappeared in the nightly forest. It was dark, and the cold rain crackled on them with the full power of a biblical plague. But
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Those hard-boild elite-fighters couldn't care less about it. This entire search mission had to look like a „simple job“ to them. Of course, none of the Bravos could know, that for every of them – even for Rebecca – calamity knocked at their doors.
WESKER 1
At around the same time two men sat at the place were the calamity had its roots, and talked. The first was a tall man with sunglasses. The second wore a white lab coat and a sloppy tied cravat and looked like someone from a hospital . They stood in front of a wall of monitors.
,,Blast, this world swims in shit ad nauseam. shit that walks, shit, that laughs, shit that lies, and shitheads who make your life the hell on earth. But one can do what one wants, the shit doesn't get less“, said the man in the white coat and curled his mouth disgustedly.
,,Sure“, said the man with the sunglasses and nodded disinterested.
,,The technology we developed allows us at least to give this scum
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A useful purpose. Don't you think so, too, Wesker?”
He didn't answert. He kept a straight face. That seemed to irritate William Birkin, the man in the white coat. He now spoke even louder and more insistently.
,,If you use shit as dung, it can become nutrient medium for a rich harvest. And just that's what we have done! We have made dung out of shit! There's nothing more to this technology! For this is the entire research!“ Birkin has talked himself in rage and stood up from his chair, „I have an assignment: I have to help changing this world swimming in shit to a place of luscious green!“
Wesker applauded dull.
,,Are you making fun of me?“
,No, not at all, Birkin. I think of you as a genius.“
That was obviously a purely cynical flattery, but Birkin seemed to truely be happy. Wesker continued: ,,Unfortunately, a genius has his own problems.“
,,What d'you mean by that?“
,,Lack of sense of reality.“
,,Really? Well, I'm fully aware of reality“, said Birkin choked. He sounded like an insulted little boy.
Saludos
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Sabia k pasaria esto xDD
es que lo ise apurado,por k tenia k salir :3
me tomare un poco mas de tiempo en traducirlo esta vez ^^
si no me funciona te lo comunico por el correo de la web :D
SaLu2
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado Mike (yeh)
Se nota que no tengo nada que hacer últimamente (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax)
¡Un saludo!
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado Mike (yeh)
Se nota que no tengo nada que hacer últimamente (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax)
¡Un saludo!
Seguimos con los pedidos, muchas gracias de nuevo Arkanus:
Arkanus (58,59,60,61,62,63)
Spoiler 58
WESKER 3
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"Who is afraid of Marcus? Nobody...", Dr. Birkin hummed while he worked the monitors. Beside him, Wesker had settled on the chair, but appeared to be neither interested in the monitors or the boisterous and merry-looking Birkin.
"He is nowhere to be seen. So he bailed."
The monitors continued to show constant changes in live images from all corners of the Umbrella Training Centre. Judging by these pictures, the training centre was a kind of haunted house in a way, which was teeming with ogres and monsters.
The first director of the training centre for future high-level personnel of the Umbrella Corporation had been just that, Dr. James Marcus. But before more detail can be revealed on the fate of the ill-fated scientist, it is necessary to say a few words about the international conglomerate Umbrella.
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Everything began with the discovery of the 'proto-virus' in 1967. This discovery was one of the reasons for the rapid growth of Umbrella. It has to be assumed that this virus in ancient times made a crucial contribution to the emergence of life and death on earth. In other words, this original virus was the answer to the question of questions, a question whose answer has facinated scientists for centuries; the question of the origins of life.
In any case, the virus had the ability to mix genetic information to cause unique mutations. And it possessed the ability to transfer these altered genes into other organisms by infecting it and causing a fresh spontaneous mutation. This ability to transfer to spontaneous mutation functioned both between whole individuals and between individual cells. The original virus was one of the great discoveries of the century, but hardly anyone took any notice. And nowhere were the facts of this discovery ever published. But why?
Behind this wonderous discovery stood three men. Ozwald E. Spencer, a famous noble, Edward Ashford, also noble, and Dr. James Marcus, Spencer's friend from university times. Lord Spencer was the most
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inhuman man, which you can imagine. Although blessed from birth with wealth and prestige, he still suffered from a painful ambition, an insaitable greed for more. Spencer dreamed of ruling over everything and everyone. The whole world he wanted for himself. Anything less, simply would not satisfy him. Of the three, Spencer was the only one who really understood the potential power of the proto-virus over mankind. And it was only logical that he instigated the launching of Umbrella Corporation in order to feed his hunger for power. This differentiated his thinking and his attitude from the outset in principle to Ashford, who was concerned only about the reputation of his family, or from Marcus, who wanted simply to pursue his research with a vigour.
After its establishment, the Umbrella Corporation gave itself to the outside world the appearance of a globally operating pharmaceutical company. But secretly with the help of the research on the proto-virus they could significantly advance in the field of biological weaponry. Spencer's first goal was to dominate the arms market. In fact, the
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Umbrella Corporation grew like wildfire to a considerable size. This rapid growth had been fuelled mainly by the political power of the original virus as the ultimate threat.
While Marcus was one of the discoverers of the original virus, the rapid growth in size and power of Umbrella meant he was soon pushed to the sidelines. Power struggles and plots had never been one of his strengths. Spencer, however, was a true expert in fighting with hooks and eyes, and had an easy time dealing with Marcus. Almost overnight, Marcus was pulled out of all the company's planning and shifted to the post of Director of the company's own training center. The scientist immediately realised that this was done to remove him from the power centre of the group. But he never fought against his transfer because he knew he could gain something positive from it after all: There, in this remote training center in the woods, it would easily be possible to evade control by the central office and work quietly on his research. In a sense, therefore, Marcus was even grateful to Spencer for this transfer.
In his new workplace, Marcus worked diligently to create a new biogenetic weapon by implanting leeches with the original proto-virus. In addition, he devoted himself to the development of the T-Virus, an improved version of the original virus. That this would ultimately also benefit Spencer, Marcus was well aware, but he did not directly scruple to create a weapon. He was also still fascinated by the possibilities of the original virus.
For Marcus, his time as Director of the training centre was happy, as his
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goal had always been to explore and discover new things. Secretly he hoped to find something spectacular, and thanks to these new discoveries finally earn Spencer’s true recognition, and then with his honour restored, he could return to his rightful place at the centre of the company. But once the T-Virus was finally completed, Marcus discovered that he was, to Spencer, just a pawn in the game all along. The ominous came without warning. Marcus was approached on day in his lab by Albert Wesker and William Birkin; - two employees whom he trusted completely – and was murdered by them. The two were acting under the direct orders of Spencer.
Now ten years later, Birkin and Wesker were planning the reactivation of the training centre and had returned there. But at the place of their crime they found Marcus’ ‘ghost’ and all kinds of angry monsters in response. No wonder Birkin was frightened at the sights on the screens. Again and again was ‘Dr. Marcus of that time’ spotted on the monitors, as well as several bio-weapons created by Marcus in the form of leeches and other creatures.
“Well…” Birkin was irritated. “Look at the time, Wesker!”
Birkin pointed to one of the monitors. There,
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two people were seen. A young couple, but no doubt that it was not a romantic rendezvous which had brought them to this place, both were armed.
“Well, well, this is amusing.” Wesker, whose interest had suddenly been reawakened, got up from his chair.
“The woman is a member of S.T.A.R.S.. Rebecca Chambers is her name. I do not know the man. Looks like Bravo Team got lost here. I wonder if they took the Ecliptic Express?”
“You know the woman?”
“She works for me.”
“And what do we do now?”
Wesker shrugged his shoulders.
“Lean back and watch. Find me images of Marcus!”
What do you mean…” Birkin began looking from camera to camera. While he worked on the keyboard of the control panel, he sang his strange little song.
“Who’s afraid of Marcus? Nobody, nobody…”
Un saludo traductores
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado Mike (H)
A este ritmo antes de mayo ya habremos acabado de traducir la novela (yeh)
¡Un saludo!
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Sabia k pasaria esto xDD
es que lo ise apurado,por k tenia k salir :3
me tomare un poco mas de tiempo en traducirlo esta vez ^^
si no me funciona te lo comunico por el correo de la web :D
SaLu2
¿Lo intentaste de nuevo?
A este ritmo antes de mayo ya habremos acabado de traducir la novela (yeh)
Es posible, y mira por donde será un orgullo tener este trabajo by US (Nosotros),
Siguiente pedido:
Arkanus (75,76,77,78,79)
Spoiler 75
WESKER 4
“They have done well to get this far.” Said Birkin with a tone of sincere admiration.
“What did you expect? S.T.A.R.S. is an elite unit of the police.”
“Yes, but even the guy with the tattoos. I wonder who that is?”
“I overheard the police radio. That’s Billy Coen, a former marine. He was convicted by a military tribunal and sentenced to death. The guy has killed 23 civilians.” Wesker said cheerfully.
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“These two would make wonderful data just ready to be gathered. Fortune seems to be favouring us this time.”
“You really are an incorrigible optimist. Birkin. What do you intend to do?”
Birkin looked at the monitor. No, he started at himself positively. But his focus was not directed at the monitor itself, but the thoughts inside his own brain. Finally, he nodded vigorously and said: “The T-Virus is actually completed. Thus we can transform this whole fucking waste into highly useful compost. However…I aim at something still higher. It would still be possible for me to create an even more powerful virus. Theoretically, it is even completed already. All that remains is for it to be trial tested.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Further research.”
“Here?”
“Exactly,” said Birkin.
“Why would you want to perform a test at an already contaminated place such as this? Do you want to use those two as test subjects?”
“Even I would not care! If I could eliminate this whole shit storm in one go…”
“The plan for the reclamation of the Training Centre is doomed to failure”, objected Wesker.
“Why is that?” Birkin asked in astonishment.
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“Somebody has to take responsibility for the release of the virus.”
“But that’s Marcus’ fault, not mine.”
“Umbrella will not last much longer.”
“…What…what are you talking about?”
Birkin sounded as though the end of the world had just been announced. He had worked for a long time under the care of Spencer. For Birkin, Umbrella was the world in which he lived. Outside it was just a poor, shitty world. And he would not dream of putting one step into this world.
“You do not mean to leave?” Birkin asked anxiously. Instead of an answer Wesker got up from his chair. Birkin protested: “Hey, wait a minute! What is this…”
Wesker turned away from the screens and began to walk with quick steps.
“Hey! You cannot be serious! What will become of all my research? My research!”
Wesker paused and answered, without turning around. “Do not worry. The research will continue. The T-Virus is almost finished. The data that I was able to gather here, that is the ultimate souvenir. All that remains is to collect combat data. And for that reason, the task force S.T.A.R.S. was formed.
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I will bring them into the mansion. You can stay here and research to your heart’s content. Here, for you!” Wesker threw something at Birkin and left the room. Birkin looked at the object Wesker had just tossed him. It was a key with the logo of Umbrella Corporation.
“Damn. What a bastard! A complete fucking asshole!”
Birkin pounded repeatedly on the table with his fist. Was this really the end? He was so worked up that he could feel no pain. On the table there was already bloodstains. He gritted his teeth so tightly that they crunched. He looked for a moment like a madman, staring at his own fist, from which the blood poured, and then Birkin began speaking to himself in a hoarse voice. He spoke to himself, and it sounded like the monologues of a man who had lost his obvious mental balance. “You know it…but from all over here…and you know it yourself…are not stupid…you know it only too well…the thing is gone…so…that is need…destroy everything before it becomes even worse there.”
Birkin flipped the cover over the switch for activating the self-destruct device on the control panel. Among them were two key holes. Birkin put the key which he had received from Wesker into one and turned it. Then he undid his own key from his necklace and put it into
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the adjacent hole. Birkin turned the second key and watched as a valve opened up in the middle of the control panel, under which was a red button.
“This is probably the end,” muttered Birkin quietly. His excitement seemed at once like it was gone.
Raúl y Slayer, comentadme qué tal llevais vuestros pedidos, si podéis hacerlos o estais muy ocupados.
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Raúl y Slayer, comentadme qué tal llevais vuestros pedidos, si podéis hacerlos o estais muy ocupados.
Traducción hecha y enviada, esperando nuevas ordenes! Standby :D
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Esperando nuevas ordenes! Standby :D
Aqui vamos con el nuevo pedido:
Lt-Raúl
Spoiler 93
WESKER 5
The train was derailed and overturned. It was the train that had brought Rebecca and her companion here, the Ecliptic Express. The front car of the train was derailed and destroyed, smoke still rose from the ruins. Two men stood amongst the smoke, their expressions unreadable.They were tall men with muscular chests. Both wore long coats
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that hid their bodies, but even so it was obvious that they were both well trained physically. The first man held a knife with three blades arranged asymmetrically like something used in ancient Indian antiquities. Wesker, who had arrived from the research centre through the underground passage, threw the two just a quick glance and was about to walk past them.
"Going somewhere, Comerade Wesker?"
Wesker paused and answered, without looking at his questioner. "I'm on my way to my next mission, Colonel Sergei Vladimir."
The man, Sergei, made a greasy looking grin. If it was a grin, then you had to assume that the more human side of his personality was obviously broken.
"The plan for the reactivation of the training centre was your idea. You were charged with the implementation. And now we have this fiasco. One might think you owe an explanation, Wesker." Sergei smiled, as if he had just made a successful joke.
In contrast, the countenance of the man behind him remained remarkably impassive. His face was stiff and cold as ice. So rigid was it in fact
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that one could quite easily have regarded it as a very intricately designed mask.Granted, Sergei's eerie grin had something mask-like. In any case, there was no doubt that these two guys had very little humanity within them. But Wesker at this point did nothing to point this fact out. The Commander of S.T.A.R.S. ignored Sergei's request and wanted to go.
"You want to go without simply answering for it do you?"
"The T-Virus has broken out. The training center is lost. It will be blown up in a few moments."
"Blown up? You do not say, comerade. I think I need to clarify something here. We have jointly committed to Lord Spencer. We are comerades. Unilateral action by individuals cannot be tolerated," said Sergei. He played with the clean knife in his hand and pointed the gleaming blade directly at Wesker. Sergei's face wore a devilish grin.
But Wesker was not intimidated. He met Sergei's eyes for a moment in silence and then said; "You probably belong to the bracket of men who gladly allow themselves to be dominated."
Sergei looked at Wesker in amazement.
"Restricted guys like you are always asked
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by someone who dominates and controls.," continued Wesker. "And you know why? Because you cannot make one single decision on your own. You think that you serve Lord Spencer but you are wrong. You simply are controlled by someone who dominates you. You are a robot. Your stupid mass is afraid of nothing more than change. As long as nothing changes for you, you do not care if anyone else is ruling and dominating you. Yes, they often do not get it again."
"What do you mean?"
"The fact that one day you will eventually work for me, Sergei."
Upon hearing this, Sergei laughed ostentatiously. "You really are as stupid as they say, Wesker! But I love conceited, arrogant guys like you! You know, every person fits physical pain. And people like you have physical pain. And people like you are no exception. I am looking forward to it! I can not wait to see you crawling on the ground and see you whimper for mercy with tears of blood after it had pierced your eyes, tore your fingernails right out, and pulled out each tooth individually!"
Sergei stuck his tongue out,grinning widely now. He pressed the blade of his knife into his mouth and pulled back sharply, still grinning. On his tongue, a straight line appeared, made from the pouring deep red blood.
"Pain is the
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messenger of the gods. It is the bond that unites us human beings with the gods. And I think you have earned something like this. I speak from pain, which is a gift from the gods. Ivan! Show him what it means to feel pain!"
The man, who had been standing behind Sergei the whole time, moved forward with smooth movements. He was a big build, and his body moved like a spring. Before Wesker he came to a halt. At the same moment, Wesker shot him without the slightest hesitation. Id did not seem to bother him to shoot another man. On the other hand - his opponent was not really just a 'man.' Although Ivan was hit by a volley from Wesker's kalashnikov, it seemed to make little difference to him. A little blood and flesh splattered, and Ivan took a few steps forward having suffered little significant visible damage. However, this did not seem to surprise Wesker one bit.
"Just as I suspected," he murmured under his breath.
Un saludo y gran trabajo ¡Esto va muy bien!
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Listo!
enviado el trabajo T_T
Esta vez me tome un poco mas de tiempo en la traducción,espero sea aceptable xD
fuera de si esta bn o mal
debo decir que me salgo del proyecto(si es k alguna vez lo estuve :P)por problemas escolares
cuento con un escaso tiempo y bla,bla,bla,bla
bueno xD
SaLu2
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Listo!
enviado el trabajo T_T
Esta vez me tome un poco mas de tiempo en la traducción,espero sea aceptable xD
fuera de si esta bn o mal
debo decir que me salgo del proyecto(si es k alguna vez lo estuve :P)por problemas escolares
cuento con un escaso tiempo y bla,bla,bla,bla
bueno xD
SaLu2
Lo revisaré después, muchas gracias por cooperar Felipe (^O)
Nueva incorporación al grupo de trabajo, tenemos a un chico alemán Roy776 que nos ayudará con las traducciones originales del libro (En Aleman).
Roy776 (30,31,32,33,34,35)
Spoiler 30
,,Und was ist dann das hier?”
Wesker deutete auf die Monitorwand vor ihnen. Die Bildschirme zeigten verschiedene Innenansichten eines Forschungslabors. Die Räume dort waren menschenleer. Genauer gesagt, die Gestalten, die dort ziellos hin und her irrten, waren nicht im eigentlichen Sinne Menschen – waren keine Menschen mehr. Sie schleiften ihre halb abgerissenen Arme hinter sich her, stapften mit steifen, gelenklosen Beinen plump umher, und ihre eingedrückten Schädeldecken gewährten einen freien Blick auf die graue Masse ihrer Gehirne. Nein, diese Wesen befanden sich allesamt in einem Zustand, in dem ein normaler Mensch keinen zwanglosen Spaziergang mehr unternommen hätte. Es handelte sich ausnahmslos um Tote – lebende Tote. Diese lebenden Toten wandelten rastlos durch die Räume des Labors. Und das, was dort zwischen ihren FüBen auf dem Boden umherkroch, waren auch keine Mäuse. Von ihrer GröBe her erinnerten diese Kaeaturen zwar an gut genährte Ratten, aber streng genommen handelte es sich bei ihnen noch nicht einmal um Säugetiere. Es waren Blutegel. Riesige, gigantische Blutegel, die wie glibberiger Morast über Böden, Decken and Wande krochen.
,,Also, was sagen Sie dazn, Dr. Birkin?“
,,Schlimm, sehr schlimm...“
,,Und was wollen Sie dagegen ton?“
,Momen mal! Sie ton ja gerade so, als ob Sie das
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Nichts anginge! Sie tragen ebenso viel Verantworfung dafür wie ich! Ach, was sage ich, die Hauptlast der Verantwortung liegt doch bei Ihnen!“
,,Und weiter?“
,,Deshalb... deshalb müssen Sie diese Verantworfung endlich übernehmen und etwas dagegen ton.“
,,Das werde ich. Aber was haben Sie vor?“
,,Ich.. werB es nicht. Ich weiB es wirklich nicht.“
Birkin lieB sich auf seinem Stuhl nieder und vergrab sein Gesicht in den Händen. Über die Bildachirme hinter ihm flimmerten weiter die Bilder einer stillen Hölle.
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Um 23 Uhr 02 entdeckte das Bravo Team den umgestärzten Gefangenentransporter matsamt den grausam zugerichteten Leichen der Militärpolizisten. Von dem Gefangenen gab es weit und breit keine Spur. Es war bekannt, we der einzige Gefangene auf diesens Transport gewesen war. Billy Coen, ein ehermaliger Marinesoldat, der bei einer Anti-Guerrilla-Operation dreiundzwanzig Zivilisten ermordet hatte und dafür von einem Militärgericht zum Tode verurteilt worden war, befand sich auf der Flucht. Captain Marini befahl seinem Team, unverzüglich die Suche nach dem gefährlichen Seräfling aufzunehmen.
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Die Aussicht, es nicht mehr mit einem unbekannten (und möglicherweise gar nicht existierenden) Serienkiller, sondern mit einem namentlich bekannten und klar definierten Gegner zu tun zu haben, versetzte seinen Leuten einen deutlichen Motivationsschub. Marini teilte das Bravo-Team in drei Zweiergruppen auf und lieB seine Leute ausschwärmen. Wie Jagdhunde nahmen sie im nassen Wald die Blutspur des Flüchtigen auf und machten sich an seine Verfolgung.
Rebecca war für die Suchaktion zusammen mit ihrem Ausbilder Richard Aiken eingeteilt worden. Der nächtliche Wald stellte Rebeccas Orientierungssinn auf eine unerwartet harte Probe. Die Arklay Mountains waren berühmt für ihre dichten, undurchdringlichen Wälder. Und so kam es, dass Rebecca, die in derartigen Outdoor-Operationen völlig unerfahren war, Richard unterwegs aus den Augen verlor. In so einem Fall lautete Regel Nummer eins, dort zu warten, wo man gerade war. Das hatten sie alles schon geübt. Eigentlich. Aber Rebecca geriet in Panik und schaffte es nicht, an einem Fleck zu bleiben. Stattdessen lief sie immer tiefer in den Wald hinein. Und nach einer Weile traf sie auf den Zug. Ein Zug, der mitten in der Nacht im strömenden Regen auf Gleisen im Wald stand. Einfach so. Mit zertrümmerten Fenstern. Wie ein riesiges, weidwundes Tier.
Vielleicht ein Unfall, dachte Rebecca. Vielleicht wieder etwas, das mit den Morden zu tun hat?
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,,Hört mich jemand?”, rief die junge Bravo. Keine Antwort. Da bemerkte Rebecca, dass sich im Inneren des Zuges etwas bewegte. Alles Weitere war mehr Reflex als überlegtes Handeln. Sie schlüpfte durch den Spalt einer halb geöffneten Tür nach innen. Hier war alles totenstill, Rebecca nahm eine beunruhigende Witterung auf. Ja, sie konnte es förmlich riechen. Es war kein guter Geruch. In der feuchten Luft, die der Wind durch die zerbrochenen Scheiben in den Wagen drückte, lag der Geruch von Blut.
,,Raccoon City Police Department!! Ist hier jemand?!“
Rebecca schrie mit ihrer Stimme gegen das Prasseln des Regens an. Aber es kam keine Antwort. ,,Ist denn hier wirklich niemand?!“
Keine Antwort. Rebeccas Stimme schien von den Schatten um sie herum verschluckt zu werden. In diesem Moment spürte sie instinktiv, dass sich hinter ihr jemand befand. Rebecca fuhr herum. Im Durchgang zum nächsten Eisenbahnwaggon stand eine schemenhafte Gestalt.
,,Ich ... Mein Name ist Rebecca Chambers, Raccoon City Police ...“
Die Gestalt näherte sich mit seltsam wankenden Schritten. Das Gesicht des Mannes, der da mit entblöBten Zahnreihen auf Rebecca zukam, war totenbleich. Kein Wunder: Der Hals unterhalb seines Gesichts war zur Hälfte weggerissen.
,,Mein Name ist Rebecca Chambers, alles in Ordnung
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Bei …” Rebecca stockte. Wie gegen ihren Willen starrte sie die Gestalt an.
In der klaffenden Wunde - dort, wo einmal der Hals gewesen war – baumelten sichtbar die abgerissenen Enden von Sehnen und BlutgefäBen. So eine Verletzung konnte man nicht überleben. Niemals. Aber die Gestalt bewegte sich, kam näher. Träge, mit unbeholfenen, plumpen Schritten, so als ob sie heute zum ersten Mal seit der Geburt auf zwei Beinen stünde. Aber sie näherte sich. Und Rebecca begann, Schritt für Schritt zurückzuweichen.
Das Wesen hob zu einem bizarren Grunzen an Trüber weiBer Speichel floss in Strömen aus seinem Mund und am Kinn hinab.
,,Ha-halt! Bleiben Sie sofort stehen!“
Rebecca zog ihre Waffe aus dem Halfter. Das Wesen war jetzt sehr nahe. Es verströmte einen Brechereiz auslösenden Verwesungsgeruch. Ich kenne das, dachte Rebecca im Zurückweichen. Ich habe so was schon einmal gesehen. In Filmen. Ja, genau – ein Zombie. Aber ... verdammt, das ist doch gar nicht möglich ...
Plötzlich schien das Wesen seine bisherige Schwerfälligkeit und Plumpheit zu verlieren und hielt mit ausgestreckten Armen direkt auf Rebecca zu. Die Mündung ihrer Pistole war genau auf das Gesicht des Wesens gerichtet. Aber der Fingen am Abzug der Waffe war kraftlos und wie gelähmt. Rebecca hatte noch nie in ihrem Leben auf einen Menshen geschossen.
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Ein Monster, nur ein Monster, das ist kein Mensch, es ist nur ein Monster, murmelte Rebecca immer wieder, wie um sich selbst Mut zu machen. Aber die Kraft kehrte nicht in ihren Zeigefinger zurück. Und dann packte das Monster Rebeccas Schulter. Der weit aufgerissene Mund näherte sich ihrem Hals. Sabbernd, schmatzend. Ein Geruch wie nach Verwesung und Exkrementen schlug über Rebecca zusammen.
Das Ding will mich auffressen!
Endlich zog Rebecca den Abzug durch. Dumpf krachte ein Schuss. Die Mündung der Waffe war auf den Bauch des Wesens gerichtet. Der Griff um Rebeccas Schultern löste sich, das Wesen taumelte einen Schritt zurück. Aber das war auch schon alles. Ein zweiter Schuss krachte. Ein dritter. Die Kugeln bohrten sich genau in die Eingeweide, verschwanden in ihnen. Fetzen von Fleisch spritzten umher, der Gestank wurde unerträglich. Das Monster wankte em paar Schritte ruckwarts. Aber es fiel nicht. Und das nach drei Volltreffern nut 9-mm-Hohlspitzgeschossen ...
Jetzt gab es keinen Zweifel mehr. Rebecca hatte es mit einem echten Zombie zu tun. Und Zombies konnte man eben nicht mit einem Schuss unschädlich machen. Die Bravo ärgerte sich darüber, dass sie nicht schon früher geschossen hatte. Wieder und wider betätigte sie nun den Abzug. Schüsse krachten. So lange, bis Rebecca klar wurde, dass sie das ganze Magazin leer gefeuert hatte.
Un saludo
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado, Mike (yeh)
A la espera de instrucciones.
Corto y cierro (haxhax)
¡Un saludo!
P.D. ¡Ánimo chicos, que esto va por buen camino! (yeh) (yeh) (yeh)
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Te envié una propuesta para colaborar y no he recibido respuesta. Espero que te haya llegado! (hum?)
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Te envié una propuesta para colaborar y no he recibido respuesta. Espero que te haya llegado! (hum?)
Sí, la hemos recibido Hugo, lo que pasa que estamos "faltos" de páginas en Inglés, porque dependemos basicamente de la traducción "Alemán-Inglés" que ahora mismo está a cargo solo de una persona (no he encontrado más mano de obra), entonces ahora mismo el trabajo para "español" está cubierto. Veo si este fin de semana recibo un pack "alemán" y te incorporo inmediatamente al "team".
Raúl, tu pack ya lo hizo otro usuario, simplemente porque se demoró demasiado. Al menos, me hubiera gustado una nota diciendo que no podías por "x" respetables motivos, pero no decir nada queda mal, espero que me entiendas compañero, siempre de buena onda.
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Yo quiero ayudar en la traducción Inglés-Español. Veo que los textos son de bastante interpretación, cualquier error de contexto da otro sentido. Estoy medio perdido, si podés Miachel decime en qué puedo colaborar.
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jaja k demanda... a la cola (haxhax)
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado Mike (yeh)
A la espera de instrucciones.
¡Un saludo!
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jaja k demanda... a la cola (haxhax)
Compañero Hugo Boss 1993 creo que ya está mas que sabido que este tipo de comentarios cortos son considerados Flood, ya que en si, no aportan nada al tema, te pediría que evitaras que ocurriera de nuevo, para evitarnos problemitas :D.
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Mike!
Acá te pido una disculpa por que no he podido contactarte para avisar, como debia de ser... y bueno,me paso seguido aqui en el foro pero he estado ocupado con los examenes finales, trabajo y etc... y mi tiempo libre habia estado escaseando..
He estado trabajando en la parte de la novela que me diste, que es desde la página 200,y bueno, me siento apenado de no poder haberlo mencionado antes...he revisado los post y al parecer nadie ha hecho esta parte asi que supongo que la puedo terminar en el transcurso de estos dias (ya estoy de vacaciones) y enviartela, si ya está asignada esta parte, entiendo ^^..
Mil disculpas de nuevo.
Saludos! (%$d@)
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¡Wolas!
Pedido enviado Mike (yeh)
A la espera de instrucciones.
¡Un saludo!
No he recibido aún tu pedido Arkanus, intentalo de nuevo a ver o enviamelo al de hotmail por favor, y gracias como siempre.
Mike!
Acá te pido una disculpa por que no he podido contactarte para avisar, como debia de ser... y bueno,me paso seguido aqui en el foro pero he estado ocupado con los examenes finales, trabajo y etc... y mi tiempo libre habia estado escaseando..
He estado trabajando en la parte de la novela que me diste, que es desde la página 200,y bueno, me siento apenado de no poder haberlo mencionado antes...he revisado los post y al parecer nadie ha hecho esta parte asi que supongo que la puedo terminar en el transcurso de estos dias (ya estoy de vacaciones) y enviartela, si ya está asignada esta parte, entiendo ^^..
Mil disculpas de nuevo.
Saludos! (%$d@)
Olvida esas páginas compañero Lithium, te cuento... esas que te pasé eran de la novela japonesa, y justo dias despues decidimos hacer la traducción de la novela alemana, para llevar un mismo orden todos.
Entonces si estás dispuesto o quieres cooperar dimelo y te metemos en el proyecto para traducir al igual que dije a los anteriores chicos interesados.
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Perdón por el mensaje inecesario, se me olvidaron las normas por un momento y respondí al compañero. Lo evitaré en el futuro.
Me gustaría saber de cuantas páginas consta el side a y masd o menos cuantas hay ya en ingles o español (para ver como va)
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Perdón por el mensaje inecesario, se me olvidaron las normas por un momento y respondí al compañero. Lo evitaré en el futuro.
Me gustaría saber de cuantas páginas consta el side a y masd o menos cuantas hay ya en ingles o español (para ver como va)
La novela consta de 352 páginas en su idioma original (Alemán). Llevamos un total de 59 páginas en Español hasta el momento, parece poco pero viendo que recibí las primeras traducciones el 12 de marzo no está mal hasta el momento el ritmo.
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yo puedo hechar la mano del ingles al español, tengo tiempo de sobra men ahi tienes mi msn, tu nomas pon la fecha y ahi estaran
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Novedades
Ya tenemos casi 80 páginas de 240 que tiene esta primera novela alemana, lo que es un avance bastante notable sabiendo que el proyectó comenzó el pasado 12 de marzo y estamos a 30 de abril.
Si adelantamos un poco el ritmo o aumentamos la mano de obra (buscamos gente principalmente que sepa ALEMÁN) podríamos tener la novela lista para Junio como predije más o menos.
Saludos
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Novedades 9 Mayo 2010
Ya está casi completa la primera de las tres partes de esta Novela, la primera parte correspondiente a los eventos de Rebecca, Billy, Wesker y Sergei (UC). Hemos podido avanzar bastante en esta última semana gracias a plantear el proyecto de otra manera y con los mismos recursos (top secret) (^O)
En el primer mensaje del tema se puede ver las páginas que faltan para finalizar esta parte.
Saludos
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Novedades 19 Mayo 2010
Primera parte de la novela completa (páginas 1-101) correspondientes a los acontecimientos de REZERO, incluidos los escenarios de Wesker y Sergei en "Comienzos". A continuación va la parte sobre el Incidente de la Mansión Arklay, unas ochenta páginas aproximadamente para traducir.
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Novedades 21 Octubre 2010
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Ya no queda apenas nada señores, el proyecto está finiquitado en un 83%, apenas 40 páginas para acabar este grandísimo proyecto, la esperadísima novela de Umbrella Chronicles, el tomo número 1 ya casi está en español para todos ustedes. Una tarea que ha durado desde el pasado marzo, contra viento y marea hemos conseguido llegar hasta aquí.
Esperamos que pronto os podamos presentar nuestro trabajo y por supuesto que lo disfrutéis.
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Excelente noticia Mike! Creo que hablo por muchos fans al decir que la traduccion de este tomo definitivamente sera un gran aporte a la comunidad. Felicito a todos los usuarios que estan trabajando arduamente para llevar a cabo esta tarea! Esperaremos con ansias.
Saludos.
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Desde luego,os mereceis un premio (K)
Que ganas de leerlo (haxhax)
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Genial, espero este libro desde que conoci los de S.D Perry ^^
Este libro debe estar genial, sobre todo por el protagonismo de Albert Wesker.
Lo espero con ansias ^^
Saludos. (%$d@) (a;|2)
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(yeh) Si quieren chicos yo también puedo ayudarles a traducir la novela sólo demen lo qe tengo que traducir y yo lo haré xD!! (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax)
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(yeh) Si quieren chicos yo también puedo ayudarles a traducir la novela sólo demen lo qe tengo que traducir y yo lo haré xD!! (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax) (haxhax)
Evita postear antes de leer el tema, esta novela es un proyecto de traducción de Alemán a Español y está en proceso de finalización.
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PROYECTO FINALIZADO
Resident Evil The Umbrella Chronicles SIDE A
Desde el 12 de Marzo de 2010 hasta el 7 de Diciembre de 2010 ha sido el plazo de tiempo para acabar este grandísimo proyecto dedicado a traducir desde el Alemán al Español una de las novelas que no existían en nuestro idioma, y que originariamente eran de Japón y solo han sido traducidas en occidente al Alemán. Pero esto no habría sido posible sin la colaboración de las siguientes personas: Principalmente Roy776 (Reon), Arkanus, Rock_032 y en menor medida otros. También es cierto que 3/4 partes (235 páginas en total) de la novela solo hemos trabajado Roy776 (Alemán - Inglés) y yo (Inglés - Español) pero eso no les resta importancia a los demás.
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Como he hecho con varios de los proyectos de traducción, en concreto libros y manuales, esta novela no iba a ser la excepción y como veis ya está imprimida al completo a falta de la encuadernación para terminar. Algunos se preguntarán "¿Cuándo estará disponible para descargar y leerla?", la respuesta es: el próximo 24 de Diciembre en el día de Aniversario de reCenter, este proyecto estará disponible junto a otras grandes actualizaciones.
El día 24 si celebras Santa Claus aquí también tendrás regalos que recoger.
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Por fin. Era un trabajo muy difícil a veces, pero siempre divertido. Espero que os guste esta traducción.
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Una gran noticia Mike! Sera un grandioso regalo de navidad me muero por leerla! Quiero felicitar a todos los usuarios que participaron en este proyecto, la verdad se merecen un aplauso pues no imagino que haya sido un trabajo facil! Se les agradece su aporte chicos! Felicidades!
Saludos.
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Bravooo!!!! Estupendo trabajo el que habéis realizado! Para que luego las editoriales no quieran editar libros como estos... si vosotros habéis podido, imagináos una editorial como Timun Mas por ejemplo, que publicó los libros de S.D. Perry. Menos mal que estáis vosotros! Enhorabuena chicos, una vez más os habéis superado. Gracias! (^O)