What now?
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What now?
Given we're all dead, who/where should we attack?
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Broken but not defeated, the rotting, fetid corpses of the once glorious 5punk clan rise to their feet, unsteady in these half rotten shells. Many forget who they are and what their purpose is, the little voice in the back of their heads, the zombie mechanism, urging them to go and seek human flesh to devour. Yet one of the group groans from the corner of the room, doused in felled pints and draped in fine pieces of french artwork. His groans were garbled at first, barely understandable to even those with higher brain function still intact, though soon it became clear what he was saying..
"Har.. Harza.. Harzaz!.. Ah Rah Harzaz!"
It was Brobbins, that scamp of a zombie, singing DeAgostini's signature Horse song to rally the one mighty humans back into a sense of unity. They would avenge the scum who did this to them, they would tear them limb from limb, all they had to do was follow the smell of rotting flesh.. And it was coming strongest from the tall building in the east - the place they called Caiger.-
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ONWARD TO CAIGER!!!*Grimmie wrote:What say you? Shall we clear the mighty mall square by square?Code: Select all
Broken but not defeated, the rotting, fetid corpses of the once glorious 5punk clan rise to their feet, unsteady in these half rotten shells. Many forget who they are and what their purpose is, the little voice in the back of their heads, the zombie mechanism, urging them to go and seek human flesh to devour. Yet one of the group groans from the corner of the room, doused in felled pints and draped in fine pieces of french artwork. His groans were garbled at first, barely understandable to even those with higher brain function still intact, though soon it became clear what he was saying.. "Har.. Harza.. Harzaz!.. Ah Rah Harzaz!" It was Brobbins, that scamp of a zombie, singing DeAgostini's signature Horse song to rally the one mighty humans back into a sense of unity. They would avenge the scum who did this to them, they would tear them limb from limb, all they had to do was follow the smell of rotting flesh.. And it was coming strongest from the tall building in the east - the place they called Caiger.
*and an inveitable swift death
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