5punk

Given we're all dead, who/where should we attack?

York. (11,54)

Somewhere near

Walking back to the waugh after an outing takes forevar.

Well, I'm not a ghost (yet)... I just attacked Ownslaught in the medical hut (yes yes, I know, but I didn't kill him so it's all in good fun), then ran off shouting "WILLIES!".

I've headed North to Judgewood in the hope of a rev - given that most of Malton is now over run I think this may take a while.

eion wrote:Well, I'm not a ghost (yet)... I just attacked Ownslaught in the medical hut (yes yes, I know, but I didn't kill him so it's all in good fun), then ran off shouting "WILLIES!".

urban dead != shartak

We could dig out one of our old allies and throw in our lot with them - DHPD or them chaps with the burger bar.

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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.

What say you? Shall we clear the mighty mall square by square?

Grimmie wrote:

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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.

What say you? Shall we clear the mighty mall square by square?

ONWARD TO CAIGER!!!*

*and an inveitable swift death

Dr. kitteny berk wrote:
urban dead != shartak

Pffft.

I might join you in Urban Dead if I get really bored.

UD is crap, no-one takes it seriously enough to bother fighting

Caiger's already full of zombies

FatherJack wrote:Caiger's already full of zombies

Then let us kills them

I'm sitting in the lower left, currently chewing my way through zombies.

Grimmie wrote:I'm sitting in the lower left, currently chewing my way through zombies.

I will join you, allthough I have to admit I'm starting to tire of Urban Dead

Dear FatherJack,

Apparently 'attack zombie' does not distinguish those zombies on your friends list from those who are not. I may or may not have just eaten you.

Yours apologeticly,
Grimmie.

5punk

What now?

What now?