Team Ice Cream
| Team Ice Cream (TIC) | |
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| Abbreviation: | TIC |
| Group Numbers: | two scoops |
| Leadership: | Veronica |
| Goals: | Thirty One Flavors of Fun! |
| Recruitment Policy: | Put Team Ice Cream as your group tag and don't act like a trenchie. Trenchism will be met with howls of derisive laughter and mockery |
| Contact: | In game, talk page of the wiki. |
The Mission
Fed up with all the lame drama of most survivor groups we, the lovely and wonderful ladies (and lads) of Team Ice Cream, have dedicated ourselves to the craft of making superior frozen desserts and first aid. We have no real leaders. We FAK who, when and where we like, without concern for the petty politics of other survivor groups. We recognize no group's claim on any resources in Malton. We shall go where we will, saving lives and treating the masses to some sweet, creamy goodness.
Methods
-Guns are icky and we'd rather not use them; some trenchies and zombies simply don't get that "No" means "No." Bang! Bang!
-Our chief weapons are ice cream, toppings, and cones. Ever see a zombie with the sharp end of a cone jammed in its eye socket? It's hysterically funny.
-We hand out FAKs to most everyone. Everyone is defined as both survivors (except trenchies) and zombies alike. Why? Because you touch yourself at night.
Actions and Socials
Rocky Road Trip
Veronica, Heather, Heather, Heather and Heather take a trip up to Eastonwood to do a pre-admission tour of the Malton College of Medicine. Will their SAT scores be good enough? Will they find romance at the student union? Will Heather get smashed at a sorority party and blow chunks all over her new pradas -- again? Will Sherry Stringfield eat an entire three gallon bucket Cherry Chocolate Swirl? Or will the girls of Team Ice Cream let their teen angst generate a body count? Tune in and see!
Operation Fluffy Bunny
Veronica and Heather and Heather went down to Miltown to lend a hand to Sexual Harrison, Cobb Salad, Sockpuppy and the rest of the Fliney NT regulars put up the good fight against some very rude zombies. The results were mixed. Team Ice Cream has made a tactical withdrawal to gather more Band Aids and Eskimo Pies.
Wyke a Virgin
Heather, Heather and Oswald have set up a first aid and ice cream counter at Buckley Mall, which has the worst shoe shopping of any of the major malls in Malton. So, like, even though they are at a mall, they are still sacrificing because they are at a really sucky mall. Wyke Hills seems to have a retard problem rather than a zombie problem. Heather's step-mom likes to speed walk in the morning through Wyke Hills and she says that there are all these "special people" wandering aimlessly outside. How could she tell? She said they have faces covered with cake frosting and are wearing Sponge Bob sweatshirts that are at least one size too small.
We bought a bunch of bus tickets to for them to Ciager Mall.
Manic Sundae
Our first action was Manic Sundae, in which we started dispensing first aid and caramel champs to the masses in Southeast Malton. Zombies LOVE caramel. Things went pretty good until until the Big Bash 3 crashed the party. Try as we might, we simply couldn't FAK that many people. A few of us slipped past the Bash moving into Old Arhkam for a needed spa treatment at Club Yeeles.
Team Ice Cream FAQ
Q) Boy, a lot of you are named Heather.
A) That's not a question. You get a pie in your face!
Q) Are you a splinter group of Heathers?
A) Did you have Sugar Frosted Brain Cramps for breakfast?
Q) Are you making fun of Team Xtreme?
A) No. They're Xtreme, as in: they are a team of xtremely bad spellers. We are Ice Cream, which is jolly delicious and totally lickable.
Q) Why don't you like guns? What are you? Pinko-faggots?
A) That's three questions. Would it make you feel better if I told you that we serve our ice cream with authentic Hattori Hanzō katanas? Wah-cha!
Q) Are you really a bunch of hot girls?
A) Yes. We are totally lovely and everyone we meet, boy or girl, totally wants to be FAKed by us.
