"In ye Younger days..."
Mead Sheaffer was many things, but when all encompassed it was found that it was all because of his quest for knowledge and his love of knowing how things worked. His Father, a Fireman, had always encouraged this behavior and had indeed inspired the young lad.
He heard tales of his Grandfather, and how he had fought the Great Fire of 1912 alongside the Gerrish Square Fire Station. His Grandfather had perished many years later.
Before College, he worked as a Mechanic in the Garlick Square Fire Station. A calm, quiet child, he knew and cared little for what the future had in store for him and spent massive amounts of time reading to fuel his philosophical and scientific curiosities.
Moving from Buttonville to Rolt Heights
Now this is a story all about how
my life got flipped turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit still
I'll tell you how I became a resident in Rolt-Heights, (tit-ville?)
In west Buttonville born and raised
on the Fire Station is where I spent most of my days
chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of PKers who were up to no good
started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom scared
and said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Rolt Heights
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
but she packed my encumbrance and sent me on my way
she give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
put my Sunglasses on and said I might as well kick it
first class yo this ain't bad
drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass?
is this what the people of Rolt Heights live like?
hmmm, this might be all right.
but wait I hear they're drunk, crackheads and all that
is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think, so I'll see when I get to see more fights
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Rolt Heights!
well uh the plane landed and when I came out
there was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like beer disappear
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the licensce plate said Flesh and it had dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was very nice
but I thought man, forget it yo homes' to Rolt Heights!
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later
looked at my kingdom I was finally there with no fights
to sit on my throne as the prince of Rolt Heights!
College, Graduation, 2 days before Infection & Quarantine
During College, when he began fostering his interest in Politics (which lead to him getting his degree in it exactly two days before the outbreak and quarantine). At this time he worked as a Bartender at the Shickell Arms, picking up a measly paycheck with massive pride as he kept in pace.
After College he was elected to the City Council as Assistant Manager of Commerce, one day before the outbreak. When the mobs and hordes of Zombaz rolled in and left the place devoid of people, he went into a depression.
He lived as a Hermit in Buttonville during his dark days.
Now fueled by the great throng of adventures call and a new life in Bartending for the Burchell Arms Regulars, he seeks to live whatever may call.
Things I am and Support
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Mr. Rogers Style!
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| This user or group plays as Mr. Rogers would. They are non-violent as long as there is peace. Start something, however, and expect the wrath of Mr. Rogers and his whole neighborhood.
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Bounty Hunter
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| This user is a Bounty Hunter.
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Channel 4 News Team Affiliate
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| This user or group entered Glorious Battle beside the Channel 4 News Team. There were horses and a man on fire and this user or group killed a guy with a trident. Afterward, we could barely lift our arms because we killed so many zombies. I don't know if you heard us counting. We killed over 1,000.
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Remember, Remember the 5th of November
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| This user or group supports the vendetta against the villainous undead in Ridleybank. On the 5th of November, we will march on the choked heart of Malton and liberate it anew. Victory will be ours, and with it, vengeance!
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Centers Of Learning Policy Supporter
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| This user or group supports the Centers of Learning Policy & acknowledges that all libraries, schools, zoos, and museums in the city of Malton are considered safe places. No survivor in one of these locations may be killed for any reason unless that survivor is a specified enemy of this user or group.
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What'll it be?
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| This User is a Bartender.
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Tall. Brown Haired. Has sideburns. Green eyes. dERP.
Personal Letters, Journal Entries
I've sadly lost my personal entries prior to this point. Ahh, well, nothing a good cup of English tea won't solve so far as my mood goes. I'm doing well in the Burchell Arms Regulars. Merry folk they are! What a lot, indeed... I feel part of the family despite my rather short membership to them. I even run a faction of the BAR. I'll add more soon...
-- Cited Literature Critc, Mead Sheaffer. 19:10, 20 October 2010 (BST)
Well, November has come and gone, and I'm doing well in the BAR. It seems to me the zombies are losing some steam. Whereas I was fighting for my life a month or two ago, they seem to have reduced in size by roughly 12%. A quick check on statistics confirms, while the number is lower, that my observations are not incorrect. It will be interesting to monitor the situation. I think, in the meantime, I will continue to progress in my studies of this unique building and the vast art of brewery. I think I might write a book on it! I'll add more soon, hopefully.
--Cited Literature Critc, Mead Sheaffer. 19:55, 1 December 2010 (UTC)
List of Literature Written
User:Officer Mead Sheaffer/Literature/Literary Works
Notes
- 1: Never agree to being a zombies girlfriend. Her friends will most likely eat you.
- 2: Stay Classy!
- 3: It is more polite to Pk a Pker, then take his beer, rather than the other way around.
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