User:Salmon Burton

The Magic Guitar Mall Tour 2011

Hello, my friends and foes! I'm glad to announce the beginning of another Mall Tour. This time no bashing, no killing, no dumping. I, Salmon Burton aka The Magic Guitar, will visit all the Malls in Malton to inspire courage in survivors, rebuilding after the March of the Dead 2.0. Despite the dangers of such endeavour, I hope for best.

Previous concert: Hall NT, "A dedication to Beavers", 21.05.2011, see below.

Next concert: Giddings Mall, postponed due to utter destruction of the suburb.

Next concert: Lumber Mall. I reside there, waiting for a luaky needle.

Onward!

Portrait

Pre-outbreak Biography

Salmon Mycroft Burton was born in the family of mixed German/Scottish origin in 1977.

His father, a former military surgeon, came to Malton with his wife soon after leaving the army, to settle in Tapton, where he inherited a flat from his late uncle. He began to work at local Swithun General Hospital, as a leading surgeon.

Salmon's mother was a guitar performer and tutor, also teaching the history of music. After giving birth to Salmon, she left the stage and concentrated on researching in the field of musical perception, educating children and raising her own child.

Salmon grew in Tapton, and after finishing the school decided to continue his father's work. Unfortunately, his delicate senses were unaccustomed to surgery, and upon attaining the MD in Stanford, he underwent the training in psychiatry and transactional analysis. He returned to Malton, and with his father's assistance got a job in Swithun General Hospital.

Plunged into work, Salmon never really thought about marriage, nevertheless becoming a target for many confessions from women personnel in the hospital.

When the outbreaks began, Salmon was too shocked by momentarily loss of his family and everything, he liked. He was ruthleslly killed by a horde, and left in his own ward. Combined efforts of virus and psychic trauma preserved him for 5 years in the state of torpor. In fall 2010 he finally rose from the dead.

Post-outbreak Biography

After rising from his torpor, Salmon began to accomodate in his surroundings. He had to control his own fear, and he tried his best to search for medicaments and healing everyone on sight. For a short period of time he also applied aid kits to swaying zombies, in order to remember his father's lessons.

Eventually, Salmon left Tapton, for memories were too painful and went to Reganbank, currently a ghost town. With some help from local survivors, Salmon mastered the basics of construction and added his bit to restoreation of the suburb. In this time he began to feel himself lonely. Salmon searched for the group, but none suited his own taste. He began to understand, that he lost the sense of purpose in his life. Slowly drifting from safehouse to safehouse, he met some action-guys from The Big Prick. He decided to join and moved to North East part of the city to support The Mall Tour.

Unfortunately, pricks were too scarce to stop zombie infestation in Dulston. Tired and dissillusioned, Salmon stopped in Santlerville. He began to rebuild the structures around the Dowdney Mall and in the process meet members of Dribbling Beavers group. He learned about their continuing struggle with Dead Bunnies and witnessed it.

Salmon was spending some good time in Hall NT, when The March of the Dead 2.0 began. Witnessing the quick destruction of the city, Salmon defended Hall for a long time and than decided to leave. He did not manage to run away, eaten in the nearby night club. Standing again as a zombie, Salmon drifted back to graveyard near Hall NT, waiting for a several days to be revived.

This time was the most important period. Salmon got an idea, of taking a guitar and touring the city with songs and mucic. In zombie mind, this idea was conservated. Afer a lucky needle, Salmon entered again Hall NT and helped to revive it's residents. Soon, surrounded by his friends, he was sure in his determination. Givivng a farewell concert in Hall NT on 21.05.2011, Salmon left for Heytownn and beyond, researching his repertoire in the process.

Goals

1) To boost survivor morale, by creating memorable perfomances in malls, NT's, hospitals and whatever.

2) To relieve the pain of zombies, waiting for revive on the graveyards.

3) To find good friends throughout the city.

Concert history

Hall NT, 21.05.2011

Dedicated to Dribbling Beavers and other residents of Santlerville. Here is a full recording:

Oh, it is so nice to see everyone alive and well. Well, almost. Ahem. Anyway, to help us keeping living on, I decided to sing a song. You all know it, it is a classic retro hit. But I have changed some lyrics, while keeping the tune.

Let me first speak a little about myself. I came to Santlerville around 1 month ago, heading for a Big Prick mission. Sadly, all pricks were dead when I arrived to mall to the North, probably eaten by Angry Vaginas or whatever. Santlerville was ruined, but I happened to have a spare fuel and axe, so I took upon the restoration of St. Columbanus and Hall NT. Needless to say, that by Beavers efforts and my humble assistance both were caded and lit in days. I met pickmansmodel, Alexander Abramov, calista griffin and other people. I learned about Bunnies, while taking a walk in the Dowdney Mall. I heard the tales of glorious battles of the past, and I saw with my eyes, that the struggle continues. As a former psychotherapist , I understand importance of keeping good morale. Sharing some beer and serum with fellow defenders of Santlerville, I began to feel myself at home here. Though I’m a wanderer, it is nice to stay.

When The Dead came, I defended Hall and then I ran. I was eaten soon, and returned to the St. Emilia graveyard. That death was traumatic, as were all these days to Malton. This brought me to a decision. I decided to became a wandering bard, moving through the parkour lanes, delievering the cheering tunes to people, obsessed by apathy and melancholy. I believe, that even in most harsh setting, there is a place to cheers. I must thank you, Beavers, and others, because your dedication to defending your home was a source of inspiration for me. I must thank you for your revives and healings, and I’m glad, that I am also of assistance here.

But I got carried away. This tune was primarily performed in St. Columbanus, now I am happy to present the full vesion. As far as I know, original song is commonly performed in different places. But this version is dedicated to YOU, friends.

@Salmon tunes his guitar, sits on a deck and begins to sing, it tune with bellowing outside@.

At first I was afraid; I was plunged in tears,

Kept thinking I could never kick you out the Hall NT,

But then I spent so many nights, searching, healing and so on,

And I grew strong, and I learned how to get along.

So you're back, from Dowdney Mall.

I just walked in to find you here

Groaning "BARHAH" in my hall.

I should have caded to EHB,

I should have kept my genny lit,

If I'd known for just one second

You'd be back to bother me,

Oh and now GO!

Jump from 10 floor!

Just turn around now,

You are welcome nevermore!

Weren't you the one who tried to break me with your bites,

D' you Think I'd crumble, you think I'd lay down and die?

No, not I, I will survive...

Oh as long as I know how to love,

I know I am still alive.

I got all my life to live,

and I got all my love to give,

I will survive, hey hey!

It took all the strength I had to survive the Dead,

Now I am trying hard to revive my every single friend,

I spent oh so many nights just mobbing on that green graveyard,

I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high,

And you see me, somebody new.

I am not that squeaky little harman running far from you.

Now just take yourself and your Bunny friends from here,

Or you shot and pricked body will be dumped on the street!

Oh and now GO! Jump from 10 floor!

Just turn around now,

You are welcome nevermore!

Weren't you the one who tried to break me with your bites?

D' you think I'd crumble, you think I'd lay down and die?

No, not I, I will survive...

Oh as long as I know how to love,

I know I am still alive.

I got all my life to live,

and I got all my love to give,

I will survive, hey hey!

@Salmon nods and puts another piece of furniture to the cades.@

Thank you, friends. We may be eaten tonight, but at least we will be eaten together.