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| group_name=Zombeths|
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| group_image=[[Image:Gigerrrr.jpg]]|
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| group_abbrev=ZomZom|
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| group_membership=lots|
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| group_leaders=ze zombeth of zom|
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| group_goals=eat brains. lots brains. brains good.|
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| group_recruit=open|
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| group_contact=ze zombeth of zom}}
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| * '''The Chris Hollis Easter Egg Hunt is NOW <s>ON</s> OFF!!!!''' (See Bottom of Page)
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| '''The zombie looks at you. He's fairly handsome for one so long dead, He tilts his head on one side and regards you in a curious manner... Other zombies rise nearby and the atmosphere becomes heavy around you. You nervously remove your trusty fireaxe from your thick belt and hit the rangy handsome one squarely on the forehead... It bounces off! You look around the immediate vicinity desperately... exit... exit... there has to be an exit...
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| ...'''and then you run'''... your heart pumping so hard it feels like your '''eardrums''' are actually hanging out of the sides of your head... '''perhaps they are'''...
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| '''The zombie smiles'''... yes... this is more like... '''normal'''... a runny dinner... inside its rotting head '''thoughts steer themselves like icebergs'''... dinner has always been runny... ever since it can remember.... it sets off in '''pursuit''' '''with a lurching gait... fast.'''
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| '''Cliche cult''' group with '''more members''' than '''hot dinners'''. We actually haven't got any '''hot dinners''' - we've long since given them up in favour sort of warm '''runny dinners'''. We'd prefere our meals to '''stand still''' of course, but runny dinners is usually what we have to put up with.
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| '''Top level zombies welcomed. Preferably with brain rot. Because that shows commitment.'''
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| We'll '''eat''' your '''brainz''', your '''dogs brainz''' and your '''mums dogs brainz'''. We'll also chomp on your '''cats ringpiece''', because we're a bit weird like that, and besides we reckon they're really good for '''sharpening our teeth'''.
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| We are '''here, there''' and '''bloody everywhere''' these days. There's no escape. '''Grrrr.'''
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| '''Ze Zombeths of Ze Zombeth of Zom. B. E.''' - Remember it. '''You'll be screaming it later.'''
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| * [http://redrum.soul-fantasy.net/map.php?suburb=87 East Grayside] '''is currently under attack!''' Knock out the Police Stations and take the town! Oh and also we best destroy the NT buildings. And kill everyone, of course. This is a challenge and we must respect the enemy whilst simultaneously ripping their guts from their stomachs... and spitting into their empty eyesockets, as is our custom.
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| - '''Some of you''' may be thinking top secret info like this should be top secret. Personally i like to put the screaming shits up the enemy before i rip his head off. It's just the Zombeth way. Get cracking!
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| * '''The Chris Hollis Easter Egg Hunt is NOW ON!!!!'''
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| Note: As a zombie group our enemies are basically everyone. However, special bonus points and perhaps a small prize will be awarded every time a member kills a certain [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/User:Chris_Hollis Chris Hollis.] As the leader of S.T.A.R.S (sworn enemies of all zombies) he can usually be found in [http://redrum.soul-fantasy.net/map.php?suburb=87 East Grayside] applying large quantites of KY Jelly onto the suburbs Easter Eggs in preparation for slotting them into his... well.. let's just say the kids won't want to eat them afterwards.
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| Think of the children! Stop the evil Chris Hollis ruining this fabulous season by eating his brain and win prizes!^
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| ^as yet to be determined, but the prizes will include: a virtual trip around the world, a piece of space to keep on your mantelpiece and your own packet of 'Chris Hollis Appreciation Society' novelty condoms. - Extra Strong. (Supplied by 7-11 for a nominal fee)
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| * '''Update Update Update!!!''' East Grayside is falling! S.T.A.R.S are running for their pathetic lives and Chris Hollis is wetting his pantyliners. Ze Zombeths and our much regarded but unaffiliated zombie brethren are laying waste and the blood curdling sounds of, well, blood curdling, is reverberating around the borough. Barricades are no, erm, well... barricade to a mass assault of the walking dead with a lust for blood, brains and QUALITY PRIZES!!!!
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| ** '''Update the 2nd!!!''' Well, the Easter Egg Hunt is well and truly on now! It's hard to find a building that hasn't been ransacked! Zombies are gleefully looking everywhere for the fabled Chris Hollis waving their spoons above their heads theatrically. They're so excited they've been breaking down doors, leap frogging over each other through windows and randonly hacking the heads off any STARS members that happen to be about. Actually, you don't have to be a member of STARS to get killed in East Grayside these days... you just have to be alive. The gun cabinets of all the Police Stations are broken and empty... he wasn't there... the NT buildings have been searched so hard all their syringes are bent... he wasn't there.... where is he? There's not many places left to look... he has to be somewhere! He was killed in Cousins Towers a few days ago, but nobody has claimed a prize! MADNESS!!!! So we must assume he's been revived since then.
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| Are you dead? Would you like to stick it to the living? JOIN US!!!!
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| '''The Easter Egg Hunt is now over. EG is done to a turn.'''
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