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Knights Templar: Unhorsed Campaign Duration - May 22, 2012 to June 21, 2012 – Documented Target Kills – 124 In mid-May, the FoD, tired of Southwest Malton, moved to Kempsterbank on a whim. After a few days of milling about and restocking, hibernaculum noticed there was unfinished business lying about- the FoD's first enemies- the Knights Templar. They had grown lazy and weak in their unchallenged suburb. With a cry and hue, the FoD descended on the Knights, showing the antiquated old fools the wonders of modern ballistics and modern tactics. Plenty of Knights displayed "only flesh wounds" that day. The Knights, and their slavering bounty hunter minions, did not disappoint with their first responses. The first few waves of counterattacks were honestly fairly impressive. In time, however, the BHers' pitiful attention spans elapsed, and the FoD relearned the lay of the land, slowing the Flower of Decay casualties to a trickle. The heaps of Knight bodies, however, ceaselessly grew ever taller. Suddenly, Skynet decided to enter the fray, but not on the side of the flotsam, as one might expect. Instead, they joined our clan of worthies, agreeing to help educate their inferior brethren. Despite the shadiness of Skynet's publicly greeting us, Leon Silverblood's constant presence on our forums, and many visits from the FOD to Skynet's chat which at least one Knight noticed and reported, the KT were shamefully unaware of anything here. After the impressive kill-frenzy that was SDN's part in this play, the Knights wept in private and cried foul in public, as if forming voluntary alliances was somehow cheating. Again, the wonders of modern tactics. Soon after, the FoD grew bored of the KT. The kills dried up as Knight after Knight was slain and slain again. Our once-worthy adversary lost our respect after their whining, condescending attempts to hide their envy and butthurt towards our masterstroke. The Knights were later found moving in the north and east as we departed the suburb in search of more entertaining foes. Finally spurred to action by our education? Or fleeing the big bad PKers who cheat by making friends? The world may never know. Chancelwood slaughter-fest 2012 Campaign Duration - January 3rd, 2012 - January 11th, 2012 – Documented Target Kills – 50 Fresh from their work at the Mall, the FOD did not have long to wait before another haven of Malton's contented flotsam demanded to be sterilized. Whilst tending the garden and planting the last of the scalps, a FOD member came across an interesting claim. "safest in Malton"? We had to see for ourselves. Upon arrival, the FOD found the building infested with THEM: a group of arrogant and soft, yet well organized flotsam who provided most of the area's revives. They had been providing them so efficiently that local survivors had become complacent, taking plentiful revivification as a license to fall into corruption and decay. We could not allow it to go on. New growth was needed and the garden demanded a tribute! Its hunger would not be denied, as members of THEM and the other affiliated flotsam began to supply it with fresh scalps in the days following January 3rd 2012. The purge was completed on January 11th when the FOD moved to Haslock to insure that the ground was fertile enough to sustain the growth that was needed in the area. In sum, the garden was supplied with 50 scalps including 24 belonging specifically to members of THEM. Tompson Mall Year End Inventory and Renovation Campaign Duration - December 7th, 2011 - January 2nd, 2012 – Documented Target Kills – 161 It came to the Attention of the FOD that Thompson Mall was rife with Flotsam due to the neglect of the current occupants. Word had spread that it as well as the surrounding area were infested with vermin, specifically a nasty breed of rat. Not willing to tolerate this blight on their beloved Malton for so much as another second, the FOD descended upon the den of squalor and filth intent on giving it the much needed renovation it deserved. An initial team went in for a preliminary inspection of the SW Corner and afterwords, took the time to pose for a group photo. It turned out so good that we figured we'd use it for our yearly Christmas Card which we chose to send to the CAPD this year. Over the next couple weeks, the FOD continued with a series of brutal attacks on the occupants of the mall and gradually the reconstruction of the remaining corners was completed. In between the large jobs, many smaller tasks were undertaken in between. The value of the daily grind to the overall success of the project cannot be underestimated. No stone was unturned as the guilty were punished for their sloth and neglect. The FOD believes the Thompson Mall is a place for families and in these dark times, it saddens the membership to see so many survivors take the mall for granted. Rather than go out into the surrounding area to keep the mall safe for the children, the citizens of Thompson cowered in their corners like so many drug addicts huddled around the crack pipe. The place had gone to seed. Well known for building foundations for a better tomorrow, The FOD determined that in order for the Mall to be a beacon of light for lost, scared souls, it must have the support of the surrounding areas. And so those too were purged of bad influences - gutted and re-built from the ground up. With the job finally complete, the FOD decided to rest in the food court of Marven Mall. While eating there, a thought occurred to them. This mall too was in dire need of repair. This was a big job and it takes a a big workforce to get the job done. Thus, some engineers and tradespeople from the Philosophe Knights were brought in to assist. First, the NW corner was torn down and rebuilt, using only the finest quality materials. The NE, SE and SW followed suit. The work wasn't quite done. It seemed the GOTCH PD had it's own mold problems and thus was condemned. The Abandoned Length of the Campaign – 31 Days (October 31st, 2011 - November 30th, 2011) Documented Abandoned Kills – 100 Following the Samhain stike the FOD deliberated and came to the conclusion that The Abandoned, located in Yagoton and some outlying areas, needed to be paid a visit. The campaign began with the dreaded decayed rose being placed at the Abandons doorstep. Upon finding it a baffled and confused Eagle of Fire asked, "Is this supposed to mean something, mister Flower of Decay guy?". The FOD would soon come to the conclusion the Eagle (or Eeegies as he likes to be called) get’s confused often. As thunder boomed from the ominous black clouds blanketing Malton, the FOD wheelbarrows were lowered from their trucks. Each was inspected to be sure they were sturdy enough to withstand the rigors of transporting the Abandoned carcasses that were sure to come. In the meantime, the village idiots of the Abandoned continued to circle the rose on their doorstep attempting to ascertain its meaning. "It is certainly a most delicate, if slightly wilted, flower", a befuddled Private Mark exclaimed. Without fanfare or signal the first Abandoned swine, Floyd’ Pinkerton, met his end on the streets of Malton. With such force and violence was Floyd’ dealt that he apparently chose to curl up in some dark corner of Malton rather than continue to work out in the open. The FOD hunted him with no more malice that any other of the Abandoned flock but were only able to find him on a few other occasions. But as the first death of many the Abandoned would suffer concluded The FOD looked upon Pinky with something akin to pity as he drew his last breath before descending into that wretched state of undeath the other members of the Abandoned would soon come to know all too well. One by one, the flotsam were harvested. The wheelbarrows creak and groan under the weight of corpse after corpse being piled up in them. Abandoned heroes such a Bravo Kilo, Wileysez, Rohndogg1 (whom we established to be incapable of learning new tricks), Swoop8, Private Mark - hereto known as Macampos, SkittyCat, Goloniel, and many others were served up and delivered into the ranks of the undead. Soon the production levels of the local Necrotech facilities were stretched well beyond their maximum capacity by the increased demand caused by the mob of Abandoned zombies. Over and over, the FOD strolled into nearly any given building in Yagoton only to find another Abandoned patsy, rolled over like a pregnant cat, curled into a fetal position waiting for the 'bad guys' to go away... ...and just as they thought it couldn't get worse, The FOD’s ranks swelled again with more hunters. A bounty hunter, a lunatic, a death note holder, former CGR patriots...even a wiki administrator! They could no longer abide the flotsam in their midst and, like death incarnate they came, delivering justice to any Abandoned victim they could find. It was then when the Abandoned displayed an unexpected knack for comedy. As they lay dying in ditches, Macampos and Eeegies penned the beginning of a stand up act. Through the grapevine the FOD hear rumors they had attempted to contact Andrew Dice Clay to deliver it but (understandably) he wanted no part of Malton. His career might be dead but he himself still drew breath and he wanted to keep it that way. Despite the lack of any “talent” to delivery in, the act was full of zingers about Abandoned slaughtering members of the Flowers of Decay wholesale. Included were various lines concerning the Abandoned’s disinterest in the FOD, that they could not care less, and that this campaign was little more than a minor inconvenience to them. Yet their true feelings were laid bare in the acerbic and angry chatter that accompanied the false apathy on their wiki and in game. Maddawgmax was heard commenting foolishly that Pker's are not allowed in the game or how the FOD would be purged from the suburb by the might and will of the Abandoned. Talk is cheap. The abandoned continued to be harvested. The end began to draw nigh. The abandoned changed tactics. In desperation, they attempted subterfuge through forum spying. On the FOD doorstep arrived...umm...errrr...something Gorilla. He was so insignificant that the collective mind of the Flowers of Decay were unable to recall his full name. The gorilla claimed to want to try a new life, claimed to share a common interest with the FOD. Unfortunately for him Raddox Murtangle, quickly smelled a rat. The fiend was outed as none other than the Abandoned's own Maddawgmax and promptly shown the door but the Abandoned were undeterred. Strange coincidences begin to occur to FOD members. At first it was random Pking's from unknown and unaffiliated individuals (Dr. Diabolo, YOUR M0M and El Gorgo). Then it became more frequent and the occasional death in the ranks of the FOD emboldened The Abandoned. Suddenly these random individuals began tag teaming FOD members with Abandoned members in real time. What the Abandoned failed to recognize though was that this kickback was the what the Flowers of Decay had spent the last month longing for. Where is the fun in killing helpless children? These useless parasites had spent the last four weeks absorbing their casualties and relying on the other survivors of Yagoton to keep them revived and healed while providing no services in return. For being the caretakers of Yagoton and Millen hills signs of the Abandoneds neglect and irresponsible stewardship plagued the burb. But the resistance they did manage to muster was too little and far too late. The FOD continued to march ever forward towards their target goal and despite the sudden real time attack by Doctor Diabolo, YOUR M0M and El Gorgo on Onomatopoeia, the newest member of the Flowers of Decay crushed the skulls of the last two victims of the Abandoned under his boot heel to claim the 99th and 100th scalps. The FOD invested over a month into coaxing a response out of the Abandoned, educating them on the need to band together and face an adversary with honor and a proportionately violent response. As the Flowers of Decay load their wheel barrows back into their trucks the conclusion has been drawn (some would say inevitably) The Abandoned were irredeemable to the last. A Decaying Rose Someone has left a decaying rose on your doorstep. Thanks for the scalps...100 Abandoned heads claimed Samhain 2011 Date of the Strike – October 29th Documented Target Kills – 20 In celebration of the traditional Pagan / PK holiday the FOD chose Bale Mall for a mass sacrifice to ring in the new season. Hunting surrounding suburbs the Flowers of Decay picked off random flotsam as the mood struck and stocked up on the munitions required for the task ahead. Little resistance was met with only a few members being lost to the occasional bounty hunter attack. Finally the celebration commenced on the 29th of October with the slaughter of 20 souls by the hand of the Flowers of Decay. Three corners of the mall were completely cleared of survivors. Pleased with the efficiency and brutality of their actions most members of the Flowers of Decay opted to stay in the mall and partake in a well-earned assortment of Cinnabons, Orange Julius smoothies and giant pretzels. Shortly thereafter the party was rudely interrupted by members of Hunter’s Anonymous who showed up far too late to do any good in protecting the flotsam of Bale Mall. Many members of FOD were put down for a nap, which was actually rather nice as that was exactly what they felt like doing after imbibing an ungodly quantity of sugary snacks and frozen fruit desserts. Order of the Black Rose Length of the Campaign – 7 Days (October 3rd, 2011 - October 10th, 2011) Documented OBR Kills – 8 The Flowers of Decay became aware of the OBR shortly after their rebirth and deemed them a suitable punching bag for warming up skills which had lain dormant for too long. FOD’s onus for the attacks was the ownership of the botanical symbol of the Rose which had been so important to the original Flowers of Disease and by that birthright was therfor the sole property of the Flowers of Decay. As the hunt began it became clear that their enemy was not equal to the task. Within a week of the first OBR death the Flowers of Decay were approached with pleas of mercy. It seems the Order of the Black Rose had falling into a bit of a decline (It couldn’t have helped that they were being repeatedly and mercilessly killed) and had neither the will nor the strength to continue attempting any kind of defense let alone retaliation. The Flowers of Disease (and by extension Decay) were never one to play the vulture, picking over the bones of already deceased foes. As a gesture of condolences over the impending death of their group, the FOD agreed to cease hostilities and begin their search for a more fertile hunting ground.