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===Letter to Willum===
===Letter to Willum===
Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that [[Lexicon:Cater Building|the incident at Cater NT]] was the work of [[Lexicon:DNR|your group.]]
Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that [[Lexicon:Terrorist_Attack|the incident]] was the work of [[Lexicon:DNR|your group.]] And what the hell were they working with in there that made them quarantine the area?


Send me a call,
Send me a call,
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===Letter to New Arkham Cell===
===Letter to New Arkham Cell===
The revolution is here! The military claims that it's a "biological weapon," but we know better. The riots, the martial law...
The revolution is here! The military claims that it's a "biological weapon," but we know better. The riots, the martial law...revolution!
We must finish what the [[Lexicon:DNR|DNR]] started! Rise up against the state-corporate complex!
We must finish what the [[Lexicon:DNR|DNR]] started! Rise up against the state-corporate complex!


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Now that my shock has subsisted, let me get this straight: THERE ARE ZOMBIES OUT THERE. I snuck back into the city after the evacuation, hoping to find my old friends. I didn't. At least it's not like in the movies, where you can't cure the infection. You can. All it takes is some basic first aid. That is, if you haven't become one of...those...damn, "zombies" makes me sound nuts, but, that's the only thing to call them. Well, a lot of survivors have figured out the old [[NecroTech]] equipment. Not even death is permanent here. I've been wandering between [[Alphege General Hospital|the hospital]] and [[Grandfield Row Police Department|the police station]]. Ironic, isn't it?
Now that my shock has subsisted, let me get this straight: THERE ARE ZOMBIES OUT THERE. I snuck back into the city after the evacuation, hoping to find my old friends. I didn't. At least it's not like in the movies, where you can't cure the infection. You can. All it takes is some basic first aid. That is, if you haven't become one of...those...damn, "zombies" makes me sound nuts, but, that's the only thing to call them. Well, a lot of survivors have figured out the old [[NecroTech]] equipment. Not even death is permanent here. I've been wandering between [[Alphege General Hospital|the hospital]] and [[Grandfield Row Police Department|the police station]]. Ironic, isn't it?


Unfortunately, [[DEM|the state]] is trying to make a comeback. After all we've worked for! And they're probably going to seize all the revivification equipment, make the revivers go by [[Random Revive Policy|their rules]]. It would solidify their control. Anyone who they don't like would suffer a permanent death. Anyways, [[metagaming|rumors get around fast]]. I've [[DARIS|heard stories of rebel groups]], but the [[Creedy Guerilla Raiders|resistance]] at the [[Fort Creedy|old army base]] seem the best. Fought, allied with and fought [[Creedy Defense Force|the local garrison]].
Unfortunately, [[DEM|the state]] is trying to make a comeback. After all we've worked for! And they're probably going to seize all the anti-infection equipment, make the doctors and techs go by [[Random Revive Policy|their rules]]. It would solidify their control. Anyone who they don't like would suffer a permanent death. Anyways, [[metagaming|rumors get around fast]]. I've [[DARIS|heard stories of rebel groups]], but the [[Creedy Guerilla Raiders|resistance]] at the [[Fort Creedy|old army base]] seem the best. Fought a long war against [[Creedy Defense Force|the local military garrison]] several times.


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Creedy Guerilla Raiders have let me in. Normally, I would have to pass an initiation. But the act of simply lugging myself over to the Fort was good enough for them. I'm safe for now, some other people are in the storehouse with me. [[Creedy Defense Force|Other people who happen to be soldiers.]] I just hope that they don't find out who I am.
Creedy Guerilla Raiders have let me in. Normally, I would have to pass an initiation. But the act of simply lugging myself over to the Fort was good enough for them. I'm safe for now, some other people are in the storehouse with me. [[Creedy Defense Force|Other people who happen to be soldiers.]] I just hope that they don't find out who I am.
== 18:16, 30 January 2011 (UTC) ==
Those soldiers are not nice. As soon as they found out I was an anarchist, they were onto me like hounds. Several times, the horde broke through and attacked me. Then they came in to finish me off. I had to hop from building to building, asking bystanders for some first aid. I managed to get into the gatehouse and stab their commander before collapsing from exhaustion. The horde clawing at the gates distracted them enough, and a fellow raider finished the job. Then the barricades fell. I...I tried to go towards the light, but I got yanked back awake. Someone was standing over me with an empty NecroTech syringe. I ran to the nearest building (the fort had since fallen) and wondered [[Lexicon:Agent 51|what was in there]].
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Revision as of 18:16, 30 January 2011

Introduction

This is a collection of thoughts, letters I never sent. I kept them through the shitstorm, and well, I've got to collect them together. I've also got a journal, written on newspapers or whatever I could find.

I grew up in New Arkham. Painter Street is where I went to school, in my relatively normal childhood. Lived in an upper-middle class apartment, went to the movies as a kid, went clubbing as I grew up, had parents working for the various banks. Damn, there were a lot of banks. Too many banks. Place was crawling with suits but no souls. Little fun, either, so we snuck out to Old Arkham when we could. There was an upside to this: no cops. The rich and their high fences kept most criminals out, which kept the town from building a police station.

That was before Miskatonic University. While the other students were dabbling in "alternative sciences" and internships with NT, I was part of the politically active minority. The hippies converted me to anarchism, and the punks kept me there. Punk rock was pretty fun. I toured with local bands, moshed with the best of them, tried to spread my propaganda to the audiences most willing to hear it. After a little vandalism at a concert gone wild, I moved to the Mockridge Heights anarchist cell. Thought the cops were after me, knew about my little revolutionary plot, and I wanted to lose them.

Turns out they weren't. But cops were the least of my troubles...


Letter to Willum

Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that the incident was the work of your group. And what the hell were they working with in there that made them quarantine the area?

Send me a call, Matt

Letter to New Arkham Cell

The revolution is here! The military claims that it's a "biological weapon," but we know better. The riots, the martial law...revolution! We must finish what the DNR started! Rise up against the state-corporate complex!

-Your Comrades, Mockridge Heights Cell

03:40, 25 January 2011 (UTC)

Now that my shock has subsisted, let me get this straight: THERE ARE ZOMBIES OUT THERE. I snuck back into the city after the evacuation, hoping to find my old friends. I didn't. At least it's not like in the movies, where you can't cure the infection. You can. All it takes is some basic first aid. That is, if you haven't become one of...those...damn, "zombies" makes me sound nuts, but, that's the only thing to call them. Well, a lot of survivors have figured out the old NecroTech equipment. Not even death is permanent here. I've been wandering between the hospital and the police station. Ironic, isn't it?

Unfortunately, the state is trying to make a comeback. After all we've worked for! And they're probably going to seize all the anti-infection equipment, make the doctors and techs go by their rules. It would solidify their control. Anyone who they don't like would suffer a permanent death. Anyways, rumors get around fast. I've heard stories of rebel groups, but the resistance at the old army base seem the best. Fought a long war against the local military garrison several times.

22:06, 25 January 2011 (UTC)

Holy shit! I was not expecting that! Last anyone knew, the Fort was under attack. Under attack, but still safe. I make a beeline for Ft. Creedy, and guess what I find? A whole horde of them! The place was smashed, the walking dead everywhere. I just barely found the gate before falling asleep. And when I woke up? I was being attacked by zombies. Picking up those first aid kits was a good idea, and so was learning the art of parkour. I'm holed up in the goddamn storehouse with no one else, and there's no way I can raise any barricades in this state. I'm falling asleep as I write this, I hope I don't get...

03:16, 26 January 2011 (UTC)

Creedy Guerilla Raiders have let me in. Normally, I would have to pass an initiation. But the act of simply lugging myself over to the Fort was good enough for them. I'm safe for now, some other people are in the storehouse with me. Other people who happen to be soldiers. I just hope that they don't find out who I am.


18:16, 30 January 2011 (UTC)

Those soldiers are not nice. As soon as they found out I was an anarchist, they were onto me like hounds. Several times, the horde broke through and attacked me. Then they came in to finish me off. I had to hop from building to building, asking bystanders for some first aid. I managed to get into the gatehouse and stab their commander before collapsing from exhaustion. The horde clawing at the gates distracted them enough, and a fellow raider finished the job. Then the barricades fell. I...I tried to go towards the light, but I got yanked back awake. Someone was standing over me with an empty NecroTech syringe. I ran to the nearest building (the fort had since fallen) and wondered what was in there.