User:EmPathetic Bill

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This is the Legend of emPathetic Bill

emPathetic Bill, emPathetic Bill

Does whatever an emPathetic Bill can

Shoots pleb, any size,

Catches thieves just like flies

Look Out!

Here comes the emPathetic Bill.

RHR and Richmond Hills

This is the attack that started it all. http://s1.zetaboards.com/brainstock/single/?p=154920&t=2115618

Poor emPathetic Bill was Level 2 and was only in the Pathetic Bill Tribute Band to play the Banjo. However another valiant prosurvivor decided he was "a pkr" and shot him. And you wonder why I keep shooting you.

Well when you dance with the devil you wait for the fucking song to stop

= Zerging And Alt Abuse

emPathetic bill is one character and follow the One Rule that Kevan introduced. Many tales and zerg accusations follow Bill but unfortunately these are usually spread by idiots and other zergs attempting to hide their own cheating.


Roleplay

Shots rang out in the night. Was it just another survivor desperately fighting for his life, or was it something more sinister. There weren't any reports of zombies tonight so some crime must have been commited.

The Police officer drew his weapon and moved in the direction of the shots. His pace quickened as he heard a blood curdling scream coming from the nearby tavern.

The officer beat his pistol stock on the loose barricades to warn anyone inside he was coming. While he wanted to investigate the shots and scream, he also didnt need some trigger happy trenchcoater mistaking him for zombie.

""FREINDLY - MPD coming in"

But the answer was silence.

He clambered over the barricade while holding his service revolver next to his torch, covering any possible actions in front of him. The trail of blood throught the entrance made the officer slow his pace, he proceeded inch by inch, covering every potential threat with his gun.

Beyond the doorway he could make out a decapitated body, it appeared to be that of a fireman but no other distinuishing features apart from a bloodied chef's hat laying on the floor.. this was no zombie attack , but he wasn’t taking any chances. He began to rebuild the barricades and locked the door shut.

The ofifcer proceeded.

The main bar was typical of a seedy backstreet pub, his torch sweep showed the bar along one side stocked with the usual assortment of alcohol but the dance and seated areas were obviously taken over as sleeping areas by survivors. The fridge lights were on so there must have been power somewhere as in the distance he could hear the hum of a generator.

A quick sweep of the wall closer to the doorway revealed the powerboard and with sometinkering the officer turned on the lights.

A bloody and bizarre sight met him............mirrors had been placed in the ceiling above the pooltable, and some form of harness was hanging from the roof near the jukebox. The floor around the jukebox was covered in a plastic drop sheet and what appeared to be body fluids covered the sheet. The area was lit by a dull red light.

The room was littered with bodies..........

Tied to a pool table was a skinny man, his chest bare but he was wearing leather chafs and a black PVC gimp mask, a lonely MFD badge adorned his chaffs. His body was still and pale. As the officer investigated closer, he saw that the a large smiley face had be cut into the man’s chest , and beneath it the words “I need a hero”. The manm appeared to have other wounds on his body but they were obviously from the leather whip, that was laying on the floor next to the pool table.

Slumped in a chair was an older blonde woman, totally dressed in torn leather and wearing a dogcollar, her face unrecognisable. Obviously shot in the back of the head she her body still held the bottle of Grenadine in one hand, while the other appeared to be holding a cucumber. The table in front of her adorned with all types of fetish and hedonistic devices.....the officer was bewildered on exactly what sort of place this was but it was apparent a killer had interrupted something very bizarre........

The officer recognised the body on the corner, it was one of the local revive group leaders. She was reknowned for being slight dizzy, but she was smoking hot. She always had issues with the Pull\Push direction on doors and was often seen smacking her head as she walked into doors thinking they would open. The pool of blood seeping from her chest showed she had taken a round from a high calibre rifle or shotgun, the bedazzled look on her face made it clear she was in awe of something before she died.

3 other bodies littered the room, one had been strangled with a nurses uniform, another appeared to have a spray can lodged in his bloodied mouth, a final body had been propped against a wall and had a child’s mickey mouse hat on. The officer was confused, this was like a scene out of a Tarrantino movie, not a backstreet pub.

The officer contacted his PD on his two way radio, the crackle of static breaking the deafening silence of the room. As he finished his report, n the distance he could here the sirens as his support team came to assist in the manhunt and to take the dead to the revice centre where they could be revived.

It was the he noticed the stage and the large mirror behind it. On a stool lay a bloody banjo and a half eaten carrot, the floor was covered in some oily substance and the mirror behind had, what appeared to be oily imprint of naked buttocks and the words

“lulz”