The Grimch's Characters
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| | We Are Trolls! | | Gorbonzo is an old zombie. poor man got run over by a car at the start of the outbreak and rose again a few days later, disoriented, confused, and with an odd hunger for brains. He joined the Ridleybank Resistance Front on the 23rd of September and assisted Petrosjko and his merry band of Zombies in sacking Moggridge Place Police Department.
Following that he participated in the sacking of Ridleybank, the fall of Nichols Mall, the destruction of Hildebrand Mall, The Dia_de_los_Muertos massacre at Giddings Mall, the first siege of Caiger Mall, as well as operating as a Zerg hunter during the sacking of Tynte Mall by the RRF. He rose to the rank of Warmaster early in his tenure as an RRF Zombie, and was second in command to petrosjko until he departed just after the start of EXCURSION!
Since the destruction of Ridleybank, Gorbonzo has been chasing a certain survivor woman named Maggy Smith, with whom he fell in love. Many were the times Gorbonzo would attempt to woo her out into the open with zombie songs as she listened from the balcony hurling loose pieces of masonry. During the assault on Caiger mall Gorbonzo once more tried to express his love for her, but she rebuffed his advances with a fireaxe and tossed him out a second story window.
All seemed lost for Gorbonzo, his unbeating heart almost broken, when two years later, on the 15th of January 2008, Maggy Smith met him in the Neagle Building in Barrville, then fled after a friendly axe chop. Gorbonzo quickly summoned some friends and together they followed her home. Using the latest in Zombie intrusion techniques (Claws) they swiftly entered Mulock Drive Railway Station in Ketchelbank and cornered her inside the Ticket Booth. After cleverly pretending to be a friendly survivor to get her to open the door (ZAMBAH GAAN!), Gorbonzo quickly brought his beloved into the realm of undeath. After spending a brief time together, Maggy wandered off in search of brains, taking Gorbonzo's wallet. Ah Love! Her heart will be his yet! |
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| | Feral | | Zogor was always a heavy drinker. He quite literally drank himself to death. Fortunately, thanks to the zombie outbreak, that hasnt slowed him down in the slightest. The elements have been hard on this once proud Zombie. His clothing lays in tatters scattered across the city by the winds, sparing nothing but his antique pirates hat, which he wears constantly. He otherwise roams naked across the city, swinging his danglies at passing females. Despite this, he has a charming smile, accentuated by his roguish eyepatch. Zogor has been wandering the streets since early in the outbreak.
He took to life as a zombie with remarkable enthusiasm, quickly learning the do's and do nots of brain removal and consumption (Do kill the human before going to answer the call of nature behind a dumpster). He has had a jolly good life as a zombie, forming the Drunken Dead horde from a group of zombies whos livers were almost as scarred as his own. Together they engaged in a crusade, sweeping across half of malton. They left no bar untouched and no cabinet unopened in their search for more alcohol.
Eventually though, Zogor tired of the drink, and wandered away alone through the dark streets of the city. He was revived at one stage, but he found he no longer fit in among other people, and reacted violently to the culture of these survivors. He died again in a hail of gunfire while charging the vending machines at Treweeke Mall screaming incoherently about giant robots turning into mundane everyday appliances and plotting to destroy the world.
After rising from the grave once more, Zogor set out on a journey across the city and encountered Jorm, and joined his cadre of religious Zealots, the Barhah Brigade. He quickly gained an aptiotude for destrotying obstacles, and a taste for technology (literally). A time later, the Barhah Brigade became the Militant Order of Barhah. Zogor remained with them for a time, until he began to doubt the barhah within his soul. He left the MOB on a quest to settle the seething in his sould and find his own place among Zombiekind. He is still searching. |
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| | Maltons Armed Clown Association | | Hank Wimbleton was born in the suburb of Rhodenbank and attended Tinkler Plaza School. He was not treated well by the other kids and quickly became antisocial. This continued into his adult years, with him eventually becoming involved in some criminal activity. He was actually being held in Roachtown on suspicion of being involved in a burglary at Alner Mansion at the time the zombie outbreak began. He quickly escaped and dissapeared into the chaos of the zombie apocalypse.
He gradually made his way back to his home and tried to turn over a new leaf in his life, hunting down those who slew their fellow man in the area. Eventually, however, he developed a taste for killing, and soon began turning his guns on people for minor crimes, then eventually, for no reason at all. He had become what he used to hunt.
He cut a path across malton, from Penny Heights to Darvall Heights, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He even made a special trip to Ackland Mall where he engaged in numerous killings throughout the course of the malls destruction at the hands of a zombie horde. He then met his demise at the hands of a number of zombies in the area while he was sleeping.
As a zombie, he proved every bit as cruel as he had been in life, quickly learning to consume his fellow man. He was finally happy. Eventually, however, a person in a lab coat took that all away from him, injecting him with a syringe and revivfying him. He did not take this well, and joined the Malton DEA, a group of former law enforcement officials dedicated to stamping out the use of drugs, especially revive. He participated in many busts alongside his colleages, killing numerous revive technicians and peddlers in their dens of evil.
Eventually the group disbanded, and he found himself alone once more. He went on a brutal killing spree in Peddlesden Village and Dunell Hills before a group of bounty hunters brought him down. He then resumed life as a zombie, eventually recieving cortical damage.
A year later, however, he was once again revived while happily chowing on the locals. he quickly took up arms once more, and began to slaughter his fellow man. Despite being truly happy in undeath, he fears death deeply. This is probably the greatest tragedy of his existance. |
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| | The Kilted Avenger | | Grimchie actually isnt a native to Malton, instead hailing from North Kilt-town in Scotland. He was a Scottish soldier who recently parachuted in as a member of a volenteer brigade, he once had family in the city, but they left a few months before the outbreak. He was part of the force sent in to help rebuild the forts, and though they were successful, pretty much everyone in his squad was killed by the hostile undead who were drawn to the commotion the work caused.
Over time he found himself a place in the city, living down in Lockettside among the locals. learning all he could about survival in the post apocalyptic distaster area that was Malton. It stunned him how well so many people had adjusted. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, that little cold knot of fear in his belly never faded, and only grew with each distant groan or fading death cry of a person who had not managed to survive the night. This took its toll on the young man, and he quickly became a nervous wreck.
Determined to find his mojo once more, Grimchie made his way to Whetcombe park, the one site where zombies and humans were alleged to have made common cause with the undead, holding a great festival. The debris from some of the stands remained there, and he sat there for a time lost in thought.
Unfortunately, being lost in thought is not a good idea when you are out in the open. He was attacked by a zombie, and paniced. The scare broke him, and he slowly started to go mad. He fled into Nichols Mall where he made the discovery that would change his life. There are objects you find in your life that make you, that speak to you and say "this is who you are". So it was with Grimchie in the Kilt Store. He HAD to have one, and in the process of taking one, killed the Kilt Store Owner.
He was no longer Grimchie, of the Scottish Army, He was Grimchie, Son of Angus, a warrior of Scotland determined to slaughter the English. He gradually discarded the other trappings of his past as the new persona took control.
He now roams the streets of the city, killing the english, avoiding the undead. He has embraced the call of his Scottish ancestors fully, and has gone completely mad. Yet another sad tragedy in the Zombie Apocalypse. |
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- A list of the majority of suggestions i have made.
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- A list of events i found greatly amusing in which i was personally involved.
Sandbox
- My sandbox, in which I perform acts of madness and genius. Also, where i keep all the stuff im working on or have worked on.
Sudoku puzzle
- I made a neat little Sudoku puzzle as a learning experiment to prepare for this pages construction. Subst it into your userspace and see if you can solve it. Ill toss up a new one from time to time.
Grims guide to staying alive
- A playing guide i wrote. Its very much a survival guide for play as a survivor. Read it and try putting these tactics into your daily play. You will notice a rather dramatic increase in your survivability.
Kill tallies
- An incomplete listing of kills from some of my characters. Hanks kill total was lost years ago, but Grimchies is whole and unharmed, and listed in its entirety.
Militant Order of Barhah
- A supurb group run by Jorm. If you are looking for a zombie horde to run with, look them up. A great bunch of players.
Project Evil
- A pile of fun and entertainment. Let your megalomania and imagination run wild.
Project UnWelcome
- A parody of Project Welcome that some people occasionally get their knickers in a twist over. A good laugh though.
We are Trolls!
- A charming group of wandering zombies who are completely convinced, after taking a blow too many to the skull, that they are, in fact, trolls. They have spread out across the city searching for the one thing that will bring them happiness: Their lost bridge. The page updates every now and then with humourous tales of the zombies exploits while searching for the bridge.
Drunken Dead
- The old zombie group i formed and once led. Now defunct, but they were a great group. Most of their exploits are listed onm their page, and its good for a few laughs.
FOBU
- The Fort Overbarricaders Union. A page i created in 2006 after Cowboy Up, former leader of the Creedy Defense Force, started to whine on the old desensitised forums about how they were being greifed by people overbarricading the armory square (It was the only square in forts back then). Unlike everyone else, who merely jumped in and started flaming him, i quietly created this page and let him find it. It didnt take long for him to ask why i created it. I lied and said i made it on the behalf of a group who wanted to remain anonymous, and he accepted that. After that, i pretty much forgot about it, until a couple of months later one of the five or six people who knew i was behind it came to me and gave me a bunch of log excerpts about how the CDF was going apeshit in there about FOBU, threatening to kill the nonexistant group members on sight, actually killing a few random people, and making all round fools of themselves out of their own paranoia. It was hilarious to see that it had lasted so long on its own without my direct input. It kept going until Hungerer punted them out of the fort and kept them out for months, after which it was no longer funny and i spilled the beans on their forums. They took it well, considering how thoroughly they had been played.
UDWiki:Voting
- A rant of mine regarding the common failings of voting processes on this wiki. I ask you to read it, and then evaluate your own voting habits to see if you are guilty of any of these. I know i am occasionally. If you do find its happening, see if you can change your ways and help make this wiki a better place.
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