User:MrWeed

Mr Weed has been most succsessfull in the City of Borehamwood.

His adventure in Borehamwood started back right when the town opened, or closed depending on your take. Weed was a free-lance survivor just going from building to building looking for a place to hang out and grab a beer.

He then found a few pals including http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1395413 and http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1390855 among others, saddly none of them knew how to survive in a town like this. So they all decided to portect http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Dowsett_Row_Police_Station_%28Borehamwood%29, but after the first few attacks they thought better of it and decided to move into raddlet.

Unfortunetly the map that Mr Weed was reading didn't tell him that Raddlet was past the fields, so after deducing Raddlet was a myth Mr Weed meet back up with lunea (who also couldn't find Raddlet). Then Mr Weed went on recon for the other missing members of the group ran out of energy and had to spend the night hiding in the middle of the road.

Unfortunetly Lunea and Mr Weed got seperated, sad news. But it was quickly followed by the moment that changed that changed the coarse of Mr Weeds time in Borehamwood. He joined up with a group of 50-60 well organised survivers, all by pure accident. with only 700 people left it town it seemed impossible for a group to be this well organised. It was here where Mr Weed meet up with some of his drinking new found buddies.

The Club Ha Misfits

It was mostly smooth sailing from there on, moving once every three days or so, but eventually the numbers in this group dwindled. They eventually got down to 20 close nit survivors most of which are now known as the Club Ha Misfits. They were known as this becuase durring one of thier countless drinking binges the group ended up spending a night at Club Ha. The only problem was that some members of the group had drank themselfs into commas. Mr Weed and the other survivors couldn't just watch to see if thier friends would make it out. So in the face of the zombie attack they stayed, fought, and healed until thier friends sobbered up enouph to move on. Ever since then the other survivors called us The Misfits, and hell. They were right.

Taking a Break

After months of continued survival in the town of Borehamwood Mr Weed decided to lock himself in a bank vault with a few dozen 30 racks. He need some time to rest and relax the misfit way.

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	This user was one of the Borehamwood 100