BBC/SSlaughter2
COLUMN #1 - The Samhain =
Sitting in my safehouse, surrounded by a gloom no instruments can cut through, I reflect now on the Samhain Slaughter. What was the reason behind this calculated massacre that has thus far claimed 67 lives? The reasons would seem to be as varied as the groups themselves. Representatives from Flowers of Disease, Philosophe Knights, CGR and Angels of Mercy were there alongside many lone gunmen. The attack couldn't have come at a worse time for Hildebrand Mall as it has been under constant zed pressure. And then the PKA came along to add a kick to the teeth. Witnesses say they have never seen such PKer activity. Others described the scene as an abbatoir. The walls ran thick with blood and parts of what were once people. The screams of the dying were mingled with the screams of the dead in one twisted, horrific nightmare. However, amidst the atrocities, this reporter has been told tales of bravery and heroism from the Survivors. How they rallied in the face of adversity and pooled in from other corners of the mall to defend the belegured SW quad. Myself, I was but holed up in a nearby building, wondering when this quarentine will ever end as the sounds of gunshots, screams and the moans of the damned kept me from blissful sleep....
--Devourer of Worlds 17:22, 31 October 2007 (UTC)
COLUMN 2 - Peppardville, cold, desolate, cruel...
This week, I spent some time undercover in Peppardville, and more specifically, at the Carpark next to The Maine Building. This is one of this Suburbs local revive points. Spending time as a zed, I politely waited at this spot for 3 days wondering if some citizen would come by to offer assistance. But Peppardville is a cruel place who's cold, blackened heart only churns out a stew of death. Over and over I was shot down by various thugs and malcontents whose only joy now comes from shooting a level 1 reporter at a revive point. The quarantine has not been kind to the souls who reside here. And lest I get comfortable when these sad remnants of humanity weren't taking shots at me, the feral zeds in the area took a few bites out of me. Any sense of honor and salvation has been buried away along with the grissly remains of the populace's loved ones. As I Shamble about the suburb, I see very little signs of life in the streets. There is an abundance of ruined buildings... Indeed, the town seems to be in a lock down mode with no one so much as daring to open their doors to a stranger lest they attract the attentions of the dead. Not even the presence of mighty Fort Creedy has kept this city unscathed. In fact, I reckon the Fort has hastened Peppardville's ruin as the efforts of the local population look to be concentrated on the fort and not the surrounding areas.
I now leave this cold and dreary place knowing there are better places to go. Perhaps in other suburbs, I will find tales of heroes, tales of deceit, tales of the damned and the brains that feed them. But I will not find such in a place like Peppardville, whos life has already withered away. For if their is a survivor pulse in Malton, a place where humanity can make it's last stand, Peppardville is surely quite far from it.
--Devourer of Worlds 03:44, 5 November 2007 (UTC)
