Journal:TheKnownBoarders
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to TheKnownBoarders. My name is Heath01 in game and my profile is http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=408811 as you can see i was part of the Mobile Malton Security Force until i went MIA. I just started playing agian and made a few new characters before i remembered this account and logged in with it. i would like to find you and maybe kill a few zombies together agian. if you read this email me or something at heath_prosser@hotmail.com
Front Cover
On the front cover of this journal, there is a large splattering of blood along with the name "Erados" crossed out and underneath is TheKnownBoarders on it. It appears to be a copy of a copy, there's black smudges all over it that look like liquid but appear to be printed on the cover and the pages inside.
Back Cover
The back cover of the paper-back journal says "I have made copies of my journal so as to provide you some insight into the troubles of others, and to give you a bit of light reading. Should you find this, it is unlikely I am dead as there are hundreds of copies of these all around Malton. I broke into some Libaries with printing presses and wasted some paper and ink copying my journal." It has a serial number on the top right corner of it, along with the name of a nearby library. There are smudges on it that were printed on. Blood, perhaps. It is handwritten.
Day Unknown-4, February 14th
Today I was revived after a huge whoop up on our new HQ sometime around midnight on the 13th while I was gone. Took me 20 AP to find ONE FREAKING FAK and was at 3 hp when I finally did get one. Plan on stopping at an NT building on my way to the HQ to manufacture 2 syns for my fellow comrades who died in that hollow eve of the suprise zombie attack. Hopefully will have enough AP to accomplish these goals.
Day Unknown-2, February 12th
Today was spent in a routine patrol to the Nicolas Mall to make sure it was still secure. No survivors have as yet taken up permanent residence in the mall so I may soon choose to send a permanent holding squad to the mall to keep it secure against incursions by zombies. I also rebarricaded the Sertin building in a hope to put a gen in there to power the mobile mast and further communications throughout the area. I proceeded to take out a lone zombie outside of my new HQ and one of the 5 outside the Sertin building to give them a tougher time breaking in.
Day Unknown-1, February 11th
I found this journal today on the streets near Nicolas Mall. It seems that it's one of those copies of a journal from a man named Erados. From his past exploits he seems a brave man who's seen too much. I hope he's alright as his last entry was 6 days ago. Today I just finished barricading up my new HQ south of Nicolas and healed myself and infection. I am hoping to bring all my members through to this factory safely. I hope my additions to this journal by Erados will show more people the way as this one has done for me. Thanks be to this Erados wherever he is for the insights he has given me.
Day 32, February 5th
Terribly boring day. Just sitting and waiting. Waiting for what? Maybe later.
Day 31, February 4th
Same as my last entry.
Day 30, February 3rd
Not much. Some semi-secret business and some top-secret business. I'll explain when it's all over. Maybe.
Day 29, February 2nd
Alright, I am SO pissed at the moment. You have to understand. I was hand-picked by an asshole to be killed. And killed I was. Not because I was on the PKer list - which I am, for no fair reason. But just because I was waiting for a rez. Yeah, that's right. I can now remember what I did as a zombie. Deal with it, punks. I'm getting better at this lifestyle. Now... I'm pretending to be dead. One of my good friends at the CDF rezzed me. Forget what I said yesterday, that was a load of crap. I was paranoid. The CDF still rocks. I'm so damn pissed that right now, I'm taking my axe and poking the guy that's lying on top of me right in the lower back so that when he gets back up, alive or dead, he'll have a sore back. Caiger can kiss my ass. The CDF sends help and what do we get? We get griefed, PKed, ridiculed, and hassled. I'm leaving. I hope the whole mall implodes. I'm getting tired of this. I'm going on other missions. Caiger can... Well, like someone else jokingly said, if it falls, let's burn it down. And if it stands, let's burn it down anyway. Put the flares to use. Damnit.
Day 28, February 1st
I'm going to stop being active in the discussions of the CDF because obviously some people have a problem with me. I'm not naming anyone, but there's at least three members. Two are doing it on purpose and the third thinks it's okay because the other two do it. No big deal. All I did was, on full energy, go outside, kill two injured zombies, get a lot more experienced, and go back in. I can now distinctly see the difference in the shops in the mall. I'm going to have to learn to search better, though. I still can't find much... I know this goes against all the mall stands for, but I don't care as there's nothing else to do besides search and keep the panic level down. And frankly, those who panic have nothing to offer to the battle anyway.
Day 27, January 31st
I'm starting to have doubts about the CDF. They're too trusting with me. I'm not going to reveal any secrets, but I will say this: Either I'm extremely trustworthy or they're testing me to see if I'm a spy. I'm not going to say anything else besides this, however: mixed feelings. Some people antagonize me because I'm too active, and others are too nice and trusting to be taken all too seriously. It's starting to worry me. No big news in the mall. I spent all of my AP barricading the mall back up because it was going low.
A note has been added to the bottom of this page: Ignore the scratched out stuff. I was having a paranoid day. Erados 21:03, 5 Feb 2006 (GMT)
Day 26, January 30th
Bah. Everyone is scared in Caiger, but the numbers keep growing. Not much to say. I spotted someone from the CDF hitlist... Someone else saw a Jamoombahadeen somewhere, and he was killed. Nobody messed with the PKer, pkanai, though. He's looking right at me. Uh-oh.
Ouch! Hey, you sonofabitch! Hey! Help! OUCH! Mrh? Mrh? GRAAAAAH! Mrh? Mrh?
Day 25, January 29th
It's over. All the malls in Malton have fallen to the Mall Tour, and they're heading towards the Four Suburbs around Caiger Mall. It's as good as over. I personally scouted Caiger Mall and the buildings around it, and there's at least - at LEAST 2000 survivors getting ready for the oncoming siege. I saw some members of the Undying Scourge on the way to Caiger, most likely ready to mobilate. I've been helping out the CDF as much as I can, by offering strategies, scouting reports, and setting up a few communications systems... I hope it's going to be worth it. For some reason, people trust me in the CDF. I'm not saying they shouldn't, but there's a lot of paranoia going around and I don't seem to be a part of it. It's like they're testing my loyalty by sending me on small recon missions and sending me to do some easy, trivial missions. Maybe they just trust me, but I'm starting to think that they're just testing the newer members. I won't disappoint them.
Day 24, January 28th
Well, I was dead on my last entry, but I was revived shortly after. I've gotten more experienced, and although I've been neglecting my journal, the last few days can be easily summed up. I'm going to Caiger to help defend it against the Mall Tour.
Day 19, January 23rd
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NAAAAAAH HARM HARMANS! HRAAAAAAAAAGH!
Day 18, January 22nd
I lost my journal for a while, then found an older copy. Lucky me. Well, I joined the Creedy Defense Force, and within one day, was appointed [CDF] Secuirty, by Cowboy Up himself! He personally handed me my badge. I was elated, and I vowed to serve the CDF in all ways possible, to sacrifice my life for it if needed - lives aren't worth much apparently, because revives are easy to get by. I also got a dogtag created, just for me.
Day 16, January 20th
These last few days have been unbearable. Boredom set in; I had nothing to do, there were hardly any zombies around to kill, there was NOTHING to do besides listen to the inane chatter between mallrats. Yesterday, I got news that out of the six members of the Guerillas, three had died on the way to Caiger Mall, two had left other groups, and one had fallen out of contact with the rest of Malton, presumed dead as well. So, I got frustrated and went exploring, thinking about what to do. I found a hospital far north of Caiger, attacked one zed on the way there, but it ran away too fast. Then, I went back home and found myself locked out - no entry points. No matter, I fell asleep and woke up this morning safe and sound after a hearty 10-hour sleep in the middle of the street. Not a zombie in sight, not a single movement seen or heard. This, naturally, made me frustrated as I wanted some action, so I went back to the mall. I got invited to join the Creedy Defence Force, but I wasn't too sure about it at first. Then I obliged and abandoned the AG. These aren't good times, but I can only make the best out of them. I'm unsure of exactly how to get to Creedy as I have to pass Ridleybank on the shortest route there - not a safe option. I'll make it, though. The zombies are quiet.
Update: Giddings mall, apparently, has fallen! So that's where the zeds are! I'm really, really uncertain of what to do. Stick with Caiger? Join the CDF and re-take Giddings? Meet the damned Zeds halfway in a crazy suicide attack and kick some ass before being ripped to shreds? Well, not the last one. I'm going to re-take Giddings. My loyalty lies there now. Ish.
Day 12, January 17th
I'm currently in Caiger Mall, have attempted to ally the AG and the CMS - I'm waiting on their reply - and I'm stocking up for what appears to be a big battle coming our way. Everyone's restless, but I really don't care. It's gray and windy outside, and when you're in the North-west corner of the mall, the wind hits you straight in the face through the blown-out windows. I've got a cold.
Day 11, January 16th
I heard from someone at Caiger mall that there was a massive outbreak of zombies near St. Isidore's. That was a bunch of lies. The person that had spread the false speech was there was well, and he appeared to be a likely zombie spy (he had all skills that would benefit a spy and no more - diagnosis, free running, construction, body-building, etc.) so I killed him and dragged his body outside for the good of the people. There was only one brain-rotted zombie and about 60 corpses outside, along with two zeds asking for a revive. All the corpses were there yesterday and the day before, so don't cuss me out over that. There was no attack, and the culprit and spreader of panic has been dealt with. Kill me for that if you wish, I know someone will eventually, but I'm sure I did something right - maybe his horde was going to attack Caiger Mall and needed people AWAY from it? Hmm... I attacked the brain-rotted zed outside but did hardly any damage because I wasted my energy on that spying scum.
Day 10, January 15th
I'm staying outside Caiger Mall. I found a way to get in - someone told me to look into Free running, which allows you to literally jump from one building to another - with much, much practice. I was in pretty good shape, so I spent a while learning it. I'm not very good, but still good enough to have made it into Caiger Mall! Now, I'm staying in a building a few blocks South of Caiger Mall. I don't trust the people inside, and the building I'm staying at is much safer. I made sure I had enough energy to still run back into the mall and into another building a few blocks away, just in case...
Day 9, January 14th
Bah, still alive, but barely. There were three different brain rotted zombies attempting to break in. None even harmed me. They were taken care of; and I besides thank everyone inside that I was still alive, I went outside and kicked some rotting behind myself. I could hardly hit them, though, so I didn't do any serious damage. Somebody over-barricaded, though, so I was forced to find another place to hide. I made sure I had enough energy to make it to a very strongly barricaded building. Sadly, everything I saw was Extremely Heavily. I'm too exhausted to do anything, now. Everything is barricaded far too much. I'm trying to sleep in a ditch, fending off the mosquitos. There's an oddly high amount of them.
Update: I woke up being saved by a hero from a zombie. It bit and infected me. I stumbled into a factory, now far away form Caiger Mall, and waited a while. I fell asleep, and woke up in a pile of stinking bodies. They must have just come, killed everyone that was asleep and let the others flee. I was still alive, but I was in dire need of a hospital. I found one, and found a first-aid-kit inside one, cured my infection, and now I'm simply injured a bit. Quite a few scratches on my left arm. A big, big bite on my leg and another scar on my head. I'm getting pretty banged up. After healing myself, I just went outside, a few blocks away, and attacked a zombie. Not much damage done, although a bit more experience.
- Erados
Day 8, January 13th
I woke up perfectly happy and healthy. I went outside after telling everyone INSIDE that I was going to go kick some ass. So I did. I actually did pretty good. Amidst the flares and groans, I attacked a few zombies, knocking them down a bit and then moved to the other. I killed a higher-level zombie outside. I took him down from 60 HP to 0 HP. That's a pretty good accomplishment. I feel much handier with my axe, now.
You attack the zombie for 3 damage. They die.
I attempted to find another hiding place but they were over-barricaded. I found my older one.
Day 7, January 12th
I was out there feigning death until I had regained my energy, and... it was horrible. I was so exhaused I thought I looked dead, but apparently zombies eat the bodies, too! I was bitten and scratched at b several zombies, I'm all bloody and it's horrible! Brain Rotters, the healers called them. I would've died five or so more times if it wasn't for the helpful souls healing me. I owe you all so, so much. I caught a glimpse of a few of them. Without Scooter T, Excavolt, Captiva, Lazerus101, Fortuna314, and Madman12, I'd be dead! They were perfect - healing me when I was about to die, and fighting off the zombies all at the same time. I owe them my life. If I ever see any of them, I'm going to shower them with so much thanks their heads are going to swell. I'm alive! I re-gained a very little bit of energy. Just enough to drag me into a nearby building. I'm still really, really tired. Oh, and at the church when I peeked inside, I saw William McNamara - he was the one who revived me. I thanked him profusely, then ran outside to avoid being butchered by angry mobs. I'm safe and in hiding at the moment, although I think I'm in shock. There's so much blood on me, I've got scars all over the place - I'm pretty sure that there's going to be a large permanent scar on my forehead that completely ruins my face, where I think a zombie tried to open up my head to eat my brains. But I'm alive, thank God!
- 02:04, 12 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Day 6, January 11th
It appears that I was dead. However:
William McNamara revivified you with a NecroTech syringe. (01-11 19:05 GMT)
Odd, eh? I remember nothing, although I woke up FAR from where I'd fallen - just outside a church in Caiger Mall. I'm awake but feigning death. I'm so exhausted... Thank you William. When I find you, I'll thank you. I wonder if that as me as a zombie on the last entry, trying to communicate... I don't have any zombie traits, it would seem, so... I do not know. I hope I didn't kill anyone...
- Erados 23:07, 11 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Mrh?
There are unreadable scribbles, covering several pages. It appears something without any hand-eye coordination attempted to write an entry.
Day 5, January 10th, '06
I found a nice, quiet safehouse with two or three others to hide out in. I feel so safe. Not a zed in sight; this is perfect. I haven't seen ANY in the blocks surrounding Caiger mall. This is good, I think. I hope I'm not deluding myself...
- 01:35, 10 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Update: Goodbye, cruel world. I'm leaving you, now. I felt the need to go exploring. With... yeah. I was tired. I went into a building. Zombies trapped inside. I ran. I found a lightly barricaded building. Zombies were inside. By now, I was almost falling asleep from exhaustion. I stumbled into a building. MORE ZEDS! I freaked out. I ran outside, and I think that the many, many zombies in the surrounding area will kill me before dawn. Goodbye, everyone. May you... the hadnwriting fades away. There are no traces of blood or blood-stains on the paper, so it is presumable that Erados fell asleep while writing this entry.
Day 4, January 9th, '06
I've heard of the zombies amassing near Caiger mall, and since I'm near that location, have decided to help. I'm fully healed but still very tired. When I gather enough strength for the trek, I'll make my way towards the mall. My birthday was November the 25th - I wasn't in town then to kick zed ass in the mall, which I regret. I could've made something of myself. But I swear to whatever God hasn't abandoned us yet that I'll be in the next one!
- 10:40, 9 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Update: I live! I gathered up the energy and will and made it into Darvall Heigths. I'm really tired, and malnutrition is another reason I'm focused on the Mall. I suspect that in a few hours I'll be inside, athough if what I heard is true, it's going to be tough with the zombies surrounding it, and the barricades up. But I'll live. I have so far.
- 10:54, 9 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Another update: I've amassed enough energy to get me - hopefully - into Caiger mall. If not... Well, I'll just hope for the best.
- 22:26, 9 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Another update: It's been extremely heavily barricaded. I can find no way in. I will have to find out a way to perhaps leap out of a nearby building into the mall? No, that's impossible. I'm going to do something though... Perhaps... Yes, I'll go kill some zeds.
Day 3, January 8th, '06
I started this journal today, and I wrote down everything I can remember since I was sent to Malton to help with what they told me was a power outage. I figured I'd have to climb telephone poles; not fight off zombies in an attempt to keep my brain. They must've not liked me very much at home.
The zeds are still to the east and collecting in groups, and I'm almost fully healed now, thanks to endless searching for aid and begging for help. I could probably make a break for it, but I'm going to wait until I'm sure they're attacking, they might just be passing through - even though I am in a hospital, and injured.
Since your last turn: Castors healed you for 10 HP. (01-08 20:43 GMT)
Thank you Castors - I owe you one. If I had more than 3 AP remaining, I'd make a break for it, but... I would hardly get across the street. And besides, there might be zombies outside waiting for a sign of life so they know whether to break down the barricades to the hospital. I'll wait 'till dawn.
I risked a peek outside, figuring that since it was strongly barricaded I could still get in and have one AP left over. I was wrong... I forgot to check my AP beforehand, though. I had one AP left to begin with. I had refreshed twice and the last thing I did was read a book, so... I went outside, was about to look around, but I fell asleep. Triple-damn! I'll have to wait a half hour and then hope I'm still alive when I go back in...
I live! The zeds must've ran out of brains, because they didn't attack me. They stayed where they were. Good ol' zeds with limited brain capacity. I'm back inside now. Trying to sleep.
I've done some thinking, and I came up with an idea. Earlier, I had been running from building to building. I was dumped in a bad neighborhood, full of people and zombies fighting [i]together[/i]. I automatically made a break for it. I remember all the doors wide open, no barricades. The next neighborhood was full of selfish survivors who had barricaded extremely heavily to save themself. If there were large groups, why didn't they just keep the barricades up to a level where we could still get in? Keep it on Very Strong, and every time it loses a point, barricade more! Until the zeds learn to pull the blockage [i]towards[/i] them, there should never be a situation where there's not enough barricading material.
Why didn't they send quick scouts outside when it was "very strongly" barricaded, to check how many zombies were breaking it down, and how many survivors were still around and walking. If there were hundreds of zombies, barricade like hell, but if there's only about 20, I doubt all of them together could exert enough brain power to coordinate the demolition of the barricades completely... I think they're just selfish survivors who don't care about others. I consider that just as bad as PKing.
It's getting later and later now; and the people are growing more and more comfortable with each other here in the hospital. I heard some stories.
Someone said they were stuck inside a lightly barricaded building with a large group of people. They were killed, but not dragged outside. When they stood up as a zombie, they said they vaguely remember being locked inside - with the doors closed - and barricaded extremely heavily with other victims - now zombified. They were stuck there. None of them could open doors, none of them would ever be able to take the barricades down. The cruel, sadistic survivors had done the worst crime of all - they'd purposely caused undue harm towards others. Half the group had died, the other half was left to rot as zombies inside an extremely heavily barricaded fortress.
If that happened to me, I'd spend the rest of my life tracking those sadists down and I'd cleave them limb from limb!
- 23:14, 8 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Day 2, January 7th, '06
I'd found a nice, very-strongly barricaded safehouse with about 50 people in it and figured I was safe. I woke up amidst about 30 bodies, 20 half-re-dead zeds, and a handful of survivors still standing their ground. The others had run off. I ran off as well, being near-dead and infected. I found a hospital a few blocks to the west and have found a First-aid Kit. I healed myself of the infection and have settled down. I've received healing from some caring soul also in hiding at this hospital, but I'm still pretty badly off. I damn near died. When I'm at full-health, I desperately need to go out and get some experience at this, I have nearly none. There were zombies to the east, but I doubt they know where I am because I never harmed any of them. If they're scavengers looking for the injured left over from last night's feast, I'm in trouble because I can't risk dying at this time.
I'll have to post-pone everything to do with the Apocalyptic Guerillas...
- Erados
Day 1, January 6th, '06
After stumbling about a bit, I've found my way around Malton, and I still have all my limbs. I've decided to make a group called the Apocalyptic Guerillas, which makes small hit-and-run type strikes against the lesser zed threats. Just basically what someone with my expertise (none) should do at this point of the apocalypse. I'm sure I'll get better as I go on.
