Miltown/Party

Any longterm resident of Miltown may notice a quirky behavior of the locals. Whether its a complete stranger offering you drinks, or a crazy girl kissing zombies, there is a definite festive mood in this suburb. Thats right folks, Miltown is Malton's Exclusive Party hotspot, and some of those that Know Nothing have taken it upon themselves to let everyone know about it.

Parties

Following are different excerpts taken right from the Party Scene:

July 22nd

Mark Hutley ~ The Know Nothings

You say "Woohoo! This genny is just what I needed ... how should we celebrate folks? You like cheese and wine? Nuts and spirits? Pretzels and beer? I've got power for the fridge, help yourself guys, and remember to spread the good cheer!"

You say "Wow, it's kind of quiet in here. Needs more music! How many repair shops you know don't have music blaring in the background? And, with some power I'm sure we can make those beers icy cold in no time! Help yourself to a cold one folks ..."

You say "... beer helps you to embrace ignorance when imbibed in large enough quantities. Beer, Endorsed by The Know Nothings!"

Sockpuppie ~ The Know Nothings

Well a zombie in my kissing booth again, but he no pay me monies!

July 21st

Magnar Thomas ~ The Know Nothings

You say "Now Bubbbsy, we spent so much AP playing Jenga at the entrance, and you just *had* to tear it down? That is fairly rude, no drinks for you."

You say "Now who was nibbling on my fine drinking buddy's? Good thing I have a special drink to fix you folks up."

You restore 10 hit points to Jimm Penn, taking them to 50.

You restore 10 hit points to Ankh the nervous, taking them to 42.

You say "Now Vlom, since you were cordial enough to wait until we opened for the evening, I think we should get you a drink as well. Hopefully your buddy here can learn a valuable lesson."

Following standard procedures, you press the syringe into the back of the zombie's neck and pump the glittering serum into its brain and spinal cord.

There is a thin pneumatic hiss, and the zombie staggers forward, limbs shuddering, before slumping to the floor as if dead. Vlom's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.

You say "There ya go, that little shot there will bring you new life so you can party all night. Now folks I am afraid I have to go, got a date with a nurse. Have a nice night now."