Shotguns At Dawn

Our identity...

Shotguns At Dawn.
Abbreviation:	Type out our whole damned name.
Group Numbers:	Outnumbered, but never outgunned.
Leadership:	Flatliner.
Goals:	Mayhem, beer, wonga, Sweet Justice.
Recruitment Policy:	Your power level must be over NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND.
Contact:	Drop an email to garfield_eats_lasagne@hotmail.com

Please note: Shotguns At Dawn operate on a detective agency style basis, and are available for hire by other groups. We operate within the following suburbs; North Blythville, South Blythville, Dartside, and Lockettside.

Also noteworthy; Yes, we (technically speaking) are a PKer group, as we probably spend more time shooting/axeing/stabbing people we dislike, than fighting the undead. But please, don't start trying to proclaim us as "self-righteous" or trying to "police" any suburbs. That's none of our concern. We're more aptly described as a group of pathologically-minded types with a sense of humour. In short, we enjoy PKing certain kinds of people for the amusement value; nearly always griefers. If you have any whines about ethics, feel free to discuss this on our talk page.

Shotguns At Dawn; one of the myriad scattered survivor groups that inhabit Malton. Hailing from the twin suburbs of North/South Blythville, their formation was one slightly "unconventional" one. The group itself consists of a revolver-brandishing private eye, some guy the last dude sprung from a mental asylum, and some relatively normal fireman. Banding together under a mutual desire for sweet justice, beer, and the safety of Malton, the intrepid (dysfunctional) trio fight the zombie menace with a fervour seldom seen outside of the Channel 4 News Team doing Glorious Battle with the biggest bears you've ever seen.

NOTE: CURRENTLY ON A GROUP HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE - Yeah. Even the harbingers of awesome, firey vengeance need a holiday sometimes. We'll be back in a few weeks. Right now, we're going to have some fun with the rest of Malton.

Manifesto

We, Shotguns At Dawn, seek to;

1. Protect the living populace of the city from the undead, to our fullest degree. In order to meet this end, the following protocols shall be adhered to - violence against the undead community, the provision of medical aid to wounded survivors, the revivification of those who no longer wish to remain undead, and the restoration of unbarricaded/damaged buildings into suitable strongholds.

(Translation; kick zombie ass, heal people, revive some zeds, barricade a building or two...)

2. Destroy groups and/or individuals who engage in criminal acts against survivors. These "acts" include (but are not limited to); murder without reasonable cause, the deliberate destruction of radio transmitters/generators/barricades, and other such actions.

(Translation; we will punish whoever we see fit. Disagree with this notion, and (broadly speaking) you'll die. And no, we don't seek control, nor anything so sinister or complex. We kill people we don't like. End.)

3. Roundhouse kick enough posterior until our burning desire to deliver SWEET JUSTICE has been truly fulfilled.

(Translation; self explanatory...)

Membership (Currently recruiting any able-bodied social misfit bearing firearms/melee weaponry.)

Flatliner - Leader extraordinaire, private eye, deliverer of roundhouse kicks, and "The Juggernaut, bitch!". A man who can utilise Bullet Time better than any damned trenchcoater, and drink any sonoffabitch under the table. He loves the smell of cordite in the morning, and has a power level of NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAND!!!

Saibz0r - The aforementioned relatively normal fireman. Swings an axe like there's no tomorrow. This leads me to believe he was a Norseman in his past life. Also, Saibz0r is a self-confessed lover of dragons. The undead ph34r his 1337 powers, or something. Currently searching for his lost love (a fire engine), with which he'll deliver Sweet Justice.

Bomitour - Utter, utter mentalist. Truly bonkers. Stark, raving insane. Round the twist. A few bullets short of a clip. You get the picture. Bom is KER-AZY. All round, this doesn't seem to affect his ability to crush anything (living or dead) unfortunate enough to incur his wrath. Recent recipient of a prestigious battle honour for his first killing of a Silent Storm member.