User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Archive2
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My greatest momment
- I'll vote keep for the thongs again though.--Engel
- I remember that. Vaugely. What idiot suggested them?--73
- You did.--The Gnome
- Ahem. Boy is my face red.--73
- You did.--The Gnome
- I remember that. Vaugely. What idiot suggested them?--73
NOTE: This is a archive, NOT my userpage.
About
Hello, and welcome to my userpage! It's kept massive on purpose, even if people don't actually read the content. Never ask me to summarize what's on here, because I honestly do not know what's written. I wrote a lot of this content a long time ago in one of my spontaneous acts of creative idiocy. That's the good part. Everytime I skim through my user pages, it provides such endless entertainment. I first stumbled upon this game through good ol' google and picked a zombie as my first character. I had never played a text-based game before, or even a zombie one, so things were rough at the start. Hence I picked "Target Zombie" as my character name because I thought I'd die alot as a result of my newb status. I was right. And I still die alot. I have over 70 deaths, despite how careful I am and regardless of me being a pro-survivor (those poor zombies die too much). I have killed alot too, and also used an excessive amount of AP blabbering to people (and zombies) whilst others go around the place like robots and peeing their pants at the first sight of the dead. Lastly, feel free to edit this page and subpages for any grammatical or spelling errors, but only that (don't touch my code without permission from me). |
Wiki Philosophy
This more in terms of wiki development rather than a philosphy of what goes on. I've determined that there are certain levels and sub levels of knowledge for a wiki. The further down the level, the more a wiki member might know and the ability to do more complicated tasks. The following list below depicts each levels, mine being the one highlighted. Sub levels are essentially the same as the level its under, except with the differences specified. Obviously, not every part specified might be known, as there are usually holes in an editor's knowledge or sections that an editor is particularly good at.
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Characters
These are all 3 of my characters. A trenchie (sort of, well not really. A trenchie zombie that turned harman). A PKer and a pacifist. All are insane. I didn't intend it that way. Target ZombieSpecimen: Target Zombie Creation: September 29th, 2006 Popularity:
Alignment: Neutral Good, although sometimes portrayed as Neutral Evil Attire: Straitjacket, target spraypainted shirt, blue jeans and high heels. Current status: Alive Physical appearance: 6.1ft, cuts, bruises, missing toes. Bloodshot eyes, unkempt facial hair. Very poor hygiene. Affiliation: Tikhon Medical Weapon(s) of choice: Hands, boot, shotgun. History: Unamed, or at least forgotten to him, Target Zombie believes he was born somewhere on the streets of Malton and discarded like trash, left to fend for himself. From there he was probably found and put in an orphanage, where he grew up in relative safety. At 12, Target Zombie, er lets call him Jimmy, managed to recall one of his few memories, the one in question being his least favorite. Although still vague, he remembers one of his infrequent outtings, where he fell down a well and smacked his head. Actually, lets call him Timmy. So Timmy fell down a well, smacked his skull and spilled his brains. Luckily, he was spotted and firefighters and paramedics were called. Sadly for poor Timmy, the big bad .....uh ....Mr. Bad was called upon to fix his skull, (remarkably he was still alive). Mr. Bad was evil, so when he patched up Timmy's skull, he placed a device that would force him to walk to his secret laboratory when he regained the ability to walk. When Timmy awoke, the chip inside his brain activated his movements and before the nurses could stop him, he walked out the window and For weeks, perhaps months, Timmah remained in Mr. Bad's laboratory. He was administered many different tests, some biological and others mechanical. By the time the outbreak came, Mr. Bad was long gone and Timmah was left to his own devices. He thought he was safe from the mad man scientist, but alas zombies are bitty. Timmah was infected in the early days of the outbreak. Doctors and scientists desperate for a cure to the virus managed to find Timmah in a gutter and bound and gagged before he could bite. Things were very hazzy for Timmah then, but all he remembered was intense chemical manipulation. He remembers them being unsuccessful and dumping him back in the same gutter, still gagged, chemical soaked and all. He also remembers being tied up, spraypainted with a target and shot at, but you wouldn't like that yucky stuff. To this day, Target Zombie You are inside Tikhon Prime, old socks and severed heads litter the floor. The Cheesy Poof cellar has been extremely heavily barricaded. A kitty farm has been set up. It is running. Bath tubs filled with Cheesy Poofs have been set up, naked patients bathe in them. One of the wards has been decorated with 212 impressionist sculptures. Somebody has spraypainted Tikhon Medical - helping you feel better onto the wall.Since your last turn: • Target Zombie saves little Timmy (3 minutes ago)Chances are, you don't know the significance of that message. SmartiesSpecimen: Smarties Creation: April 29, 2007 Popularity:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil Attire: Assorted multicolored clothes. Current status: Alive Physical appearance: Variable height depending on what shape is taken. Edible, colored candy product. Affiliation: None Weapon(s) of choice: (Dead) Teeth and claws. (Alive) Shotgun, pistol and teeth.
History: Smarties is the evilest of all evil candy. Think of it as chocolate gone horribly wrong, then add a bad corpsey tang with multi-flavored poop coating instead of sugar. It all began on Janurary the 4th, 1986 on what should've been an average day. One of the machines was malfunctioning and the technician sent to fix it never showed up. The manager was on a tight schedule and ordered the factory to stay in operation. Things had continued on as normal for about an hour when the machine suddenly stopped. One of the workers decided to try and hit it, but to no avail. He noticed one of the gears wasn't oiled, but he had no lubricant on hand. Not wanting to get yelled at by his boss, the worker poured rat poison (you can see where this going) on it instead. Luckily, the machine started up again. Another hour passed and the machine stopped again. The same worker checked the machine again and found that the sugar coating squitter was clogged with the food substance. He looked in the sugar glaze tank and saw that it was too low on water and thus too thick. Fortunately, a disabled orphan girl was wander by, so he clubbed her over the head and drained her blood into the tank. He tried the machine again, and it started up as usual. For the third time in three hours, the machine stopped. Now the worker was really pissed. His boss was sure to come and check on things soon and he couldn't find the malfunction this time. In frustration, he hit it with a wrench and slipped on the orphan girl's blood, cursing as he fell. Sadly, the worker didn't take the time to consider what he was cursing about and unlike his laziness before, this time it would really come to harm. A gigantic rift opened and the demon Abaddon stepped through. The worker, in his foolishness, had utterd a summoning spell. Fueled by the worker's random acts of cruelty and stupidy, the demon ate the worker and.... slipped on the orphan's blood just as the worker did, but fell into the chocolate tank mixer and broke a nail. Embarrased by his humorous fall, the Abaddon jumped back in the rift, leaving only his nail. By that time, the boss had come and seen the mess on the floor, the missing worker and the apparently broken machine. Grumbling to himself, the boss plugged the machine back in. To his dismay, the machine only got through one batch before exploding, spewing smarties everywhere. Since the worker incompetence fiasco, no more smarties was able to be produced at the factory, much to the utter confusion of the technicians. Eventually the factory closed down, leaving the (evil) smarties dormant until something woke it up.... Like that cliffhanger, eh? Hehe. You are inside a Nestlé factory, a derelict building with blood staining the floor. The gates to hell have been left wide open. Also here are Abaddon and an undead disabled orphan girl. The Machine has been set up. It is producing smarties. Somebody has spraypainted 666 onto the wall. There are 4,000 dead innocents here.Since your last turn: • undead disabled orphan girl says "Mrh?" (3 years ago) • Smarties refuels the Machine. (0 seconds ago)Yabel
Specimen: Yabel Creation: October 29, 2007 Popularity:
Alignment: True Neutral Attire: Assorted medical clothes. Current status: Alive Physical appearance: --- Affiliation: NecroWatch Weapon(s) of choice: Pacifist - No weapons. History: In the works! Just created! Keep your pants on! I'm still thinking! In the meantime, help yourself to her journal (also not finished). (very close now)(just waiting for when I have the time) |
Awards
Awards that I've been well, awarded. Could possibly include anything from silly little medals given to me by 73 or something else entirely. I might not even be able to fathom it. Oh, did you know why this short useless description is here? It's a clever way to line it up with my sidebar, without leaving a huge blank white splotch. Click to enlarge! - For learning to count and idiocracy.
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Yes, I realize that there's a big gigantic space here. I'll be on it soon. Although, if you have a small monitor, it'll probably be the sidebar that looks messed.
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