User:Brashnard
I was airdropped into the infested city of Malton on August, 9 2006 at 001830 hours. My mission, top secret. There are groups out there that probably would like to have me but I must politely decline. I will gladly battle alongside you, just not with you. Why? Because I'm free. I do what I want and go where I please. No one tells me what to do and I don't get in trouble because no one can give me orders. I also stay on my best terms with everyone, which is neutral. Everyone has some reason or agenda for killing someone else, that's why I prefer not to get involved or wave the badge of your group around. You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. We'll get along fine. Some of you may think I'm turing a blind eye to a problem that's right in front of me. Say what you will, I'll leave the building when I get tired of listening to you. This doesn't mean I'm without exceptions however. I will target zed spies or anyone commiting some real major atrocities against humanity. Well, that's all I've got to say for now. You can read my journal below if you wish. So what's your story?[1]
You have a voice, USE IT!
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Battle of Giddings |
| This user or group was among the living that fought honorably against the Big Bash 2 in the one month long Battle of Giddings. |
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Remember the 5th of November |
| This user or group supports the vendetta against the undead of Ridleybank. |
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Blackmore Bastard |
| This user or group would
much rather be a Bastard than have 3 papas. 8/18/06 - 10/13/06 |
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Sexy Blackmore Bastard |
| This user fought in the 2nd Battle of Blackmore and proudly wears this home made badge on his knee. where he kicked the ever famous dickholeguy in the nuts.. TWICE! |
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Weapon of Choice |
| This user's weapon of choice is his M4 Carbine. |
Too bad I ran out of ammo for it after only a few days in Malton.
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Hell |
| This user is going to Hell. |
Who here isn't?
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Ban Stupidity |
| This user or group does not tolerate stupid people. |
I tell you once, you are a newb. I tell you twice, you are stupid.
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Trigger Happy |
| This user has guns. Do not cross them. |
6 pistols and 4 shotguns, most fully loaded.
Journal
The longer I stay in this city, the more I want to write a story about it. Well, this is my story, if anyone cares to read it. Really its just a collection of notes I've been keeping. Some details may not be fully accurate. I fill in where I can and dramatize ocassionally, otherwise I try to be as accurate as possible. I'll post my notes here as I remember them or feel like writing.
December 06
-Return to Creedy
Fort Creedy is abuzz with activity! There are a lot of survivors and Zeds alike here. I'm in the infirmary now. Zed got in the armory and nearly took my neck off. I'm exhausted but doing what I can to stay alive. If I have the time or strength I'm helping others do likewise.
-Back to Giddings.
Ok, so Creedy didn't last too long. During my retreat I stopped at a hospital (or maybe it was a fire station). While I was there I quite clearly remember bandaging up Ron Burgundy himself. Honestly, at the time I had no idea how very important, legendary, or classy he was! Had I known I would have been more honored to treat him... but probably not. I have managed to find my cardbox house still intact at Giddings and I intend to rest here for a good long while. There are some Zeds outside but I'm sure its nothing we can't handle. Ahhh, home sweet home.
-Special Victims Vigilante
I was a bit late at getting the news but I've heard reports of sexual assaults occuring throughout Malton. I will turn a blind eye to theft, arson and murder in the city, but this I will not tolerate. If I ever happen to come across anyone reponsible for this, I will force myself upon them... with a shotgun! Too bad I don't have any of those exploding rounds left.
-Merry Effing Christmas!
Giddings Mall got hit hard by a group of zombies the other survivors called Shacknews. I managed to make it out and now it looks like I'll spending Christmas Eve in Dowdney Mall. It's not home, but at least its safe... I think. Some people have set up Christmas lights and trees in here. I feel bad for the poor trees having to survive in this infested city, only to end up propped up as a decoration for our spiritual enjoyment. If said tree was serving as a barricade then maybe I wouldn't feel so bad. I managed to find a CD by some parody artist. I think I'll listen to his appropriately named Chirstmas at Ground Zero before I nod off. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Malton!
November 06
-Welcome to the Urban Jungle
This is what I call an adventure! I've heard that Ridleybank is the most dangerous suburb in Malton and I'm loving every minute of it! I'm helping other survivors hold a place called Blackmore. The fighting here is intense! Now and then I'll get daring, pop outside and waste a few Zeds. I'm also making trips in between here and Nicholas Mall for supplies, espically first aid kits (we need lots of those here). How long can we last???
-Blackmore, the Real Fort!
Not long ago I heard reports on the radio and from other survivors about some military choppers seen over Fort Creedy and Perryn. I wonder what they are doing there? I'd love to go and check it out but I won't leave behind this epic battle in Ridleybank!
-Rough Night, Rude Awakening
I'm so tired. The Zeds slowly piled into Blackmore. We tried to stop them but there was nothing more we could do. I made a run for Nicholas Mall, exhausted. I slumped down on my pillow inside my tent in the sporting goods area and fell right to sleep. I woke sometime the next day to the moans of Zeds... too many Zeds. Fack, they were all over the place! Its a wonder I wasn't dead yet. Someone had spraypainted Get the hell out of here!!! onto one of the walls. I couldn't agree with that person more! Time to see what's been going on at Fort Creedy.
October 06
-An Apology
First off, my sincere apologies to any Zeds I may have blasted at cemetaries. I am now aware of and respect the Sacred Grounds Policy. Hell, I didn't even know what a revive point was then! Again, I am sorry!
-All's Well
I have to admit, things are getting boring around here. Maybe I'm crazy because I know its safe here, but I want something a little more... dangerous. I hear there's some crazy stuff going on in the suburb of Ridleybank. Maybe I'll check that out after I light up a few Zeds at Creedy. Hmm, its getting awfully foggy outside.
September 06
-Fort Creedy
I have found some maps of Malton and have found out from other survivors which parts of the city are safe or dangerous. By now I have used up all of my exploding rounds (sadly) and need supplies. Before August came to a close I managed locate Fort Creedy and stayed there for some time, my daily routine being pretty much the same. Stock up on ammo and reload. Sleep. Go out and kill Zeds then back to Creedy. Sleep. That changed when a mob of Zeds started breaking in. People were being killed every few minutes. I took a peek outside and that was the last I saw of Creedy. I took off running, not knowing where to go but hoping I could find somewhere safe for the time. Oh how I'd love to figure out how to get into one of those big malls and loot it for all its worth!
-Home Sweet Pitneybank
I have discovered the secret of free running and made it into Giddings Mall. I quickly grew fond of the place and the other survivors. There is the ocassional attack on one human by another by a crazy lesbian, but whatever. As long as she leaves me alone. Until this mess is all over, I'm thinking of calling Pitneybank "home" for the time being. Enough writing, back to the daily routine!
August 06
-An Angel fallen into Hell
The green light went off in the plane and I jumped out, knowing full well what I would be landing in. I hit the ground somewhere in the southeast section of Malton. A quick survey of the area, looked clear. I spent the first day wandering the area, trying to get my bearings. Holy Trent Reznor, corpses everywhere! I look over them, wondering who they could have been and what end they came to. I push the thoughts out of my head and push on. It wasn't long before I heard the inhuman groans and found myself surrounded by Zeds. I cut loose on them, watching with glee as my high-explosive rounds penetrated their soft heads and blew them apart! I gave my custom M4 Carbine a loving pat on the handle before running off for a place to hide. I won't forget spending my first night in the city inside a bank, alone, with the doors shut and locked. I look back on it now and realize how easily I could have been killed. Guess I was lucky.
-I Dream of Zombie
I remember what my superiors told me about staying inside what they called "buildings of interest". Regardless I felt safe inside that hospital among several other survivors in the city. I didn't say anything to them, they didn't say anything to me. We got along just fine. I seem to recall... I remember Zeds getting in one night while most of us were asleep. I remember being dragged down the hall. What happened next felt like a dream. I remember banging on the doors of the hospital, craving human flesh. Eventually someone came by and stuck a needle into the back of my neck and everything went black. I woke up to find myself outside the hospital. My ears were ringing and I think I vomited a couple times, but otherwise I felt ok. I wasn't sure what happened, but I'd take precautions to be more careful in the future.
