User:Carrion Fester
Carrion Fester
Member since December 2005.
Current location: Spicer Hills.
Mission: Forcibly convert the unfaithful. Inflict massive suffering upon evil scientists, purging their wickedry through multiple infectious bite wounds.
Known in life as: The Butcher of Buttonville.
In the years before the outbreak, things in Malton were no different than in any other megalopolis, you had your good and your bad. In Buttonville, they had a lot of both. Thing is, almost all of the bad resided in the soul of one man. Noone who saw him spoke of it for the dead, in those days, said nothing and did not move. In fact, few who saw him were themselves ever seen again, for the Butcher enjoyed dragging his screaming victims back to his lair, there to be chopped up and served, during daylight hours, at the Buttonville Butchery, Buttonville's local meat market. As the proprieter and sole employee of the Butchery, the fat man's cover was secure.
Poetic justice, in all it's twisted glory, prevailed. On a night some months after rumors of an outbreak of some kind in the nothern suburbs which he had let go from his mind as nothing more than overreactions the like of Orsen Well's debacle in the 1940's, whilst he dragged a freshly hacked-to-death corpse toward his industrial-sized meat grinder, it jerked, then grabbed him and took a bite of his wrist. Screaming, the fat man let go of the body, but it didn't let go of him. Like out of some horror movie, the corpse of his victim, which he had intended on cutting up and eating, now seemed to want to eat him, and was doing a good job of it. Losing his composure completely, the fat man ran screaming up the stairs to the front door of his establishment and right into a mob of zombies who rightly smelled blood coming from the building. The zombies stopped for a dramatic moment, apparently delighted at the juicy morsel that had just served itself to them. Eager to join the zombie still attached to his left arm, the mob made a buffet of his internal organs, and left what was left of his corpse in a junkyard outside of a schoolhouse.
Upon rising, he remembered only his insatiable hunger for human flesh, but found himself utterly alone. He saw no signs of life anywhere, and so he wandered, hoping he was not indeed in some hell in which he hungered but could not eat. Eating zombies might have become neccessary, if he had not, in his wanderings, found adequate food. During his wanderings, he had a vision, that of a church in a central suburb where humans were being conned into entering a church for their salvation, and receiving it through zombification! He thus dedicated himself to this end.
His frantic, yet slow, search for the Church led him to the massive klstrfk known to the braver breeds of harmaanz as Stanbury Village, translatable into zombie tongue as "smorgasboard". Having reoccurring memories of the unrepentant overeating which led to his obesity flooding his mind, the seemingly never-ending supply of haarmannz had him fixated like a small child in a candy store. "Carrion", the name he adopted for himself now, also seems to remember he never liked cops in life, and thus especially loves to have lunch at the Daynes Alley Police Dept.
The call of the Church is resonating in what's left of his rotten brain, however. Slowly, reluctantly, he sets his course toward Molebank. Whatever is in his way he can eat, but Molebank, the Cathedral of St. Jude, is now his goal.
1/7/06: Carrion Fester arrives in Molebank! Slowly lurching into the suburb, he sees the spires of the sacred temple of the Church of the Resurrection. Yet, before he can reach it's gleaming halls, his brain ceases momentarily to function, and he is left staring at his goal, blank look of utter confusion on his face, as if eternally confounded as to why he cannot continue further.
Later that day, Carrion wakes from his stupor, and shambles toward the glistening lights of the sacred Cathedral of St. Jude. Another look of utter confusion spreads across his maggot-ridden face as he realizes he is alone, and the doors are barricaded. Unable to find the rest of the Church, Carrion headed to the nearest group of zombies he saw. A human approached the group, but none so much as attacked it. The rage of being denied entry to the sacred Cathedral, and being surrounded by willing sinners desiring revivification urged him to attack the evil scientist militant, but before he could get his infectious, blackened teeth on it, again he was hit with the stupor. Dazed, he stood there.
1/8/06: Waking from the annoying stupor that overcomes him, Carrion realizes that the evil scientist had left the group, and the other zombies seemed to be standing together in a stupor similar to his own. "This is what I look like?" he wondered with what was left of his brain. Shrugging, he turned back toward the Cathedral and shambled that direction. Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, the barricades had not yet been dissassembled, so he attempted to do it himself, until the inevitable stupor overtook him again. When he awoke this time, he found himself lying on the ground again, staring upward at a human who apparently did not realize he was not just another corpse. The unfortunate survivor wore the emblem of the Knights of St. Jude, The Church's sworn enemy, and so Carrion lept from the ground and mauled the mortal, knocking it down and slowly eating it alive. After breakfast, Carrion wandered back to the group of zombies he knew to be awaiting blasphemous revivification. "Let them wait", he thought, for he knew he could wait there, too, in complete saftey, waiting for dinner to come to him...
1/9/06: Not seeing the evil scientist during his waking moments, Carrion followed the sounds of other zombies' feeding groans, hoping to find dinner. He wandered to the place from whence the groaning came, but found nothing but chewed-up corpses, apparently he had missed happy hour at the buffet. Nonplussed, he wandered outside the building again. Realizing he was farther from the glistening lights of the most sacred Cathedral of St. Jude than he cared to be, he hurriedly shambled back towards it, falling prey to the stupor once again outside a factory.
1/10/06: Carrion wakes to find himself with more holes in his body than he remembered having, and once more laying on the ground. The smell of gunpowder interrupts the normally overpowering stench of his decaying corpse just enough to fill his rotted nostrils, and he realizes he has been blown away with a shotgun, and one of those shots was to his noggin. Making sure his jaws still work, and realizing that he has barely enough energy to stand, let alone find a large group of zombies to hide in, he opts to lay there some more until his strength returns.
1/12/06: After spending a day chasing newbie scientists and munching on whoever stood still long enough, Carrion returned to the Cathedral, and, to his shocked amazement, the NE corner was WIDE OPEN! Dashing inside and turning the corner, he saw his nemesis, or rather a group of his nemisi, but recognized both the weak one he'd munched on earlier [Cdrwcry] and the vile leader of the hated Knights of St. Jude, [Jonny America]! He bum-rushed Jonny America and began taking large chunks of flesh from his forearms as he frantically attempted to protect himself. (Did a good job, too, only hit him maybe 6 times). Beginning to feel the drain of energy that preceded the imminent, yet infinitely annoying, stupor creep across his rotten skin like so many maggots already were, raising what hair he had left on what he had left of his arms, he ran from the Cathedral, adopting the guerrilla tactic so as to escape to a safer place to fall into stupor. "Him wut eetz an' rung 'wey, gitz t'eet nuddrr dey"
1/15/06: Carrion spent a few days banging on the barricades of the church, then got bored and returned to the group of unrepentant zombies willingly and anxiously awaiting that most blasphemous of unnatural misdeeds, revivification, there hoping to eat a tasty scientist. No scientist seemed to have been on duty for the last few days, and there was none now. Feeling both hungry and angry at the foolish heathen undead who did not appreciate their gifts, he looked around and noticed amongst them one he had attacked earlier, who still bore his teethmarks. Unleashing his remaining action points on her, he accepted the half-xp and sour taste of zombie flesh as an end more fitting than more useless banging on the walls of the Cathedral.
Waking from his stupor on Sunday, he found himself looking up at the sky again, with another method of ventilation in his skull that had not been there prior. Sighing, he grabbed the ankle of a zombie near him and pulled himself up semi-slowly, but with far less exertion than he had before. He realized he was becoming stronger, despite the fact more pieces of him were rotting off or being blown away. He had seen the green infection spread across the skin of any he bit but failed to kill, he understood now that it was him that was spreading it. He had been given a blessing by Sweet Zombie Jesus to spread the gospel vicariously! He could now simply sow the seed, and watch it grow! Granted, to his fault, gluttony prevails in his mind, and whenever possible, he gorges upon the corpses of his victims, until there is no more or the stupor paralyzes him again, long enough for the corpse to rise on it's own.
As Carrion rose to his feet, he heard the feeding groans on the wind, directing him toward where he intuitively knew the main body of the Church had headed. Following the groan, he found a building with 3 humans, two young boys fresh from home with play guns and no xp, and a high-level military man who, to his credit, had never died. Carrion decided to bless him with the condition of undeath for the first time in this harmannz existance, bestowing the blessing of Sweet Zombie Jesus and effectively popping his death cherry. Once the twitching, bloody corpse of the soldier lay still, Carrion turned his attention to the fat one with a baker hat on. More dexterous than one would think for someone named eg puffmuffin (or something to that effect), he dodged each of Carrion's neck-lurching bites until he was saved by the stupor that spread across Carrion's face and rolled his eyes back as he stood there, swaying a little.
1/16/06: Carrion found himself outside the building when he awoke. No shot to the head, he thanked Sweet Zombie Jesus, and stood up with little to no effort. On the wind he heard the normal shrieks and sirens, a helicopter here and there, and now his blood simmered as he heard the familiar dinner call from WWZJD. Considering for a moment whether to follow the groans which echoed from hours ago, or to continue toward North Blytheville, his stomach, that most powerful and invulnerable organ of his body, got the better of him, and on to the sacred Cathedral he went. To his orgasmic suprise, WWZJD stood at the SE corner, welcoming him into the open sanctum meat locker. Leaping through the doorway, Carrion saw humans in every corner save the one he was currently standing in, but made a run at the first one he saw that wore scientist's dressings. Luckily, this harman had already been chomped at, and the eater stood there swaying a little, obviously stuck in the same stupor that constantly aggravated Carrion. Figuring there's no harm in finishing someone else's job (meal), he set about to eat the evil scientist who's jacket namebadge said [Qin Ming].
As he was munching, Carrion became aware of another harmann, one who seemed summoned by the one who ran out as Carrion had set upon eating the scientist. This harman quickly attacked a defenseless zombie in another corner, one who had taken a few bullets already. Carrion's gluttony outweighed his anger, and so he finished the scientist before turning to face this vengeful menace. By the time he did finish the last drops of blood from what was left of the corpse of Qin Ming, he turned to see the zombie killer finishing off the zombie who's dinner he had just finished, and the harman seemed to be glancing at him as it's next target. Carrion lunged at him, and took a big bite, happily watching the green infection from his saliva run up into the harmanz veins. The harman then turned and shot at Carrion, not even throwing him off balance. Carrion had learned, now, that for every bite he took out of a harman, he felt better and holes in him seemed to almost "heal". Taking another bite out of the zombie killer, he proved this point, gaining almost as much health back as the bullet had taken from him. The zombie killer hit Carrion with only two bullets, out of the however many he fired, but Carrion took 3 bites out of him, and then, feeling the power-draining stupor arise in him again, turned, ran, and jumped out of the Cathedral window to escape with his last AP.
1/17/06: Waking to find himself dead yet again, attacked by low level nobodies and offed by an aspiring low level zombie. (I wonder if it was the same player who's survivor was shooting at me before the same low level zombie came back on 2 hours later and finished me off. I honestly don't mind giving xp to low level chars that need it, but I don't like to be double-teamed). He chased a scientist around the revive point, biting him once to infect him, ruining his day at the least, and then continued on to follow the dinner call a few blocks away and closer to the rest of the group. When he arrived at the Farewell Place PD, he was apparently blessed by Sweet Zombie Jesus again to be granted a second chance to evangelize [Qin Ming]! Joyously Carrion rushed who he now knew (from eating parts of his brain) to be the leader of the Chi Vai Hunters, and began munching upon him. The last time they met, Qin Ming had been wounded, but this time, he was apparently freshly revivified, and at a full 60 tasty hit points. By the time the stupor reclaimed Carrion's body, he had eaten Qin Ming down to 16 hp, and other zombies were eating other survivors in the building (one was called Chop A Lot, I remember).
1/18/06: Waking outside with more new ventilation going through his mind, Carrion feels the call of the Church approaching his hometown, Buttonville, and wishes to rush to welcome them to what was once his home, although he hardly rembembers it. On the way, outside of an auto repair depot in Lerwill Heights, he saw a stupid harmanz staring in terror at 3 zombies who had all apparently fallen into stupor. Whether he intended on attacking them or if they had failed to attack him was unclear. That not being the matter at hand, or mouth in Carrion's case, he rushed over to the stupefied harmanz and managed to infect him with his last bit of conscious control he had. "You attack Money692 for 4 damage. They drop to 46 HP. They become infected. You have run out of Action Points."
1/19/06: When this time he awoke, he was standing alone by a pile of dead bodies, most mangled and destroyed in such ways that Carrion could not even tell if he had eaten at any of the bodies lumped together. Some sort of modern artist would find that pile invaluable, he thought. He was a modern artist, he remembered. He remembered all the piles of bodies he had once at the butchery, how he refused to take pictures of the beauty he saw because of fear of cops seeing it, and thus he now dined on cops. Continuuing to heed the call of the Church as they neared Buttonville, he continued lurching to the SE, munching on what he could find along the way. Thankfully, today, he had two snacks, one that died rather quickly, but tasted great, and another in a police station, where Carrion fell into stupor mid-bite.
1/21/06: Upon waking, he found the idiotic sleeping harmanz still there with him, so he finished him off, then set off to the borders of Buttonville. Once there, he found a building in which to wait, with supper awaiting him inside.
1/22/06: Feeling the presence of the Church nearby, Carrion set off at a lurching pace to seek out the sanctuary of St. Mark's. Coming across a power station under attack by zombies, he walked it's perimeter, studying it's barricade levels before realizing his efforts would do little good to assist, and then resumed course. Upon arrival to the Cathedral, Carrion Fester exlaimed his pure joy and ecstasy to all near him in each corner of the building which had people in it. He then returned to the side of Reverend Dickie Fux, eager for his first sermon...
1/23/06: Inevitably, Carrion got hungry again, and decided to rummage around Spicer Hills rather spicier southwestern corner. He found a loosely barricaded hospital that a few zombies were banging on, finished off the barricades (something like taking the wrapping off of a candy bar for him), and ran inside to harmannzz buffet. Carrion finished off the most wounded one first, then began on another before the damn stupor overcame him mid-snack.
