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Bloody Bess - Level 42 Military
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Military
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42
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1171
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2010-02-09 06:37:09
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| Alive: The violently bright red splatter of fresh zombie ichor that crosses over her shoulder, into her dark hair and onto her otherwise immaculately-kept top hat looks decidedly at odds with her tidy appearance.
Dead: She's bloody, all right. That missing jaw and vacant stare look is pretty hot right now.
Wearing: a cracked and blood-smeared old monster mask, a white top hat, a diamond necklace, a Caiger Mall staff shirt, a black leather jacket, a red tartan kilt and a pair of black trainers
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Dual Nature/Thank You Kevan
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I have spent YEARS running in these streets. Building to building. Being killed over and over. And over. And over!
I'm fucking sick of it! I feel like I'm going to lose my marbles every day.
And honestly, I've felt lost out there, this whole time. I don't have any ties, any close friends... I've just been running, and fighting, and hiding.
I had a home once. I had a family. I have NO IDEA what happened to them. Are they dead? Did they get out in time? I should count it a blessing that I haven't found any of them shambling about the city, doing some stupid dances in a park or something (Fuck, zombies are weird). But I'd almost feel better if I had.
... I'm just really tired. The world can't end soon enough. I'm just going to hang out, have a drink, and wait. I found a group of people 'caded up in Roftwood to hang out with, they seem like good people.
... I just saw some complete dickhead destroy a Christmas Tree and a bunch of decorations, though. Like, wow, who does that?! So I guess I can't speak for everyone.
Anyway. Bye Malton. Fucking finally!
• Brain Rot (Not that Brain Rot. My Instagram feed. People keep sending me the weirdest shit!)
• Rage (It's what keeps me going every day. That, and spite.)
• Spite (See? Toldya.)
• Advanced Shotgun Training (When you've been drinking for as long and as hard as I have, you get really good at it.)
• Shopping (Yes. We are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. But that's no excuse for putting up with filthy, blood-soaked rags! There's a Mall , change your clothes!)
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(OOC: I didn't want to use an AI render, but lack of time/I can't fecking draw people! Deathy McD (talk) 06:42, 13 March 2025 (UTC) )
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