User:Dr Phanan
Dr Phanan
A down on his luck ex-test pilot, Dr Phanan is now 25% mechanical and counting. Nicknamed lucky, his lack of fleshy components has lead to amusing encounters with alcohol, zombies and magnets. Currently plying his trade with the Legion of the Octopope, doling out and receiving medical benifits as he sees fit.
Hobbies and interests
Enjoys taking long strolls in the evening with his DNA extractor, occasionally flapping his arms at zombies and running away if he makes the slightest contact. Also has a keen interest in DIY surgery, and the applications of the fireaxe in medicine.
Stats and Skills
Class:
- Necrotech Employee (Lab technician)
Level:
- 21
Group:
Kills:
- None
Skills:
- Free Running
- Hand-to-hand Combat
- Necrotech Employment
- - Lab Experience
- Diagnosis
- - First Aid
- Construction
Current Odds on survival
15:1
The Fight so far
Enraged by Octolegatus Nuabreed's dismissal of his exploits, Dr Phanan decided enough was enough - his biography would be bound in leather. The epic tales that follow are his stories
3/3/07
Found a fireaxe - YAY!
Success! my biography is noteworthy enough to be covered in cow-hide! Literary fame awaits!
4/3/07
Initial testing with the fireaxe reveals it to be an innacurate surgical tool. Out of thirty-odd attempts to make an incision on my first subject, a successful opening was made only once, while, on another occasion, the weight of the damned thing caused me to strike the vict-...patient with my fist. Further testing will be needed. I fear it may have limited medical uses.
5/3/07
I've found myself cut off from my supply of First Aid Kits, by a horde of undead vandals. Luckily there is an alternative supply nearby. Upon restocking, I intended to return to the Octotemple, but the sob story of a non-freerunner stayed my advance, and I am forced to admit I was touched by his tale of woe. And the Claw and teeth marks covering him. Henceforth, I shall be running a clinic in the district for all injured and infected non-freerunners. Maybe I'll get some recognition for it. Hey, it worked for mother teresa.
6/3/07
Ok this is ridiculous. How am I supposed to provide a dedicated medical service when the local community insists on trying to eat my brains? And as if that wasn't bad enough, they've gone and cut off my secondary supply of Aid Kits. The only language they seem to understand is violence, but I swore an oath to "do no harm" dammit! I guess it's time to get (ahaha) Hippocratical.
7/3/07
Graah mbah urrnggh. ronnngggh basambah unngh aaaarrrgaaaannnnggh.
9/3/07
Having spent the last day in an apparently undead state, I've gained a new understanding of the pain and suffering these unfortunates go through, and as such, I have resolved to do something about it.
Kill 'em all.
10/3/07
Upon further contemplation, sampling a bottle of the local poison, and a run-in with some surprisingly agile zombies, I have decided to abandon the above plan (Kill 'em all) and have formed a new plan (Run and Hide).
11/3/07
"Operation: Run and Hide" continues successfully. Now to put "Operation: Jab the people in the cemetary with syringes until they start breathing again" into effect.
12/3/07
"Operation: Jab people in the cemetary with syringes until they start breathing again" is continuing successful. More as this story unfolds.
13/3/07
I've come to the stunning revelation that if I pile debris and furniture around the points of entry into a building, the progress of the mobile dead is seriously reduced. Yet another barrier between my brain and their digestive tract! Success!
16/3/07
Apparently a few planks and a vending machine are no match for the animated dead. I mean, graaah uhhhhnnn baahaaa grag.
20/3/07
I am IMPOTENT with rage! Upon being cured, I hastened to the nearest medical facility to aid in the relief effort, and what do i find? Murder! Murder most foul, masquerading as part of the lifeless and helpless horde! Treachery!
25/3/07
i've spent the last few days hopping from safe house to safe house since the fall of Ayer's cinema. I have not seen another Octolegionaire in that time, apart from those of my brothers unfortunate enough to have been cursed to a living death. Time grows short. I must move my lair to a new location, else the undead horde will discover me as they did in Ayer's.
27/3/07
Things continue very strange in Malton. All is not what it seems. The redemption points are being targeted by hostile undead, as though they would rather feast on the flesh of their grey brethren, than let them return to the land of the living. I do not know if I can render even simple charity to these cadaverous brutes without suspicion staying my hand. Oh what a callous world we live in.
28/3/07
I have become lost on my way back from the Foulke's Village revive points. Hopefully I survive the night. My companions, or at least the living denizens of the shelter I've found are silent and brooding. I'm keeping to myself. THis adventure into Malton seems more and more ill-advised each and every day.
2/4/07
I've managed to link up with members of the legion. My timing could not have been better. Our scouts have reported a horde of zombies moving in our direction. Time to dig in and pray.
5/4/07
While out patroling the redemption points, i encountered a group of undead beside the local NT building. But these were different. These seemed...organised. Needless to say, I fled.
13/4/07
Research continues into the medical use of the humble fire-axe, paricularly in areas of total lobotomy, and quick-fire autopsy on the animate dead. I've linked up with the staff of tikhon medical, who, though back at their post, seem shaky, and had fortified themselves into their base of operations - unusual for this normally open team. Thought for the day -isolation breeds paranoia.
12/6/07
At last, I've found a pen and time to record my ever unravelling thoughts. The legion is scattered from foulkes village, and the henly has fallen. I must find some of my brothers in arms before the lurking horrors of this city destroy me utterly. Already I have come too close to the brink... movement in the hallway, I must go.
2/7/07
I found refuge with the legion not long ago, falling through a skylight into the selway buiding. fortuitously, my comrades were the inhabitants of the structure, and after a sound thrashing for scaring the ess haytch one tee out of them, finally recognised me. joy.
11/5/09
So this is where this old thing got to? Behind a shelf in tikhon medical. I'm surprised it has not been used for kindling. Time to put it to use
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