Death, perfected
"I do not approve of your methods!"
"Yeah, well... you're not from Ridleybank."
The Gore Corps are the resident Death Cultists of the Ridleybank Resistance Front.
Modus Operandi
You know how annoying it can be to get killed when you're trying to do something? Imagine how annoying it is when your opponent has an easily available auto-hit, auto-kill weapon that's easily available. This is the case when you fuckers come and revive babah zambahz. We, however, are instant and dedicated karma. Combat revive us, please, and will we step over the bodies of your friends, over your barricades and then look you in the eye as we blow away some unsuspecting innocent. We are unstoppable.
Revive us and we barricade your peers out of their strongholds, break generators, execute young innocents hiding in your safe house and turn your needle barns into piñatas. Kill us and we just keep on going in our new flesh. You aren't fighting PKers. You aren't fighting zombies. You are fighting Death Cultists, the total weapon of Malton, the perfection of death.
Genesis
Whilst tearing through Malton with The Big Bash, a group of zombies kept getting needlessly combat revived. Finally instead of throwing themselves out of buildings, they decided it was time to take matters into their own hands and say a hearty "Fuck you" to the harmanz who revived them. When the survivors inevitably threw a shitfit over such PKing, a the most infamous group in Malton's history was born. After gaining approval from Papa, the Gore Corps became the official mischief makers of the RRF.
Joining
In order to join the Gore Corps, you have to be dedicated to making life miserable for the harmanz in Malton, and you must not have Brain Rot. Gore Corps members wait for careless survivors to revive them, and immediately start shooting to kill, overbarricading entry points, and unbarricading resource buildings. If you have what it takes, PM Lord Moloch on the RRF Forums.
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