User:Lordgrimmie

Though not technically a Lord as such, the mighty civilian peacekeeper Lord Grimmie has joined the ranks of the great 5punk army, in the heavily infected suburb of Chudleyton, where the Mall Tour '06 seems to be concentrated upon at the moment. Slowly raising through the ranks from lowly tea-boy at the Knyfton Row police station to a mid-ranked officer, Grimmie's ran all over the place stocking up on pistols and shotguns only to end up at the centre of survivor operations.. Caiger Mall.

The Diary of Lord Grimmie

3rd April '06

Off we go then! There's been a pub crawl organised by the rest of the 5punkers, so we can write up a 'Malton good beer guide' for the rest of the survivors to read. The Waugh obviously got top marks, restored and maintained by our very hands, but the place I've just arrived in, with DogPants, is rubbish! The wallpaper is caked in mould and ask, there's no beer left in the tap, and the jukebox is playing 'The greatest hits of Agadoo'!

I've got a couple of pistols on me, and I made sure to grab a fancy Mk2 Syringe before we ran off. Next stop looks like the locals may end up being a bit too friendly. And bitey.

29th March '06

I'm back at the waugh now sipping at a fine bourbon whiskey with the guys. My top hat got a bit dusty on they way back from Caiger. What a dissapointment though! There was going to be a big 50-Person assault on zombiekind outside the southwest corner, where my little office was, and the next day the numbers were cut down by about 200. They'd simply just buggered off. Over the next few days the whole hoarde just wobbled off in different directions, till a few token targets remained. I ran off and dead'ed them.. And got eaten in the process.

I dont remember much after that, apart from waking up, only to be beaten over the head visciously by a baseball bat. Then my good mate Spoodie plunged a needle in my forhead and woke me up. Nice chap, him. So, now I'm at the Waugh. Pork scratchings anyone?

12th March '06

Just found this dusty old book laying around on the disty blood-stained floor of Pagram, a single block south of where I'm holed up at the moment. They masnaged to get the generator working a few hours back, so I've prefect light to be writing in here. Zombie break-ins are frequent, but we manage to quash them before they do too much damage. I've heard rumours that the mastermind behind the seige, Xyu plans to meet up with the rest of the hoard some time, but it's all just rumour at the moment.

I found a rather fancy looking pistol the other day. Fully loaded, all shiny and new. I say I found it, wut I really mean I took it from the cold, dead hands of a corpse.. Just before I tossed the body out from the 5th floor of the mall. There's an old man sitting next to me, grumbling. I regognised one of my old comrades outside the other day, it's a very depressing sight, fallen to the undead scum. I'm sure one of the lads'll revive him once this is all over.