User:Luther blessed
Luther blessed is the pseudonyme for the player of two characters living their separate lives in Malton. These characters are:
Artaud
They call him Artaud because he looks like the old french madman with the same name 
. Maybe it was because of this likeness that he was pushed to the company of artists and thus had no choice but to become one himself too. Or maybe he was born with it?
In the early days of the quarantine Artaud used to run a poetry cafe as a member of the Last Poets group. The atmosphere in the cafe was a lively one, and conversations ran smoothly all day long, even though the dead were clawing on the barricades outside. Sometimes they played games with the dead, letting them come in and trying to talk with them. Sometimes this worked out with so much success, that it shook Artaud's view of the whole situation in Malton. Indeed, some of the dead seemed more intelligent than some of the survivors...
First some of the regulars in the cafeteria had the idea - to start death-tripping as they called it. Soon Artaud joined them too. It was highly addictive, spending longer and longer periods of time sleepwalking the streets, waking up with god-only-knows-whose-blood in your hands....
...Until one day Artaud had had enough of the decadence. Everyone around seemed to have lost all joy of life in the midst of this nightmare, and so had he. But he needed to have it back, desperately. The conversations didn't run like they had used to, but he kept trying. New people came in the cafe, bringing news from different corners of Malton, and day by day these news concerned less the problems caused by the undead and more those that survivors were to blame of. And when one had a close look at these survivors, it was stunning to notice there was really nothing to look at. All around Malton faceless (non-descript) survivors were turning the whole existence into a mindless GAME of building barricades, surpassing all human communication. This was a plague in Artaud's eyes, and soon the Aesthetic Judgment was born. It is this group that now gives Artaud his one and only reason to keep away from death-tripping...
Luther Blessed
This young lad studied medicine until he was thrown out of the school for the misuse of pharmaceuticals. He then became a crust punk squatter, a total fucking pro when it comes to breaking into places.
It was one drunken evening with his mates somewhere in a not-yet-quarantined part of the world when someone dared him: "No matter how good you're at it, there's one place you'll never get into..." He woke up with the worst hangover ever in a dusty abandoned shack somewhere in the outskirts of Malton. He can't remember how he did it, but he's inside now. Another thing is to get out...
Having been a listener of the FUACK radio channel already before arriving to Malton, Luther first made an attempt to find these guys, but ran into a horde of zombies first. This was followed by weeks of sleepwalking on the streets, ending up in Gibsonton, where he was lucky enough to find a local squatter group, the Gibsonton Squatters.
Luther's luxorious residence at a corner of Junkyard 83,21:
