User:Marieantoinette

The Saga of MarieAntoinette (or How to Keep Your Head)

MarieAntoinette was at one time the beloved Queen of France. Born in Vienna and given in marriage to a wimpy king, she led a privileged existence until the French Revolution swept her adopted country. Hated and almost broken in spirit, she was beheaded in October 1793 to the thrill of on-lookers.

Through a series of horrendous errors, MarieAntoinette's remains ended up in Malton in the mid-1800's. She was unceremoniously buried in a cemetery in Hollomstown. For reasons unknown to her she was one of the first to rise undead. Although not a zombie, but a scientist after all, she began to rebuild her life. She occupied a nearby home and carried on her life as though she had never been dead. She worked at a lab and tried to adjust to new surroundings and the ability to breathe again.

One evening after she let her precious dogs out in the backyard to run around, MarieAntoinette listened in silence as zombies tortured and eventually killed her darlings. It was after that tragic and painful incident she decided, "Enough is enough." Having cried herself hoarse, she knew she could either take her own life and be dead again, or fight the evil running amok in Malton. That night she used her last box of L'Oreal hair color, ate her last bag of Cheetos, and made some coffee in the embers of the fireplace. She was up til 2 AM preparing for departure. In a special container she placed some Mary Kay cosmetics, a box of candles, a tin of hand-rolled cigarettes and lighter, and her Sacred Heart pin. She took all the keys from her Eiffel Tower keychain but one. It was the key to her home. She would place it in the container after she locked the door one last time. She laid her Necrotech jacket at the front door to be worn when she left.

Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow was the first day of the rest of her life. With nothing left to live for but the possibility of finding a better place to be in Malton, MarieAntoinette laid down one last time in her heavenly bed and dreamed sweet dreams of victory. She knew Jesus was on her side.

Le Journal du Marie Antoinette

Saturday 30 June 2007

I left the house today. I am determined to turn this lemon into lemonade. The street was quiet and as I walked I could have sworn I heard a bird or two chirping. When I closed my eyes I could remember what this neighborhood was like before the quarantine. But the stench, the smell or rotting flesh, brought me back to reality. The rubble in the street was unbelievable. I clutched my container and walked as though I knew where I was going. Where will I stay tonight? Do I dare pin my Sacred Heart to my chest? I'm hoping my Necrotech jacket offers some sense of importance. Of course the Sacred Heart may be an invitation to some to harm me. And zombies don't care how important one is...

11 July 2007

Greentown - St Sixtus Church - Reading from the poetry book I found in the library.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And immortality.

Friday 20 July 2007

I found a paper party hat in a pub for the 4th of July. The days pass uneventfully. Life goes on in Malton. I can't find mayonnaise and I'm scared to eat ketchup. What a summer! The heat is unbelievable and I'm finding it hard to stay cool.

I was killed by a zombie last week and became undead again. I am having trouble keeping my head on straight. All around me is confusion and death. I was not prepared for this level of chaos. Places once known to me intimately are somehow foreign in this apocalyptic atmosphere. I have to find my friends, or make new ones. Everyone seems frightening to me. I've holed up in a suburb unknown to me clinging with desperation.

Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?

                                                                                       —Marie Antoinette

Next week I'll try to find a radio frequency to broadcast a program to give hope to Malton. It's so hard to find an available station and install a transmitter. Zombies smash generators and transmitters like they're nothing. It's hard to keep the lights on and power churning.

The smell in the air is unbelieveable. I must find some French perfume...

Friday 31 August 2007

On 27 August, just this week, a Pker named Joachim Kroll came inside the Wrench Hotel where I was staying in and killed me in my sleep. I will get him. Don't worry.

This is what I woke up to that morning:

Since your last turn: • A flare was fired 12 blocks to the east and 13 blocks to the north. (2 hours and 49 minutes ago) • Joachim Kroll said "I refused to watch your movie...and now...I refuse to let you live, Marie!" (1 hour and 55 minutes ago) • Joachim Kroll said "Gimme your guts, Ms. Antoinette!" (1 hour and 55 minutes ago) • Joachim Kroll shot you with a shotgun for 10 damage. (1 hour and 54 minutes ago) ...and again. • Joachim Kroll shot you with a pistol for 5 damage. (1 hour and 54 minutes ago) ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. (1 hour and 52 minutes ago) ...and again. (1 hour and 52 minutes ago) • You were killed by Joachim Kroll. (1 hour and 52 minutes ago) You are dead.

I have never been in a movie. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

A long night again last night. I've been trying to help at the NTs around, but sometimes when I get exhausted and stay the night I'm taking a chance on being devoured by hungry zeds. I have few skills to deal with this madness. I'm slowly catching on to what it takes to survive Malton now. I almost give up hope, and then with sweet revenge I'm back to my senses. A young man, aubrien zombieslayer, has become a pseudo-guardian of mine. He has the skills I need to help me stay alive. He promises to check in when he can and stay in touch with mobile phones we found in Pragnell Arms.

Friday 28 September 2007

I shop now and hunt for bargains at various malls. I have reinvented myself. There are plenthy of men around to help if I look in the right places. I have found churches to give me refuge, and I keep a crucifix close. Two actually.

Friday 26 October 2007

This week I became the Building Manager for Collis Towers in Tollytown. I made new friends in that suburb and they encouraged me to move in and make it a place to try to hide and live. Hopefully our Radio Station (27.26 on your radio dial) will find a permanent home there. Team Enlightenment has asked to use the fourth floor for headquarters. I've obtained a McZeds franchise and construction began today in the courtyard atrium. I've been through so much the last three months. I'm ready to survive this madness. I try to stay busy, as busy as I can wearing red stiletto heels.

I hate to see what Halloween is like this year.

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