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Peter Macgahara (before)
I was a simple man. Still am I think, but not in the same way.
Lived my life in the most boring way anyone could, afraid of anything that could make me feel the slightest pain, moving between home and an office job dealing with retarded rich people that wanted to drown themselves in the money they robed... And the worst part, I liked it. I loved the routine, the comfort, the little life of small pleasures... Little did I know...
The company was bought by a rival, and like many others I was left in the street to survive. I tried to find a job but I was only one among many... I started failing interviews, stopped getting out of the house at all, made my girlfriend leave me... I had nothing else to stay for in that rotten town, in that rotten life...
Gathered some food, packed a backpack, and torched my house down. As I saw it burn, my soul sparked, briefly. I didn't felt human anymore...
Wandered for some time from town to town, with no path in mind. It was then I got to Malton. Danversbank was a peaceful clean suburb, just like any other I passed by on my trips. But this time it would be different. I would stay, even against my will.
Life in Malton
Out of nowhere they came... one, and after a while another, then four, ten more, then hundreds swarming the streets, eating people, smashing windows and doors. I run as fast as I could, with my trained legs from all the travelling I'd done.
Hidden for two days, without anyone around, in a small water-tower I saw horrible things, heard hellish screams that made my blood freeze, cries and moans... For two days I was in shock... And then there it was, that little spark in my soul like when I had burned my house down. But this time it grew, inflaming me! I could feel again. And I felt angry, with fate, with the world, with people and finally with myself for giving up. I wouldn't give up no more.
After preparing myself, just after dawn, I run to the nearest PD. It was completely empty of human life, but had some dead inside. Got myself some guns and ammo and drunk some coffee that was left.Even found a bottle of whiskey on someone's crippled desk. Gathered some woods from the destroyed desks and started barricading the building as good as I could. What in hell was I in?!? Why were people behaving like that?!?
While barricading lost in my thoughts I felt someone behind me. With slow moves I turned and saw it for the first time up close... It seamed alive, slowly getting closer, but the shotgun hole in it's chest and the creepy moans said otherwise... It was definitely dead and up to no good... One by one the dead inside the building got up and I was trapped inside by my own hands. This was it, to live or to die and be like them. I would make shore that they wouldn't leave.
Start shooting them, blowing heads and limbs, making holes in beings that didn't felt a thing. I was cornered but I was making them fall. At the last shotgun bullet, with a zombie at three feet, I didn't had to think much. It run against me fast as lightening, bit my shoulder and I shot it in the throat blasting it's head in bits all over the room. I had won. I had conquered my fear. But not quite conquered myself as I felt dizzy and feverish right after the beast bit me. I knew something wasn't right... I was a zombie movie fan and I knew what was happening now.
With all the strength I had left, I dumped the bodies outside and barricaded the place even more. And waited...to die...
A sudden burst of sound awake me from my infected slumber. I crawled to the roof to look outside. To south I could see the Walls, built around the town and the survivors trying to climb it just to be pulled down by the zombies. But the sounds came from north. At far I could see a well organized crowd. "Not again..." I thought but then I realized they couldn't be zeds. As they got nearer I saw that they seemed like a strike team, with some civil survivors on their trail. I got the PD flag on fire so they could see the safe house but they didn't and got inside another building killing every zombie on their way. I was getting really tired... I needed to sleep... just for a while... Just...for...a....
I fell into a limbo state. Sometimes I was sober, others felt like a dream while I smashed things against the walls and cades with an uncontrollable rage. A figure came near but I couldn't react or see it clearly. He said something I couldn't understand and then I felt a needle and I went to deep sleep.
I didn't knew how many days it had passed since I was bitten but I felt great. A little hungry but great. Near me was a note:
You were very lucky. We cured your infection at the last minute. Nice idea with the burning flag.
You seem like a good soldier. Good cades, well armed, 15 dead zed bodies at the PD doors?!? Hell, if you are alone, I would like to have you on our side. Come to the KodT training camp at Wray Heights.
DEM
Now that was surreal. I had been saved by some rogue zombie killing team, and they were recruiting...me?!?
I had nothing to loose, no place to go. Why not? So I packed again, restocked my ammo and whiskey and burst through he cades running like crazy!
After a while I got used to living in caded buildings for a day and moving, helping who needed help, healing, cading, something. I was useful after all and made some friends along the way.
After arriving to the camp I got a brief but complete training that would help me more then I would image at the time. A horde of zeds filled the streets and the camp was sure to be destroyed. We fought back as well as we could but it was a lost cause. In the middle of the battle I lost good friends and I wanted vengeance It was then that I received a note from MCDU, to join them. It was a privilege to be a part of a team like the one that saved me way back in Danversbank.
I felt to be in the right place. I still do. Now it's time to make a real difference. More then a survivor, I'm now an enforcer.
MAY THE HOUNDS OF HELL BE UNLEASHED UPON THE EVIL THAT LURGES MALTON! LET THE CLEANSING BEGIN!
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Malton Civil Defense Unit
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| Peter Macgahara is a member of the MCDU.
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Journal
November 17th, 2009 - Alone... Been alone for months... I have been forsaken... Haven't seen any one of my team. I think they're dead... I'm alone... But... But the mission has to go on. I... I have orders... I will do the mission. The mission is the only thing that keeps me alive... The rogue operation as turned me into a rogue soul... Zeds, beware... OR NOT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I tHiNk i'M GoInG cRaZy AHAHAHAHAHAH WHY AM I ALONE?!? AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
September 25th, 2009 - I'm in a rogue operation. Solitude is my companion now. Sometimes I see a MCDU member, now and then, but this mission is a difficult one. I've been killing so many zeds and cading so many buildings that I lost track of the days that I'm wet in zed blood... But I love every minute of it! My bloodlust is insatiable! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH I WILL KILL YOU ALL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH (Peter Macgahara 12:32, 25 September 2009 (BST))
About Peter
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Proud To Be Alive
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| This user is a survivor and proud of it.
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Weapon of Choice
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| This user's weapon of choice is his Pistol.
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Trigger Happy
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| This user has guns. Do not cross them.
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Military
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| This user is in the Military and is probably off trying to control the zombie outbreak.
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Heavy Arms
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| This user or group has Heavy Arms and will use them if provoked.
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OMG, Yet Another Headshot!
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| This user is amazed their zombie can still lurch after so many headshots.
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Private
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| This user is a private in the military and is probably off pumping lead into a zombie.
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Mutual Aid
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| Aid the community and the community aids you.
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| This User or Group advocates mutual aid by means of being helpful, creative, and cooperative in-game, on the Wiki, and everywhere else in Urban Dead; in other words, not being a horrible, useless bastard.
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Dont do it.
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| Dont try to kill every zombie, you wont win.
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Tags
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Roleplaying Notice
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| Notice: This User or Group enjoys the RPG aspect of MMORPGs, the category of games that Urban Dead falls into. As such, there is probably quite a bit of roleplaying and/or creative writing on this page and in said User/Group's in-game actions. In other words, if you think the difference between IC and OOC is "One has an 'I' and the other has two 'O's," buzz off.
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Boobs Lover!
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| Peter loves boobs and can easily be hypnotized by them even while being eaten by zeds!
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Boobies!!
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| This user or group digs sweater puppies!
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'Grammar'
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This user or group supports the use of
proper grammar and spelling on the Wiki.
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Vagabond
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| This user calls nowhere home and wanders around like a clueless idiot.
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Secret Agent
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| This user knows no fear, knows no danger, knows nothing
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Cats
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| This user loves cats.
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Male
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| This user is male.
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Code Stealer
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| This user is a wiki code stealer, and probably stealing your sidebar while you read this.
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RUN!
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| Zombie Ostrichs are out to get us!!
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Anime Lover
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| This user loves anime and is a devoted otaku.
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What is Love?
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| This user can do the bitchin' head bobbing thing.
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Pagan
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Peter Macgahara is a Pagan and will happily make martyrs out of religious fanatics.
Fire, sword or bullet?
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Gnap! Gnap!
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| This smurf is really smurfed and wants to smurf everyone in the smurf!
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Linux
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| Peter has and supports Ubuntu Linux.
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Windows Sucks
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| This user thinks Windows is a load of shit.
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Portuguese
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| Portuguese, and proud to be.
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Alts
Malgahara@UD| Malgahara@Wiki - Is a LADAL member.
