User:Team Meat
| Team Meat | |
| Abbreviation: | N/A |
| Group Numbers: | 2 |
| Leadership: | Detective's A Clarke & J MacLane |
| Goals: | Survival and doing it to an awesome rock 'n' roll soundtrack |
| Recruitment Policy: | Anyone living |
| Contact: | Anyway you can |
The Humble Origins of Team Meat Team Meat began it's days on the 4th of August when two cop partners discovered Malton's doughnut supply was truly depleted. Now living off a diet high in rock 'n' roll and zombie brain smashing they hope they can get through the doughnut drought, even if that means going cold turkey.
Team Meat: The Lives and Times of... August 4th- our handsome hero, Detective A Clarke set out from Burdekin Alley police station in Galbraith Hills in search of sustainance, requiring his daily bread... well, dough based confectionary. On the same day his partner and possible love interest Detective J MacLane began traversing the streets of Malton looking for something with a blueberry jam filling and slight layer of dusting. On her way around Malton Detective MacLane became exhausted from Doughnut-deprivation (D-D in the profession) and fainted (after finding many useful artifacts.) Elsewhere in another suburb Clarke was mooching between buildings worrying that the Doughnut-deprivation was sinking in as he was hallucinating about Mexican penguins dancing around a moose called Elmo. Eventually Clarke holed up in Adey Plaza fire station. Meanwhile Maclane had been seduced by Mr. Sandman and was dreaming away quite happily until a stray zombie decided to chew on her head. Thus ending Maclane's living for then. Awoken by the urge to pee, Clarke found hiself confronted with a zombie and shot... doing bugger all, the delerium of doughnut deprival was too much to handle as Clarke felL back to sleep.... Fortunately members of the Havercroft Mobile Defence Squad were on hand to save him, and use their understandings of first aid to patch up zombie inflicted wounds.
August 5th- Shattered by the lack of doughy-goodness and the mysterious disappearnce of MacLane (now a shambling man-eater(not the first time it's been said))Clarke started the day looking for anything useful and found a flare gun, wirecutters and a first aid kit... oh and a radio, which he dropped and then found again. At the same time, cold, lonely, alone and in need of brains MacLane wandered the streets Mrh-ing at any passer-by. Her eyes said love me, her brain said revive me. MacLane's living dead body continued on in search of a revivie point, her lifeless-yet-able-to-move-and-groan body in search of help... Clarke continued to sift through the rubble until he was tired and returned to Adey Plaza fire station where he would spend the remainder of the evening picking his nose and flicking it at other survivors.
August 6th- Detective Clarke woke with a spasm in his left arm, he'd fallen asleep on it. He set off for a mooch around Havercroft going to a nearby hospital finding a single first aid kit, encumbering him now to a total of 18%. He returned to Adey Plaza for a nap due to breathing problems brought on by his asthma. "Shafooosh" Clarke fired a flare in the face of a nearby zombie narrowly missing by 14ft... before unloading the rest of his pistol ammo into the decomposing monster. MacLane continued her undead wandering, her legs, smelling of off cheese lead her toward Molebank, stopping along the way to nibble on a happless military guy, occasionally missing. MacLane reached Holland Alley in Molebank, a well checked revive point of the ArcAngels and stopped....
Policies For those who are about to rock, there are no policies, we are cops who can't catch a break and will break anything in order to catch said break.
However we will; be friendly and polite at all times, offer support and assistance where needed, kick some ass if that is required to sustain our own lives, do favours in return for nothing (maybe a sly back hander *wink wink nudge nudge*) and hold a grudge if you bring it on yourself.
Detective A Clarke "We aint got no beef with nobodies, nuh huh."
Recruitment Although it may say any one living, we don't mean just anyone. No minorities, no PKers, GKers and no RKers. Thank You, we are members of the police service and can not be seen to condone these activities.
The Pig's/The Fuzz/Bobbies/Cops/Tit 'eads/ A little about the men behind the uniforms
History As of yet this team has no history, as it is orchestrated by a pair of newbies.
