User:ZhooDoon
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The note-so-well documented history of ZD
So, there was this kid from london, right? And he moved to America. Bit of a crappy career choice, but it's a bit late to remedy that now, eh? So, not being the smartest of lads, he gets a job as a security guard for Stickling Mall. That doesn't last long, he oversleeps and misses one too many shifts. Blam. Fired, biyatch, thankyouverymuchbutdon'tcomeback.
So, Owsley Crescent PD next door, yeah? Seems like an easy enough job. Shearbank was never that bad of a place, so he'd probably be sitting on his ass all day. And getting poaid for it. Score.
Life ain't never that easy, is it?
So, first day on the job... nothing. Second day? Nothing. Third time's the charm? Well, as it happens... oh,. wait, nope. Nowt. Fourth? Fifth? Sixth? Goddamn, what a boring day.
Funny one should mention God really. On the seventh day, he rested... seems he forgot to check the locks, 'cos hell suddenly came snapping at the heels of earth. And seeing as Malton was one of the most pathetic, crappy cities to grace it's hideous carcass, guess where hell came first? Malton.
This didn't occur to poor Les Pennyworth, nicknamed "ZhooDoon" for some reason that shouldn't be delved into. Suffice to say, it involves copious amounts of C4, 3 rubber gloves, a cow and 19 chopsticks. No, I don't know either. Stop asking!
Anyways, young ZD slept through the frist few days. Then woke up. Lazy sod. It was probably a bit of a surprise to wake up from a nice pleasant dream into a not nice, not pleasant nightmare; but hey, that's life!
So he did what most people did at the time, and barricaded himself in his apartment. It worked at first, but got very, very boring. From what limited contact he had with the outside world, he knew that there was no getting out, for whatever reason.
Moving on, there was only so much sitting and waiting a man could do, even a man as lazy as ZhooDoon. So eventually, he set off for Owsley Crescent PD, and find a largish group of survivors there. He spent a few days gathering supplies, and getting a bit of experience, and actually learning how to kill things rather than run away. Although running was still preferred, at first.
After a few days more, he came across a small group called The Shearbank Resistance. At least, that was what they called themselves. A group of men and women who, surprisingly, fought mainly to keep Shearbank free. So he settled in with them, rolling around, poppin' some caps in Zed ass, the like.
The group toddled up to Yagoton one day to help with the battle up there. It was up there that the mighty SR heard about some massive group of Zeds heading for Stickling, and so the beat a hasty charge in the other direction, back to Stickling. Note: charge, not retreat. The SR do not retreat.
The next month was weird. A massive amount of survivors fought a massive amount of Zombies at Stickling, holding them off for about a month. It was about then that the amnesia began to set in, occasionally. ZhooDoon would suddenly just... lose himself for a few days, wake up a few days later, usually outside and covered with blood. Rather odd feeling, too, like he'd bee clubbed round the head with a cod or something.
After a month, the mall fell to the hordes, and the next couple of months were spend on charges in all kinds of directions, like the hokey cokey, in out in out shake it all about... anyway. The SR fought tooth, nail and barricade, and eventually, with the help of some other groups, managed to bring a devestated Shearbank back to it's feet.
So, after clearing Shearbank, the SR charged into Roachtown and fought some there. Having cleared Roachtown, they then charged in all kinds of directions - some to Huntley Heights, some charged on the spot, but ZD? He charged all the way down to Blackmore. Something about being a bastard and parties, which fit him perfectly. And that's where he finds himself in this current day, fighting, healing, barricading, dumping, drinking, and partying at the Blackmroe building. Like a bastard, baby. Yeah.
Group affiliations
The Shearbank Resistance: Member. Kicks ass in the name of all things Shearbank.
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Blackmore Bastard |
| This user or group proudly wears the badge of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade.
8/18/06 - 10/13/06, 11/5/06 - |
Subject to approval, but has fought there for some time now. And loved every minute of it.
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A Colossus Of Class |
| This user or group is part of the New Malton Colossus. Bringing Glorious Battle to you since 2006. |
The SR's unofficial diplomat to the NMC.
USAI: The SR's unofficial diplomat to the USAI.
Credits
- Lachryma- whom I stole most of the strange code for this page off.
- The Shearbank Resistance- for being cool guys an' galls who make things run and almost organised.
