|This historical group is no longer active. However, its wiki page is preserved to reflect the group's significance in Urban Dead history.
|~20 and dropping
|Whoever had the good sense to show up at the Meeting Hall
|Farming fortunes of XP; reducing all that dreadful drama; having a good spot of laughter.
|If you had class you'd already be in /zom/.
|I daresay, that is not to be told.
|Short-wave Radio Info
|This group has a dedicated radio frequency.
Frequency: 28.34 MHz
Precisely what was this club of cultured gentlemen?
Well chap, we were a survivor group operating out of Southall Mansion in East Boundwood. We had no particular priority other than adding to our average level as fast as the dickens, having ourselves a good guffaw, and the occasional big game hunt -- all while being impeccably dressed and tastefully mannered.
Who was at the helm of this raucous rabble?
That is a good question old bean. No formal hierarchy existed to govern this group. Generally decisions were made in the group's Meeting Hall by those who have the intellect and sophistication to show up and make themselves heard. On rare occasions where a general consensus could not be reached, matters were put to a gentlemanly vote. The majority of the group would not participate in this process and was (loosely) bound by the decisions of the fellows who did. In some cases non-participant (uncultured) /zom/ members were not even aware that an issue was under discussion, even after a decision was reached, action was taken, Cuban cigars were smoked, and the corks came off the fine Sicilian wine.
What are your thoughts on issues of the present? You have nary a cluster of unsightly templates to inform me of your policies!
We try not to trifle in such fiddle-faddle. We act with top priority of the /zom/ estate. It is getting to be a very uncivilized and dangerous world out there, old boy, and it has been found that matters are handled best that way. Why, just the other day I had a luncheon with a good friend of mine, an oil baron as it happens, enjoys a bit of yachting he does. Having quite a time what with tariffs being in such a state, those trust busters up in the capitol, and the unions running rampant. Hard to stay in business these days he says, got to hunker down and do whatever it takes.
What are you gents doing at the present?
Besides the usual wine tastings, games of cricket, and the rounds of fisticuffs with zombie hooligans, our members post the goings on in this section.
- September 8, 2008 Are you a dashing enough chap to reclaim Southall Mansion from the squalid hands of the undead capitalist menace? If so, join us for tea at Bale Mall. Crumpets will be rationed. -Tanukisauce
- August 6, 2008 We're holding up very well at Ackland Mall with the Crimsons and Axes High against a dwindling number of zombies. -Parry hagen
-July 5, 2008 /zom/ is holding strong against a horde of zombies trying to gain entrance to our mansion and ruin our tea time. The outlook is still positive at the moment and we shall fortify ourselves against this very unruly group of zombies - Noahsan
-June 8, 2008 /zom/ has decided to aid to Philosophe Knights in their thinning the survivor hordes, if you do not wish to participate please say so on the beerhah.com forum -Policeman Ghost
-June 2, 2008 Welcome back to Southhall Gentlemen, tea and crumpets, every day at 1:30pm -Policeman Ghost
-May 4, 2008 A /zom/ presence is forming in our old abode. The Junkyard at [51,22] is where one would need to hasten toward if he or she had any interest in upward movement on the social ladder and ascending into /zom/. Let it be known that whilst we happen to be in a junkyard we have lost none of our class and are simply appealing to the UD's proletariat. --Parry hagen
-March 24, 200822:00 We've taken up shop in our lovely new quarters! All must wear a monocle and top hat whilst within the mansion. beeng
-March 20, 200822:00 Shear's looking quite royally screwed. 96 in Stickling and 40+ in Whippey last time I heard. We fought hard and so did Shearbank's citizens. Sadly, this looks like the end; for now. Might be time to join the party, guys. Protip: Don't know what I mean? Then you might want to MURK LOAR. Sods
-March 9, 2008 20:53 We're getting messed up, now, aren't we? Powered up a corner of the mall, so take advantage while it's still undestroyed and stock up on useful things; preferrably FAKs, generators, and toolboxes (if you have construction), so we can fix more damage. If you feel more comfortable fighting, though, feel free to continue. Sods
-Update. It would seem we get no appreciation helping those around us in Shearbank. That sucks. What'll happen next? 19:16 March 5, 2008 Sods As of 03/04/08, /zom/ has been the primary driving force behind retaking Shearbank. Sorry, but I forget when we started this process. Come and help, people! 20:40 EST March 4, 2008 Sods
I'm intrigued! Tell me of some of your past adventures!
Suburbs Assisted Thus Far:
Malls Pried From the Hands of Zombie Rapscallions:
- Bale (We had it for 6 hours, that bloody well counts)
- Ackland (In conjunction with the Crimson Clan)
Mall Sieges Bravely Battled In:
Operations Daringly Undertaken:
- Operation Guitar Hero
- Operation PARTY HARD
- Many others without fancy names or picture accompaniments
Summary of /zom/'s Activity over the years:
- Saved Shearbank's Stickling Mall from the zombie rapscallions
- Entered the top 3 groups of Urban Dead
- PKed The Imperial Guard with a close to 1:4 kill record
- Saved Havercroft's Ackland Mall with the strongest survivor coalition made up of /zom/, The Crimson Clan, Axes High, and AMS
- Hit 160 active /zom/ members
- Took Southall Mansion back from zombie rapscallions and called it our own
- Killed armies of zueg's alts at Southall's doors
- Participated in the 5th of November
- Many more offensive and defensive campaigns in the name of the glorious war machine known as /zom/
- Now this is the story all about how
- My life got flipped-turned upside down
- And I'd like to take a minute, just keep your ears open
- I'll tell you how I became a survivor in a city called Malton
- In West Monroeville, born and raised
- In the forests was where I spent most of my days
- Loadin' up, maxin', searchin' all cool
- And all 'cading some doors inside of the school
- When a couple of zeds who were up to no good
- Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
- I got in one little scuffle and found them quite rude
- I said, 'I'm movin' in the quarantine zone with those gents in East Boundwood'
- I unloaded clips and shells day after day
- Old Betsy looked like she wasn't feeling okay
- I gave her a kiss and then she gave me a headshottin'
- I grabbed onto my ankle and thought, 'I might as well stop rotting'
- First class, this ain't so bad
- Drinking tasty brains out of a champagne glass
- Is this what the people of Southall live like?
- Hmm, is that some light?
- But wait I hear those are generators, fueled and all that
- Is this the type of place that carries monocles and top hats?
- I think this'll be quite a show
- I'll see when I get there
- I hope they're prepared for the bang of my flares
- Well I arrived and began to shout
- 'Mrh? Harmanz! Mah zambahz habganna habhabh!'
- I ain't trying to get headshot I just got here
- I lurched away to Sheppard like molasses, disappeared
- I whistled for a NecroTech employee and when he came near
- The description said /zom/, and a DNA extractor appeared
- If anything I can say this guy was rare
- But I thought, 'Man forget it, as if he really cares'
- I decided to log on, about 7 or 8
- And I stood up and yelled, 'Hey death smell you later'
- I high-tailed it to Southall
- I was finally there
- To hang with those chaps and fire some flares
How to I show members of the wiki that I'm in /zom/?
Why with handy this template my good man! Be sure to attach it to your profile to inform others that their social status is beneath yours.
|Member of /zom/
|This user is a member of /zom/, the group that's raising a right fine ruckus in a suburb near you!
It's the soundtrack to the revolution!
A well fine melody Cigars and brandy. A song originally written by a very distinguished member of this fine group of gentlemen a zombie dance party of some sort or other Zombie-Capitalist-Pigs What do you gents say we head over to the Roxbury? Take a spin on the astley machine I say, aren't we all having a magnificent time? Ah, dear general, how good to see you.