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*[[Journal:Conrad_Scheisskopf|Journal]] | |||
*Level 13 Zombie | |||
**''"And loving it! Get that accursed syringe away!!"'' | |||
*Description: | |||
::What the hell is that shithead up to? | |||
::Corpulent, balding, black hair in the remnants of a combover. | |||
::As tiresome a man as you would meet in life. Death was a relief to him. | |||
::Wearing: a pale yellow long-sleeved shirt, a brown jacket, a bloodstained pair of pale orange trousers and a bloodstained pair of tan shoes | |||
*Remember that fussy, high-faluting cubicle rat that nobody really liked? That's Conrad. Death was a revelation to him that stripped away all his pretenses and offered a freedom he never thought possible. | |||
*Shambles around [[Lerwill Heights]] and [[North Blythville]] in search of fresh meat and respite from the chatter of those tiresome, quarreling survivors. | |||
*Greatly appreciates the simplicity of zombie life, but has such a low pain threshold while alive that he avoids getting killed until his stubbornness is overwhelmed by his irritation with humanity. | |||
*Prone to excessive articulation and verbiage when revived, he even grows tired of his own ponderous tirades, eventually going on armed rampages and charging into zombie mobs, shouting "BRNHR!!" when his ammunition is exhausted. | |||
Latest revision as of 02:03, 1 July 2009
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- Journal
- Level 13 Zombie
- "And loving it! Get that accursed syringe away!!"
- Description:
- What the hell is that shithead up to?
- Corpulent, balding, black hair in the remnants of a combover.
- As tiresome a man as you would meet in life. Death was a relief to him.
- Wearing: a pale yellow long-sleeved shirt, a brown jacket, a bloodstained pair of pale orange trousers and a bloodstained pair of tan shoes
- Remember that fussy, high-faluting cubicle rat that nobody really liked? That's Conrad. Death was a revelation to him that stripped away all his pretenses and offered a freedom he never thought possible.
- Shambles around Lerwill Heights and North Blythville in search of fresh meat and respite from the chatter of those tiresome, quarreling survivors.
- Greatly appreciates the simplicity of zombie life, but has such a low pain threshold while alive that he avoids getting killed until his stubbornness is overwhelmed by his irritation with humanity.
- Prone to excessive articulation and verbiage when revived, he even grows tired of his own ponderous tirades, eventually going on armed rampages and charging into zombie mobs, shouting "BRNHR!!" when his ammunition is exhausted.
