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|<center><span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''Senior Advising Editor'''</span><br/>
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<small>'''''<span style="color: Black">Murray Jay Suskind</span>'''''</small></center>
<small>'''''<span style="color: Black">DM<br/>Marina<br/>Murray Jay Suskind<br/>Tarman2007</span>'''''</small></center>
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|<center><span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''   Editor   '''</span><br/>
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|<center><span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''The Kids in the Hall'''</span><br/>
|<center><span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''Staff'''</span><br/>
<small><span style="color: Black">-''Johnny Bass''<br/>
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-''Draughr''<br/>
-''DJ Deadbeat''<br/>
-''DJ Deadbeat''<br/>
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-''Johnny Bass''<br/>
-''Ironic Sponge Tissue''<br/>
-''Ironic Sponge Tissue''<br/>
 
-''Murray Jay Suskind''<br/>
-''Yama LaVey''<br/>
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'''News Bytes'''
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'''Zombies Starving'''<br>
Harman brains are constantly getting smaller due to lack of use. Zombies are now noisily feeding on corpses to compensate.<br><br>
'''Malls Toured'''<br>
Zombies toured the malls of Malton in search of bargains. Few working brains were found in most mall gift stores.
'''Classifieds'''<br>
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'''Lost'''<br>
1 Banana, may respond to "Sergeant Hawk"<br>
Yellow, may or may not have peel and/or other clothing on.<br>
If found, contact Cialan or Team America.<br><br>
'''For Sale'''<br>
Vacuum cleaner, slightly used. WORKS LIKE NEW.<br>
See MH&S Staff for details<br><br>
'''WTB'''<br>
New Vacuum cleaner needed. Old one broke cleaning our offices. Replacement needed RIGHT AWAY.
See MH&S Staff for details.<br><br>
'''For Sale:'''<br>
1 Black Trenchcoat with the word "Fortress" on it<br>
Smells like cheese.<br>
Best offer takes it<br>
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For all you beginning Rattlers out there, and those who wish to understand the 'hip lingo' of the cool zambahz, this section is for you. We present the Word of the Week, for your enlightenment purposes. Next time you need to be mouthy to some harman shooting at you, or you want to share a witty comment with your fellow zambahz, you'll have the vocabulary you need at your command.<br>
'''This Week's Word'''<br>
==ZABARMAN!==
Jumping after being CRed is every zombie's chance to be Zabarman for a moment. Sometimes other zambahz recognize this and cheer for the immortal hero.
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''The only pulse we keep is the news''<br>
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=All the News that is Fit to Eat=
==Editor's Note:==
 
Welcome back to a new edition and a new staff for the MH&S! We have shaken off the dust from the ol' printing press, and it is our hope to bring with these changes a more regular publishing schedule. Some of our faces may be new, but our brains are still rotten and our core philosophies remain the same.
 
We will still continue to bring the latest technology, social conditions, zombie politics and current events affecting zombies to the citizens of Malton. So, we invite you, dear readers, to join us as we follow the march of the hordes throughout Malton, keeping its rightful zombie inhabitants informed on the latest news regarding the eradication of the human infestation affecting our dear city. 


-MH&S Editor


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==Zombie Groups blast area schools for low testing scores and poor performance.==
=Top Stories=
 
'''Malton students fail to grasp fundamentals such as multiplication tables, basic shapes, and not sleeping in resource buildings. “My child no longer wants to eat your honor roll student,” say Angry Zombie Parents.'''


RIDLEYBANK – Malton Harmanz officials, already under fire for turning the once beautiful city of Malton into a barricaded, litter-ridden, fire-prone death trap, are now coming under fire from zombie leaders after low test scores and standards from area schools were made public last week.


==Zoey Zarg - Mama of the RRF==
“We have always suspected that Malton students' mathematical and language skills were lagging behind the rest of the world “ said Janice Graagh, Director of Harmanz Genocide and Food Safety.. ”Now we finally know the truth. Johnny can't read, write, or even secure a door.”
''An unliving legend departs the ranks of the Front''


*by Tarman
According to the results released last Wednesday, Malton area students ranked last in basic science, writing, and were three-times as likely to believe that tagging and radio operation are fundamental, life-altering skills.


She was known by many names across the ruins of Malton - Zoey, Jelly Otter, Cubone, to list only a few - but to all who knew her, she was simply the best, brightest spirit they had encountered in their travels through our fair city. All who served with, under or against her knew Zoey to be their favourite ally or enemy. Countless people both living and dead regard her as one of the city's finest citizens, and her mark is indelibly stamped on the RRF for all time.<br>
“It's a radio. You turn it on. Why is this even in Malton's curriculum?” said Graagh, shaking her head in frustration after witnessing a fifth grader run from a ransacked, overrun Police Station to another ransacked, overrun Police Station. “Really Malton? This is who our zombie children are supposed to eat now? Small and flavorless brains?”


Beginning her career in Malton and the Front's DoHS in the waning months of 2007, she quickly grew to prominence as one of the two upstart babahz who founded the now-unstoppable Team America, a behemoth of a strike unit. She was still young enough then to need feeding, provided by the few veterans who were included in the team's starting roster. The Siege of St. Ethelberts pitted her fledgling team against a group of harmanz known as the Upper Left Corner, who harboured her alter-ego, Jelly Otter; though the Otter was not present during the fighting for obvious reasons. Much fun was to be had on both sides regardless of the final outcome of the battle. This was to be one of Zoey's trademark qualities, the ability to add fun and levity well above normal levels, and regardless of which side of the battle one was on. As time went by, Ridleys came to appreciate seeing Zoey in her other guises as much as they loved her at their side. The spirit of fun was there no matter if she was the predator or the prey.<br>
Graagh challenged Malton-area schools to increase their funding in science, theoretical mathematics, and other tedious, but brain-developing disciplines, calling the current performance gap “Malton's greatest threat to the sophisticated zombie culinary scene.


As a Ridley, Zoey became nearly indispensable, as she understood tactics, strategy and management in equal measure to her sense of playfulness. A deep discussion of barricade methodology could be suddenly turned into a festival of taders, her main obsession and rumoured to be the true source of her powers. Under her leadership, Team America grew from a small strike team to a deadly juggernaut capable of eating malls by itself. The veterans of TA who served under her take a piece of Zoey wherever they may go, and speak of her with great reverence and love. The Papa and the War Council relied on her irrepressible spirit to keep critical events and trying times from becoming a herd of llamas or a humourless war-slog. Her crayon-based art brought innumerable smiles to all who saw it; indeed, many Ridleys still sport their custom tags courtesy of Mz Zarg. In every corner and aspect of our operations, Zoey added her own special touch, brought her own ray of sunshine to illuminate us.<br>
"Malton's children deserve more than an educational system that currently raises them to become dumb-witted, easily-picked off targets, “ said Graagh, shaking her head while watching two zombies cut down a small girl trying to spray paint a fire station. “We want highly-intelligent, easily picked off targets.


We at the Front did not have a monopoly on our beloved Zoey. There were other hordes and even harmanz who also benefited from her presence, though she would appear to them in other forms. Rather than let jealousy cloud our vision of her, we rejoiced that she could spread her light to the furthest reaches of the city. It is an impossibility that those who encountered her could be worse off than before, and we would be doing her memory a disservice to claim her solely as ours. We can only be grateful that we were her special focus, that she expended most of her energy under our colours. She desired only that all who were inside Malton could have the best experience possible, and to a great extent she succeeded in her aims.<br>
“Just a week ago, I came across a young high school student walking home from Advanced Police Station Barricading 201,” added Graagh. “He smiled, waved, but then began to scream “No! Pleas! You goin to kill me” as I started to rip his arm off”.


Alas, but RL can lay claim to even the strongest of us. Our dear Zoey was no exception. The Beast called out from its lair beyond the confines of Malton, and like a brave warrior should, she went out from us to do battle. Her journey is a long one, and she may not return to us even when she slays the Beast. She leaves behind a saddened city, mourning the loss of its favourite sister. We should temper our sadness with love, however; she left us not in abandonment, but to serve a higher purpose than the ones she served so well in our city. We salute her even as we shed our tears; we support her endeavors with our own spirits and goodwill as she did for us; we hope for her safe and successful travels even as they take her far from our sight. She takes with her our love and gratitude, and leaves us her own. Her memory shall live on in us. Taderhah, Zoey!<br>
“Have Malton's standards really fallen so low, that we are expected to explain to a grieving family that their mauled, dismembered child barely understands basic English?” a tearing Graagh continued. “Malton's children deserve a better future than this. Our children deserve a better meal than this.


==Moloch/Suskind: The Interview==
Other zombie leaders have suggested that today's students are having trouble adjusting to their new role in today's high-paced, zombie-driven, instant harmanz-snack world.
The RRF's current papa sat down for a chat with the RRF's previous papa in a shocking, in depth interview that covers over a year's worth of events in RRF history and gives a large look at the life of our former papa. The interview is too large to be confined to the space of the MH&S, so you have to read the full transcript for the interview [[Malton_Herald_%26_Sun/MolSuskIntSP|here]].


==Reboot - Hey, It Works For the Movies==
“What these children and what Malton's so called “survivor leaders” need to understand is that without education, many of these kids have no future. The job market already demands a highly-technical, highly-adaptive, highly-trained workforce with well-developed, buttery-flavored brains. Advanced Shotgun training is just not going to get the job done anymore,” said Marc Hrnhrh. “Massive reform is needed if today's students can ever hope to grace our dinner table.”
''Malton's oldest and most sporadically published newspaper gets back on track; "About bloody time, too", say locals''


*by Tarman
Targeted afterschool help may be vital for many at-risk students, especially when they are surrounded by a hostile group of the undead, continued Hrnhrh. “If you see a child about to overtaken by a bloodthirsty zombie horde, do that student a favor. Enroll him or her in "Contemporary Emergent Literature: From Aristotle to Chaucer" or even "Differential Geometry: Advanced Risk Management" immediately. The zombie palate is a terrible thing to waste. Our stomachs will thank you.”


Welcome! Welcome back to the MH&S, the first one in a long time. This is ostensibly the news wing of the Ridleybank Resistance Front, though usually the news is "We just eated everyone in the whole burb!" We've been offline for many a moon, but we're making a comeback for 2K9. Our intention is to resurrect the paper so as to once again provide you, the reader, with the finest fake and real news out of Malton, in an entertaining format. Our reporters scour the ruins for interesting stories as well as fresh, nammah branz... mmmm, branz... falling out onto the floor and... Uh, oh yeah, the news! Our dedication to journalism is such that if we can't find a story, we'll make one up, just like the news outlets on the other side of the quarantine. Major events of the city, hard-hitting interviews, opinion pieces, insane ramblings, poetry and art; all these things can be found within our pages. So sit back, get a fresh glass of harman juice and a g!ngarharman, and read the latest from the MH&S.
However, not everyone agrees with Graagh's calls for reform.


==RRF Scientists Seek to Cure the Disease Known as RL==
“Whatevr.” said John Ashton, 11th Grade, Shearbank High. “Im got pla Cal of Dutee.”
''Exploring the dangers of a disease''


*by Johnny Bass


RL is a treacherous disease- it can strike at any time without warning. In most cases, it causes short disappearances and idleness, but, in more tragic cases, it can even result in death. This horrible, crippling disease was previously thought to afflict zombies only, but a studies show that it can even affect the harmanz. The RRF Research Team was commissioned by Papa Moloch to better understand this dreaded disease that nearly claimed this glorious paper. Top scientists from every team of the horde (except GMT-BC, who never noticed the research discussion) gathered to try and tackle this horrible disease on barhah.com.  
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The researchers reviewed all previous recorded cases in every level of extremity (ranging from 1 day disappearance to full on death) in an effort to better understand the terrible disease of RL. Their findings only made the disease even more mysterious. The disease is not transmitted via bodily fluids and is not airborne. Upon viewing tissue samples from the afflicted, researchers were not able to find any virus (aside from the very common solanum virus) nor were they able to see any evidence of bacteriological infection. The intrepid researchers suspected that harmanz may be afflicted by the same disease and captured some potential carriers for further study. The specimens were found to be afflicted by this life threatening disease, showing all of the symptoms of the afflicted zambahz, but also showed no evidence of viral or bacteriological infection. Upon completion of the study, the harman specimens were promptly eaten to ease the cruelty of breathing.


The researchers next task was to try and find a cure or preferably a vaccine for the virus. Unfortunately, a vaccine was unable to be found due to the lack of any evidence of infecting agents. The cure proved to be very elusive as well. The researchers are having varying levels of success curing mild cases of RL, but the more extreme cases prove to be impossible.
==A Solution to the Health Care Crisis: Let Zombies Eat Everybody==
by Murray Jay Suskind


The RRF Research Team (with the support of the War Council) promises to do everything in its power to combat this disease that afflicts all of Malton. To prevent the spread of the disease, Madagascar has closed its ports and Canada has sealed its borders. The staff of the Malton Herald & Sun, recently recovering with its own bout with the disease, remains vigilant in reporting the findings of the RRF Research Team and will provide ongoing coverage of its studies.<br>
Amidst all this harman ruckus about "health care" and "reform" and "teabagging" something has gotten lost. Something very fundamental. Something that strikes at the very way harman "society" functions... or fails to do so. What the harmanz fail to see is that the true reform comes not from byzantine corporate or government provided health care. True reform comes from the way people live. Or rather, unlive. Today I am going to take on all a series questions frequently asked during this health care debate and explain why the RRF Health Plan (brought to you by death) is far superior to any other on the table.


'''Is single payer not the most simple, elegant solution?'''


=News In Passing=
No. Killing everybody is. Embrace unlife.
'''Cry "HARMAN!!!" and let slip the dogs of Graaargh!'''


*by Mortificant
'''I thought the market provided for the most efficient allocation of resources?'''
It doesn't. Markets are a cumbersome and inefficient oddity of those who are living. Those who have embraced unlife care nothing for supply, demand, markets or capital. Any existence that is predicated upon an exchange currency for goods and services is inherently corrupted by livelihood. Die and eat brains. That is the most efficient allocation of resources.


In November of 2008 the Good Morning Tasty Breakfast Club was getting ready for a party, three years had past since the club had got together for breakfast and in that time almost 5000 brains had been dined upon! A call was put out to the elders who had barely raised their heads in months, claws were sharpened and jaws fished out of the back of closets as the old and the young alike set their eyes on South Blythville with the return of such figures as Bundolo, HairyJim, Lottuk, and Mardigan. The action opened immediately with the 5000th kill being taken with characteristic speed in Preston NT with the slaughtering of Kosmoisdead, and then the party moved next door to Club Doran where they tore through the open buffet with the gusto of those eating a free lunch!<br><br>
'''What do you think about the government option?'''


'''Team America Seizes Malton Rail Assets'''
I'm dead. I don't think.


*by DJ Deadbeat
'''Would an employer mandate truly offer health care for more people, or would it simply contract the labor market as employers shed payroll in order to provide insurance or pay the fine for the fewest amount of people?'''


Thanks to their absurdly high PULCHRITUDE score, the RRF's very own Team America recently completed a very bloody takeover of every single railway station in Malton, erstwhile demolishing several police stations and hospitals in order to convert them into even more railway stations. Sources within the team cite the reasoning for this seizure as completely logical. "Well think about it, trains are never on time, and neither are we. Plus we've always wanted to have LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF TRAINS! It makes perfect sense." One TA member was spotted adjusting his monocle and twizzling a fake mustache, in a robber baron-ish manner.<br><br>
The only thing we mandate are 5 or 10 ap into the cades from mature zombies.


'''Scientists Barricade Ridleybank In the Past'''
'''This is socialism!'''


*by Johnny Bass
No. It's the apocalypse.


Local Malton scientists frustrated with being eaten on a constant basis successfully sent a member back in time before the zombie outbreak in an attempt to barricade our beloved suburb prior to the arrival of the RRF. The traveler reportedly barricaded the entire suburb in anticipation of the impending zombie outbreak to try and stop the soon to be rampaging hordes. The survivor attempted to assassinate soon to be RRF leaders who were still disorganized. The targets, instead of dying, just ?rose to the occasion. Upon the inevitable arrival of the hordes, the barricades were quickly demolished and the traveler eaten by newly minted hungry zombies. Zombie Sarah Conner still unavailable for comment, whereabouts unknown.<br>
'''Leave the government out of Medicare!'''


=Better Know... =
Uh... the only way to avoid government intervention in Medicare is if all of us die.
'''Better Know a Zemi'''<br>


*by DJ Deadbeat<br>
'''Is it true that you want to euthanize the elderly?'''


ZEmil33, known as the Black Kitten of the Ridleybank Resistance Front, is a zombie of mystery and intrigue. Seldom outspoken, she has nevertheless remained a strong presence in the horde, particularly through her co-leadership of Auxunit 10.<br>
Yes. Along with children, the middle-aged, young adults, the healthy, the infirm, the disabled... pretty much everyone.


Zemi began her UD experience in October of 2005, after seeing an ad for the game while playing Vampires! The Dark Alleyway. Out of curiosity, she signed up, but as for her first character, Zemi comments, “he's Harman, has never hurt anyone, has Combat Revived exactly once.” Soon however, the allure of barhah would grab her by the tail.<br>
'''What about wellness and prevention measures? Would this not decrease demand for treatment of those who are ill and in turn have a dramatic effect in curbing the growth of health care costs?'''


“I did wonder if it would be moar fun to play as ah zambah,” said Zemi. “so I started two characters at the same time, both of whom have been associated with the RRF.”<br>
Health care is free if you're dead.


The first one is the zombie we’re most familiar with (ZEmil33), but the second, Zomby Woof, was the first to be part of the RRF. While early on ZW traveled malton as a dual-naturist, Zemi was thoroughly a zombie, and took up residence in Ridleybank, scrounging around for food. It was not long until graffiti for Mall Tour ’06 began to pop up.<br>
'''Will I be forced into government-run health care?'''


“It happened that Zemi joined Mall Tour and left the Bank, but I lived there safe (if hungry) for about a month.”<br>
No. You will die.


Zemi, as ZW at the time, was first brought into the RRF in December of 2006 by the influence of such veterans as Beefsteak, Murray Jay Suskind, Mobbo and Braggledorth. She claims them as among the mentors who helped her adjust to life in the RRF.<br>
'''Don't you think the President should provide us with the original copy of his birth certificate?'''


“The folks I felt closest to in my first year were Talunex, Murray and Braggledorth. All of them were AU10 then, they were very good to me.”<br>
Wrong meeting. But let me clarify... birth is completely irrelevant to the undead. It's all about the death certificate for us.


Soon after she joined the RRF, she mentions that the Militant Order of Barhah was founded, and that contrary to popular belief, it did not end up splitting the horde. Instead, many chose to send alts to the newly founded MOB. According to her, things went quite smoothly throughout the year, with cooperation between AU10 and the Gore Corps at a high point.<br>
'''I have diabetes. Would I be excluded from coverage for my pre-existing condition?'''


But when it came to the transitions taking place during that stretch of time, Zemi admits she was a bit worried.<br>
The only condition of our health plan is that you're dead.


“In my first few months, Jorm formed the Mob, and I worried that it would split the RRF... I should not have worried, most folks just made another zambah for Mob and played both.”<br>
'''Is it truly reform if we leave employer-provided health care in place? Isn't part of the problem that we tie basic medical coverage to employment creating a perverse dichotomy of those who are well are more able to find employment and get the health care of their choice versus those who are not well and find it very difficult to find health care?'''


Zemi claims that the reasoning behind the eventual switch of characters was based partly on ZW wanting to play the Harman side and broadcast pro-zombie propaganda. The characters were swapped out in December 2007, just as an upheaval in the horde began with the selection of Moloch as the new Papa, to the objection of many fundamentalists who believed it was much too awkward having a harman in command. The controversy surrounding the RRF Olympics at the time also added fuel to the fire and combined to result in several defections to the MOB.<br>
Zombies aren't employed. Zombies are given RESPONSIBILITY.


By the time the dust had settled, AU10 was in need of recovery and was eventually righted under the leadership of Cthulhu in Lingerie (Nellie). ZEmil33 promised to help out with this task, but still feeling burnt out from the drama, declined any sort of leadership role. However,by the summer of 2008, real life had called Nellie to school, and leadership was passed onto Tarman, while ZEmil33 was talked into taking up a leadership role beside him.<br>
I hope that clarified many of the questions people had.


“I had no intention of leading zambahz ever again, but when Nellie needed me, I stepped up,” said Zemi.<br>
==Bland Branz Bore Bargarz: Zombies everywhere complain about lack of spicy foods==
by Tarman2007


With the selection of Tarman as her 2nd at the time, Nellie had put together the basis for the current command model AU10 uses today, with just one piece left to be added.<br>
It's official: Harman branz no longer have that zip to them as in days past. Zambahz have noticed a distinct lack of flavour in their daily diets. Our scientists/taste testers have traveled into the field to discover why, and have come back with these findings. According to strenuous research, they have determined that harmans no longer use much of their branzpower, leaving the normally delicious organ with less taste due to the near non-presence of rational thought or clear motivations.


“I like Tarman very much, we get along splendidly. We decided that since neither of us could be there every day, we would do the co-commanders thing. We picked Sponge for our second, and it's worked splendidly! Nellie has filled in now and again the few times that none of the three of us could make it.”<br>
One zombie connaisseur concluded their extensive taste-testing researching with these results: "Only a very limited selection of harmanz have any real taste to them, but you have to know where to look. The average shambler is likely to come across blandness in their everyday search for namz. Try to find ones who aren't carrying a lot of useless gear, like empty heavy weapons and swords."


She admitted its an odd command structure, but that it’s worked just fine for the team. It could be described as “one to post, one to smile, and one to raar.” Zemi also stated that she is quite proud of being a Ridley, and in particular is proud of her team.<br>
The branz of harman murderers, known in Malton as PKers, seem to retain much moar taste, as these organs do seem to get more usage overall, but their low numbers leaves them out as a staple source of diet; they're relegated to the rare delicacy category. The largest known source of nammahnaaz as of current knowledge is the MCM. These particular organs are actually used on a daily basis, providing the seasoning of intelligence that makes the branz extra nammah.


As for her take on the RRF as a whole, Zemi believes that the sense of community she gets from both her team and the rest of the horde, is what keeps her around.<br>
==GMT-BC celebrates 6000th Kill with Lucky 6000th Victim==


According to her, “The RRF are really an AHHZAM zambahgang. I am proud to have become a Ridley.”<br>
On July 16th, 2009, the GMT Breakfast Club announced that Private Mendoza, currently with the Fortress, was the winner of the MegaMillions MegaBrains GMT-BC Jackpot. The group surprised Mendoza with the news inside Borrer Street Police Department, Shearbank, breaking down the hastily constructed barricades to celebrate with the lucky winner. [[Image:Factorieszombiecopy.jpg|175px|right|Let us work together to bring Malton more Barhah!]]Mendoza, who couldn't be reached for comment, was found curled in a fetal position in a corner office, barely able to contain his excitement over being chosen.  


The GMT-BC reported that Mendoza elected to receive his prize as the 6000th Kill in one lump installment rather than having an  antagonizing and painful death spread out over twenty years. As Distinguished, Mortificant, Yama LaVey, Adele, and Noctiarth of the GMT-BC looked on, Dick Johansonson cornered the lucky human, and quickly awarded him his prize, ignoring his screams for mercy by severing his spinal column before devouring his brains. The group then proceeded to slaughter the remaining seven humans screaming inside the Police Department as part of an early promotion campaign for the 7000th Kill Jackpot.


=Unlifestyles=
'''BANANA GANGBANG!'''<br>
''The Courtship of Nellie''<br>
*by Murray Jay Suskind<br>


''Editor's note: Due shipping complications this article may appear to be out of date.''
==Harmanz Special Op Ed Piece:“I'm sorry, Dear. But I'm leaving you to resume my quest to add a 50th fire axe to my collection.”==


For a long time I was the zombie who shambled alone in Malton.  Goolina had her Sir Fred.  Naners had his Cialan.  DJ had his Fiffy.  Even the notoriously unsentimental Jorm had his significant other shambling around Malton.  However, I was like the old captain of a boat: one treated their ship as their mistress, I treated the horde as mine (sorry about those crusty stains).  However, for a long time I had my eye on a fetching young lass.  Sure she was a mythical sea God, sure she was into some truly disturbing physical practices and sure she was a lesbian.  But I decided that I wanted to be with Cthulhu In Lingerie (some of you whippersnappers may know her as Nellie) and got to courting her.
by Janet Richardson<br/>
formerly Malton Fire Department, Engine #34<br/>
currently Prisoner #21B76, Reeducation Camp Alpha


I always had a thing for Nellie.  She was demented like me, she was a lot of fun to hang around with, her tentacles were the longest, most shapely and alluring I had ever seen, and she seemed impossible to creep out (always an important thing in an online gaming relationship).  However, it was one day when I [http://iwrecords.urbandead.info/04-17-08_0100hrs_PRIVATE/OUT_53-52_Thor_9bf-b27-37c.html overheard] her playing with the legendary Thor that I became truly infatuated.  The grace and sensuality she possessed was overwhelming.  Later she rescued my beloved [http://iwrecords.urbandead.info/04-30-08_1700hrs_PUBLIC/IN_50-98__cb4-644-0c5.html schmeckel] from the Randoms after ravaging it in the most intense way I have ever seen.  I began to feel a certain rapport with her.  She was clearly the ultimate prize for any suitor in the game.<br>
Dear James,


Now, it took me a while to work up the courage to ask her out. Those who have seen Thor know that he's very intimidating and leaves a void too large for any man to fill by himself. However, I had something on my side... the fact that I'm creepy, dirty old man willing to degrade himself in any way for a fine tentacle monster.<br>
By the time you finish reading this, I will be gone. It's not you James. It's not even me. In truth there is something else. A higher calling that has convinced me to leave you and the kids, and to help save Malton.


A couple of months ago I finally decided to make my move.  I knew from talking with her that she thought boys were smelly and hairy, so I gave myself third degree burns in order to remove excess body hair and covered myself in the finest and most pungent of body sprays to make myself more physically alluring.  I also gave her a fine selection of gifts which are not appropriate to publish in such a family publication.  I flutter arose in my bosom when she accepted a date.<br>
I am resuming my quest to add a 50th fire axe to my collection.


From there I continued to shower her with gifts, feed her dinner nightly, exchanging various amusing and disturbing videos, [http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/7311/19034908431429313b0dgv3.jpg dancing] with her, and the end of the evenings hugging her for three damage and kissing her for four. Eventually we consummated our relationship (well, at least with both me and my schmeckel around at the same time) in a very violent, painful, loving and caring way.<br>
James, I have left the kids with Cedric. Yes, I know he is addicted to Revive. I know he spends his time sleeping on a couch in a over-barricaded motel, surrounded by filth and garbage from a month's long siege. I know he thinks he can save the world by ignoring unbarricaded safehouses and shooting lone zombies in the street. But, he will be a better parent to them than I could ever hope to be. It's for the best James.


Eventually, I realized that our relationship was too big, too loving, too adventurous and too kinky to keep to ourselves. We decided to make the ultimate commitment that two people who refuse to take part in any action that has a legal sanction could... we volunteered to be BANANA GANGBANGed!  Our closest friends gathered in Nellie's favorite spot in Malton (the Horsey Museum) and ravaged Nellie and I before we took turns with each other.  It was one of the most touching, violent and perverted displays we had ever been a part of.  We had achieved the ultimate.<br>
I remember the first time we met. I saw you outside in the street, shooting a wounded zombie swaying beside a parked car. You finished him off with a shotgun, and looked in my direction. I glanced back toward you, past the zombies mauling the sick in St Ethelbert's Hospital, past the dying survivors in the ransacked Dempsey Grove Police Station, and smiled when you pistol-whipped that zombie at the revive point, ignoring his pathetic Mrh's. I blew you a kiss, and after I saw you finish the broken corpse with a headshot, I knew that I had finally met a real man here in Malton.


Now with Valentine's Day approaching Nellie and I appear to be an older couple sometimes. We enjoy more quiet nights in watching videos.  We spend more time feeding the children than feeding and/or ravaging each other. But rest assured, we still feel those same twisted, disgusting feelings we've felt for each other for so long.  I BANG you, my lovely.  And rest assured that on Valentine's Day...<br>
You do remember our first date, right, James? His and her matching black dusters. A romantic spam and canned bean dinner on the roof of Philpotts Tower lit by the still burning Hildebrand Mall...You looked perfect in the light as the fire consumed Hildebrand below us. It was fun, wasn't James? And the stories you told that night! I laughed so hard that I forgot about the screams in the distance. You always did know how to show a girl a good time.


'''''I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU'''''
But James. Those days are past. In this nightmarish world where we are hunted to extinction, we have to remember the basics of survival and continuing on as a species. I can no longer sit around in Roftwood, wasting time establishing safehouses, reviving the fallen, and evacuating the sick and dying. I want to accomplish something with my life before I grow old and frail.


=Op-Ed=
I want to find that 50th fire axe.


'''The Greatest Menace'''<br>
I'm sorry James. You would never understand. You never did. Some girls collect jewelry. I collect axes. Each one perfect for a unique task; each one a special tool in my war against the shambling hordes. Take Axe #27. Red wooden handle, well-balanced, with a finely sharpened metal head. Perfect for a Sunday stroll along the rooftops of Roftwood. Or Axe #18. Red wooden handle, well-balanced, with a finely sharpened metal head. Perfect for a night out to the theater. Or Axe #3. The perfect accessory for that blue halter-top you always liked. And as for Axe #50? Well, I won't know until I see it. But a girl has to have some variety, you know?
*by Murray Jay Suskind


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I'm sorry, James. I really am. I know I promised to be with you in good times and bad, and in sickness and in health. That we would grow old together, you, my dutiful husband and I, your dutiful wife. That we would raise a family together and be together always, united against the hordes.
The Ridleybank Resistance Front has always been the face of liberation in Malton. We embrace our liberation from mortality. We liberate countless harmanz on a daily basis. We liberate those who are trapped behind totalitarian barricades, showing them the world outside their walls. We free brains from skulls. We enlighten those who view non-harmanz as the only legitimate source of food. BARHAH! is the greatest expression of this freedom. Working together of our own volition with our brazzahs ahn z!zzaz to free trapped harmanz can only be described as joyous. However, there are many out there -- including zombies -- who cling to the last vestige of oppressive life. I, of course, speak of pants.<br>


Long ago Papa Petro showed all of us that letting one's lower body be exposed to the outside world is the ultimate form of liberation. Not only a rejection of harman life, but also the ultimate representation of its arbitrary trappings and repression. The value that mortals place upon ill-founded and frankly hypocritical modesty is the very opposite of freedom. Is it modest to run around in camouflage pretending to be a soldier? I think it's a cry for liberation. Is it modest to dress up as a scientist and then peddle drugs and addiction upon the population of Malton? I think drug addiction is a form of personal slavery. Is it modest to put on the vestments of holy men and attempt to exorcise a hungry zombie who just wants a meal? I call that blasphemy. Is it modest to wear a tartan kilt and claim that you have both the "advantages" of covering one's self (which we know do not exist) and the "liberation" of being pantsless? That is outright apostasy.<br>
It was fun while it lasted but sometimes there are more important things than love and family.


Pants are to zombies what shackles are to the prisoner. They are a symbol of our imprisonment. Liberate yourself! Show all that you are serious about liberation! Take off your pants!<br>
Things like a fire axe.


=Eye Candy=
Love always and do take care of yourself,
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Janet
xoxoxo


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All the News that is Fit to Eat

Editor's Note:

Welcome back to a new edition and a new staff for the MH&S! We have shaken off the dust from the ol' printing press, and it is our hope to bring with these changes a more regular publishing schedule. Some of our faces may be new, but our brains are still rotten and our core philosophies remain the same.

We will still continue to bring the latest technology, social conditions, zombie politics and current events affecting zombies to the citizens of Malton. So, we invite you, dear readers, to join us as we follow the march of the hordes throughout Malton, keeping its rightful zombie inhabitants informed on the latest news regarding the eradication of the human infestation affecting our dear city.

-MH&S Editor

Zombie Groups blast area schools for low testing scores and poor performance.

Malton students fail to grasp fundamentals such as multiplication tables, basic shapes, and not sleeping in resource buildings. “My child no longer wants to eat your honor roll student,” say Angry Zombie Parents.

RIDLEYBANK – Malton Harmanz officials, already under fire for turning the once beautiful city of Malton into a barricaded, litter-ridden, fire-prone death trap, are now coming under fire from zombie leaders after low test scores and standards from area schools were made public last week.

“We have always suspected that Malton students' mathematical and language skills were lagging behind the rest of the world “ said Janice Graagh, Director of Harmanz Genocide and Food Safety.. ”Now we finally know the truth. Johnny can't read, write, or even secure a door.”

According to the results released last Wednesday, Malton area students ranked last in basic science, writing, and were three-times as likely to believe that tagging and radio operation are fundamental, life-altering skills.

“It's a radio. You turn it on. Why is this even in Malton's curriculum?” said Graagh, shaking her head in frustration after witnessing a fifth grader run from a ransacked, overrun Police Station to another ransacked, overrun Police Station. “Really Malton? This is who our zombie children are supposed to eat now? Small and flavorless brains?”

Graagh challenged Malton-area schools to increase their funding in science, theoretical mathematics, and other tedious, but brain-developing disciplines, calling the current performance gap “Malton's greatest threat to the sophisticated zombie culinary scene.”

"Malton's children deserve more than an educational system that currently raises them to become dumb-witted, easily-picked off targets, “ said Graagh, shaking her head while watching two zombies cut down a small girl trying to spray paint a fire station. “We want highly-intelligent, easily picked off targets.”

“Just a week ago, I came across a young high school student walking home from Advanced Police Station Barricading 201,” added Graagh. “He smiled, waved, but then began to scream “No! Pleas! You goin to kill me” as I started to rip his arm off”.

“Have Malton's standards really fallen so low, that we are expected to explain to a grieving family that their mauled, dismembered child barely understands basic English?” a tearing Graagh continued. “Malton's children deserve a better future than this. Our children deserve a better meal than this.”

Other zombie leaders have suggested that today's students are having trouble adjusting to their new role in today's high-paced, zombie-driven, instant harmanz-snack world.

“What these children and what Malton's so called “survivor leaders” need to understand is that without education, many of these kids have no future. The job market already demands a highly-technical, highly-adaptive, highly-trained workforce with well-developed, buttery-flavored brains. Advanced Shotgun training is just not going to get the job done anymore,” said Marc Hrnhrh. “Massive reform is needed if today's students can ever hope to grace our dinner table.”

Targeted afterschool help may be vital for many at-risk students, especially when they are surrounded by a hostile group of the undead, continued Hrnhrh. “If you see a child about to overtaken by a bloodthirsty zombie horde, do that student a favor. Enroll him or her in "Contemporary Emergent Literature: From Aristotle to Chaucer" or even "Differential Geometry: Advanced Risk Management" immediately. The zombie palate is a terrible thing to waste. Our stomachs will thank you.”

However, not everyone agrees with Graagh's calls for reform.

“Whatevr.” said John Ashton, 11th Grade, Shearbank High. “Im got pla Cal of Dutee.”


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A Solution to the Health Care Crisis: Let Zombies Eat Everybody

by Murray Jay Suskind

Amidst all this harman ruckus about "health care" and "reform" and "teabagging" something has gotten lost. Something very fundamental. Something that strikes at the very way harman "society" functions... or fails to do so. What the harmanz fail to see is that the true reform comes not from byzantine corporate or government provided health care. True reform comes from the way people live. Or rather, unlive. Today I am going to take on all a series questions frequently asked during this health care debate and explain why the RRF Health Plan (brought to you by death) is far superior to any other on the table.

Is single payer not the most simple, elegant solution?

No. Killing everybody is. Embrace unlife.

I thought the market provided for the most efficient allocation of resources? It doesn't. Markets are a cumbersome and inefficient oddity of those who are living. Those who have embraced unlife care nothing for supply, demand, markets or capital. Any existence that is predicated upon an exchange currency for goods and services is inherently corrupted by livelihood. Die and eat brains. That is the most efficient allocation of resources.

What do you think about the government option?

I'm dead. I don't think.

Would an employer mandate truly offer health care for more people, or would it simply contract the labor market as employers shed payroll in order to provide insurance or pay the fine for the fewest amount of people?

The only thing we mandate are 5 or 10 ap into the cades from mature zombies.

This is socialism!

No. It's the apocalypse.

Leave the government out of Medicare!

Uh... the only way to avoid government intervention in Medicare is if all of us die.

Is it true that you want to euthanize the elderly?

Yes. Along with children, the middle-aged, young adults, the healthy, the infirm, the disabled... pretty much everyone.

What about wellness and prevention measures? Would this not decrease demand for treatment of those who are ill and in turn have a dramatic effect in curbing the growth of health care costs?

Health care is free if you're dead.

Will I be forced into government-run health care?

No. You will die.

Don't you think the President should provide us with the original copy of his birth certificate?

Wrong meeting. But let me clarify... birth is completely irrelevant to the undead. It's all about the death certificate for us.

I have diabetes. Would I be excluded from coverage for my pre-existing condition?

The only condition of our health plan is that you're dead.

Is it truly reform if we leave employer-provided health care in place? Isn't part of the problem that we tie basic medical coverage to employment creating a perverse dichotomy of those who are well are more able to find employment and get the health care of their choice versus those who are not well and find it very difficult to find health care?

Zombies aren't employed. Zombies are given RESPONSIBILITY.

I hope that clarified many of the questions people had.

Bland Branz Bore Bargarz: Zombies everywhere complain about lack of spicy foods

by Tarman2007

It's official: Harman branz no longer have that zip to them as in days past. Zambahz have noticed a distinct lack of flavour in their daily diets. Our scientists/taste testers have traveled into the field to discover why, and have come back with these findings. According to strenuous research, they have determined that harmans no longer use much of their branzpower, leaving the normally delicious organ with less taste due to the near non-presence of rational thought or clear motivations.

One zombie connaisseur concluded their extensive taste-testing researching with these results: "Only a very limited selection of harmanz have any real taste to them, but you have to know where to look. The average shambler is likely to come across blandness in their everyday search for namz. Try to find ones who aren't carrying a lot of useless gear, like empty heavy weapons and swords."

The branz of harman murderers, known in Malton as PKers, seem to retain much moar taste, as these organs do seem to get more usage overall, but their low numbers leaves them out as a staple source of diet; they're relegated to the rare delicacy category. The largest known source of nammahnaaz as of current knowledge is the MCM. These particular organs are actually used on a daily basis, providing the seasoning of intelligence that makes the branz extra nammah.

GMT-BC celebrates 6000th Kill with Lucky 6000th Victim

On July 16th, 2009, the GMT Breakfast Club announced that Private Mendoza, currently with the Fortress, was the winner of the MegaMillions MegaBrains GMT-BC Jackpot. The group surprised Mendoza with the news inside Borrer Street Police Department, Shearbank, breaking down the hastily constructed barricades to celebrate with the lucky winner.
Let us work together to bring Malton more Barhah!
Mendoza, who couldn't be reached for comment, was found curled in a fetal position in a corner office, barely able to contain his excitement over being chosen.

The GMT-BC reported that Mendoza elected to receive his prize as the 6000th Kill in one lump installment rather than having an antagonizing and painful death spread out over twenty years. As Distinguished, Mortificant, Yama LaVey, Adele, and Noctiarth of the GMT-BC looked on, Dick Johansonson cornered the lucky human, and quickly awarded him his prize, ignoring his screams for mercy by severing his spinal column before devouring his brains. The group then proceeded to slaughter the remaining seven humans screaming inside the Police Department as part of an early promotion campaign for the 7000th Kill Jackpot.


Harmanz Special Op Ed Piece:“I'm sorry, Dear. But I'm leaving you to resume my quest to add a 50th fire axe to my collection.”

by Janet Richardson
formerly Malton Fire Department, Engine #34
currently Prisoner #21B76, Reeducation Camp Alpha

Dear James,

By the time you finish reading this, I will be gone. It's not you James. It's not even me. In truth there is something else. A higher calling that has convinced me to leave you and the kids, and to help save Malton.

I am resuming my quest to add a 50th fire axe to my collection.

James, I have left the kids with Cedric. Yes, I know he is addicted to Revive. I know he spends his time sleeping on a couch in a over-barricaded motel, surrounded by filth and garbage from a month's long siege. I know he thinks he can save the world by ignoring unbarricaded safehouses and shooting lone zombies in the street. But, he will be a better parent to them than I could ever hope to be. It's for the best James.

I remember the first time we met. I saw you outside in the street, shooting a wounded zombie swaying beside a parked car. You finished him off with a shotgun, and looked in my direction. I glanced back toward you, past the zombies mauling the sick in St Ethelbert's Hospital, past the dying survivors in the ransacked Dempsey Grove Police Station, and smiled when you pistol-whipped that zombie at the revive point, ignoring his pathetic Mrh's. I blew you a kiss, and after I saw you finish the broken corpse with a headshot, I knew that I had finally met a real man here in Malton.

You do remember our first date, right, James? His and her matching black dusters. A romantic spam and canned bean dinner on the roof of Philpotts Tower lit by the still burning Hildebrand Mall...You looked perfect in the light as the fire consumed Hildebrand below us. It was fun, wasn't James? And the stories you told that night! I laughed so hard that I forgot about the screams in the distance. You always did know how to show a girl a good time.

But James. Those days are past. In this nightmarish world where we are hunted to extinction, we have to remember the basics of survival and continuing on as a species. I can no longer sit around in Roftwood, wasting time establishing safehouses, reviving the fallen, and evacuating the sick and dying. I want to accomplish something with my life before I grow old and frail.

I want to find that 50th fire axe.

I'm sorry James. You would never understand. You never did. Some girls collect jewelry. I collect axes. Each one perfect for a unique task; each one a special tool in my war against the shambling hordes. Take Axe #27. Red wooden handle, well-balanced, with a finely sharpened metal head. Perfect for a Sunday stroll along the rooftops of Roftwood. Or Axe #18. Red wooden handle, well-balanced, with a finely sharpened metal head. Perfect for a night out to the theater. Or Axe #3. The perfect accessory for that blue halter-top you always liked. And as for Axe #50? Well, I won't know until I see it. But a girl has to have some variety, you know?

I'm sorry, James. I really am. I know I promised to be with you in good times and bad, and in sickness and in health. That we would grow old together, you, my dutiful husband and I, your dutiful wife. That we would raise a family together and be together always, united against the hordes.

It was fun while it lasted but sometimes there are more important things than love and family.

Things like a fire axe.

Love always and do take care of yourself,

Janet xoxoxo

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