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| ==<font color=Maroon>A peek into my UD life, by myself.</font>==
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| :NOTE: Im using the page format of Umbrella Corporation. I just would feel bad if i didnt put their name here. Thank you, UC, for this beautiful layout.
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| :This is the story on how i joined UD, from my point of view. Anything here may or may not be real facts.
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| ==<font color=Maroon>Chapter One: The Reason.</font>==
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| ::So, how did i joined UD. I was once a rather prominent Dead Frontier player. Got a clan(Umbrella Corporation, mark that name, it will be important for the story.), nice stuff, so n' so. But then, that beast we all know (i hope so...) as Real Life came in, kicked my dog and took away my computer. Those were sad days for me.
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| ==<font color=Maroon>Chapter Two: Google it, Faggot.</font>==
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| ::Fast forward two months. There i was, all smiley with a new computer. "Woohoo! Lets meet up with my UC pals and kick some dead zombie ass!", i thought. There was a catch, there is always one. I didnt recall the UC forum link. So, smart boy i am, i decided to google it. "Umbrella Corporation Dead Frontier". A curious link was shown to me: "Umbrella Corporation - Urban Dead Wiki". "Seems interesting." I thought.
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| ==<font color=Maroon>Chapter Three: The Bookworm.</font>==
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| ::It took me three days to read the interesting stuff about UD. Caiger Mall Seiges, Blackmoar, The RRF, etc. All swallowed by my bored brain. "This game has a amazing story, and it was written by the players themselfs... Thats a rare thing to come by, nowadays." I thought.
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| ==<font color=Maroon>Chapter Four: Skouth's Birth.</font>==
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| ::It was in May the 24th of 2008, 10:28 PM, according to my profile, that my first character, [http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1257454 Skouth], was created. A Scout, it was fitting, but not suitable as a first character. I was born in, if memory serves, Darvall Heights. At the time, it was red. Not a pretty thing to see, let alone be pitted there, with binoculars, a flare gun and a useless skill for XP gain. refusing to punch zombies to earn XP, even afraid of doing that("Hell, what if i turn into PK mode?") and also refusing to get into a hospital and healing people("Absolutely not. Ill fight the zombie scourge, not heal some random guys.").
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| ==<font color=Maroon>Chapter Five: Civilization, maybe?</font>==
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| ::Somehow i made my way to Yagoton without dying. The lights... They were so... Bright. I was fascinated by Bale Mall. Using my innate Free Running skills ("Finally found some use for you!") I managed to enter the mall. Crowded. Thats what i thought when i first saw it. I was starting to think nothing thrived in this damned city. Searching a bit, i found a knife. ("Shiney, with more %s to hit than my fist. MUST USE IT."). My first attemp at a zombie kill was, with lack of a better word, pathetic. Still, i returned to the graveyard every day(I was not aware of the Sacred Ground Policy at the time, and am not proud of my actions back then.)
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| THATS ALL FOR NAO FOLKS. WILL WRITE MOAR LATER. BAI.
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