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=<span style="color: #e1c1b9">'''History'''</span>= | |||
Born from the embers of the [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Category:Historical_Groups historical] [[Flowers of Disease]], the new FOD carries on the tradition of unrelenting bloodshed made infamous by their predecessors. Only with time, what was once diseased has now decayed. What little pity for humanity the FOD possessed has slowly curdled over the two plus years of dormancy, replaced by a simmering hatred and disgust for their fellow survivors. With crazed, terminator-like fury, the FOD travels Malton once more, culling Flotsam and again filling up their wheelbarrows with the dross of the city along with anyone else who happens to find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. | Born from the embers of the [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Category:Historical_Groups historical] [[Flowers of Disease]], the new FOD carries on the tradition of unrelenting bloodshed made infamous by their predecessors. Only with time, what was once diseased has now decayed. What little pity for humanity the FOD possessed has slowly curdled over the two plus years of dormancy, replaced by a simmering hatred and disgust for their fellow survivors. With crazed, terminator-like fury, the FOD travels Malton once more, culling Flotsam and again filling up their wheelbarrows with the dross of the city along with anyone else who happens to find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. | ||
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As the pool of blood from the slain Templars spread to the feet of Hibernaculum the voice intensified again. The course was clear, its necessity unarguable. Hibernaculum looked upon the sole survivor of Rob Collick’s massacre …and shot him dead. | As the pool of blood from the slain Templars spread to the feet of Hibernaculum the voice intensified again. The course was clear, its necessity unarguable. Hibernaculum looked upon the sole survivor of Rob Collick’s massacre …and shot him dead. | ||
The seed had been planted. Collick and Hibernaculum returned to the old FOD forum and placed the freshly hewn scalps in the trophy room. | The seed had been planted. Collick and Hibernaculum returned to the old FOD forum and placed the freshly hewn scalps in the trophy room. The conversation began with a simple "Do you think...do you think we could return? Should we? What of the old ideology is to be kept? What is to be discarded? Who of the old group still lingers in Malton? Who else might be a good addition to the group? Should we try?” With no idea of how long this new calling would last, how many like minded individuals could be found or even where to begin, the FOD made the decision, returning at long last to Malton. | ||
Raddox Murtangle of the now dormant [[MITS]] was the first to join, gaving up the sea for the Rose. Bobby Pegleg, a longtime and loyal Flowers of Disease member and also a member of the dormant [MITS] heared the call and opened up the attic chest to retrieve the tools, prepared to return to his work. Ben Harding, another long time member, on a whim returned to the forum to unexpectedly find the lights on. | Raddox Murtangle of the now dormant [[MITS]] was the first to join, gaving up the sea for the Rose. Bobby Pegleg, a longtime and loyal Flowers of Disease member and also a member of the dormant [MITS] heared the call and opened up the attic chest to retrieve the tools, prepared to return to his work. Ben Harding, another long time member, on a whim returned to the forum to unexpectedly find the lights on. | ||
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More new members soon arrive at the door ready to do their part. And so it goes, the tale is still being written. Where it goes from here, no one can tell. We're taking it one bag of flotsam at a time. Each new body added to the wheelbarrows is one less weed choking Malton, making it weak and sick. The work is thankless but someone's got to do it... | More new members soon arrive at the door ready to do their part. And so it goes, the tale is still being written. Where it goes from here, no one can tell. We're taking it one bag of flotsam at a time. Each new body added to the wheelbarrows is one less weed choking Malton, making it weak and sick. The work is thankless but someone's got to do it... | ||
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