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| == Tyne : Now ==
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| Born in 1990, this Twenty-Three year old firefighter strives to assist the needy and injured in the Giddings Mall, in Pitneybank. His six-foot built stature is hidden under a worn-in black T-shirt, above blue jeans. A cellphone that is usually off remains in his right-front pocket, while a wallet remains in his back-left. The apocalpyse has left him an empty shell of a man.
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| == Tyne : The Epic ==
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| "Tyne : The Epic" is a Journal Entry-Style Roleplaying History of Tyne. I, Arman Nobari, originally wrote it, and thusly, I retain the copyright of it. It'll never "finish", and a "To Be Continued" should always be assumed to be at the very end of it, even after updates.
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| ===Update 1===
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| November 5th, 2014
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| A month after my birthday, to the exact hour. 10:24 PM, I'm writing this, and my love is asleap by my side. A college buddy of mine got me this Journal as a belated birthday present, along with some writing things and a nice easel. I suppose he doesn't want the artist in my to die. I dreamed of being a painter, and the proverbial starving artist was never more true than when I was a dreamer. I guess its kind of late, anywho. Besides, I've got a lot to do, and tomorrow is Monday. I just got a new job at the Giddings Mall as a "Store Coordinator". Basically, I help all the stores in the mall make money by providing them with a small budget, in return for a small percentage of yearly profit. Ah.. life is good.
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| November 8th, 2014
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| Some asshole smashed in my headlights over at the Giddings Mall... I guess I should have made it a little "more" clear that I needed an employee parking space. Ya' know.. 'cause they have camera's over there. If that little punk tries that again, they're going to become REALLY familiar with the hood of my car. Bastards.
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| November 20th, 2014
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| Haven't really written in here for a bit. I'm glad I didn't forget it alltogether. But man, was it shitty, I tell you. I was sick for the past two weeks.. er.. twelve days. If I wasn't writing in pen, I'd have made the correction right there.. but nooo.. Its Two-Thousand-And-Freaking-Fourteen, and they don't have erasable ink in ALL pens.. Dammit all. Well, I came down with a bad case of Pneumonia; just as bad as when I had it when I was eight. At least I didn't go to the hospital this time. As for my love, she's doing just great. It seems she's a better artist than I. I wish you, whomever is reading this, could see her paintings.. absolutely gorgeous. Nearly as perfect as her.. Tyne, don't be a dumbass and lose her!
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| November 16th, 2014
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| The question. I popped the question. If you haven't guessed by my short and stuttered sentances, I'm insanely happy. She said 'Yes'!! A December wedding - Kind of quick, I know. Anyways.. I've got to get to work.
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| November 20th, 2014
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| Sixteen days of full-time work, and I got a promotion! $23.50 an hour. Talk about bank. A 12-Hour Day.. kind of boring, but all I do is sit behind a desk, typing. Typing. Typing. Luckily, I've got a Secretary who does most of my work for me.. Easy paychecks!
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| November 27th, 2014
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| I've had a busy week.. No time to write. Lets just say my love might be getting cold feet.
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| December 1st, 2014
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| ...Well that was short lived. She left me. The world can go to hell right now. You want to know why she left me? My car. My DAMN car. I guess she doesn't like Class.. That is, an E-Class Mercedes. She left me because my car was nicer than hers... I wonder how much I could pawn this ring for..
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| December 6th, 2014
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| Well that was weird.. News reports about some people expierencing a stigmata. Bleeding out of their eyes and mouths.. dying.. losing their pulse.. standing up again. Scary shit. It's like something out of one of those vintage 70's Zombie Movies. I hope they get this shit solved out.. I'm actually tempted to buy a gun, just in case.
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| December 9th, 2014
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| News on that whole "Zombie" thing. The "undead" are spreading through the country.. The Queen gave permission for the military to use extreme force against any "Zombies" or "Zombie Impersonators".. Thats fucking scary. There was a casualty spike of about 400 individuals last night..
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| December 13th, 2014
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| ...Alright. I went and bought a pistol today. A Baretta .. as classic as it is effective, I know. Light, too. I've also stocked up on dried foods.. Some of those Zombie things have neared my neighborhood in the past weeks, and I saw them shot dead. I'm thinking of hopping town.
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| [In blue ink in the original publication] December 15th, 2014
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| I know. Blue pen. It sucks. I was hoping to write this entire thing in black ink, too.. Oh well. I showed up to work today with a suitcase. Within in; my pistol, three extra, filled clips, $750 in cash, and a bottle of water. No way in hell I'm going back home tonight. Eight people on my block got "Zombified". I'm fucking scared to step outside without my gun ready at my side. [blue ink end]
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| December 20th, 2014
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| Ah.. back to black ink... well.. I had to shoot someone today.. Er.. something.. Yeah.. I don't want to talk abo-.. er.. write about it. Screw everything..
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| ===Update 2===
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| December 21st, 2014
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| Well, forget being scared to step outside, I'm staying here. I've turned the rooftop into a barricaded makeshift headquarters. Everyone in my building fled, leaving their doors wide open. Some bloke actually left a note saying, "I'm gone.. you, whomever you are, can be free to pillage my apartment. Food, furniture.. anything.. Good luck.". Creepy, I know. Luckily, the guy had a full pantry of dried foods. Score.
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| December 23rd, 2014
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| As a Christmas gift to myself, two days in advance, I barricaded this building like crazy. Refridgerators stacked horizontally on their sides up against the doors with washing-machines and dressers behind them. All floor exits were blocked, including windows, and the fire escaped were pulled up. This building is seperated from other buildings by a 10-meter gap, so I doubt anyone will surprise me by jumping over here.
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| December 25th, 2014
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| Merry Christmas, self!
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| ... Sigh..
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| Things are getting unruly. Luckily, I have a visitor with me. Xaeth is his name. Weird name, I know. It's pronounced "Zay-Uth", and he says it's from Iran, where he grew up. This guy fled the U.S. when President Willshire declared all people of Middle-Eastern descent be exiled or executed. If whomever is reading this is too far off in the "glorious" future to remember, the U.S. had been at war with Iraq since the first years of the millenia, around 2002, and is still at it. This guy brought with him a shotgun and quite a bit of Ammunition. He's already proven himself a solid mate.
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| December 27th, 2014
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| Xaeth and I, still recovering from a night of Christmas drinking, here a bit shellshocked to peer over the roof of our little fortress to see a swarm of Zombies down below. A few potshots into the crowd dropped about seven of them, but I stopped, thinking they'd hear the gunshots and begin to attack. Oddly enough, they didn't. Unless a bullet actually pierced them, they did nothing. Just walked around.. Weird. Xaeth is currently cooking up some Kebabs in room 702E, and I can already smell them. Surprisingly enough, he's three floors down. Those must be some pretty bitchin' Kebabs.
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| December 29th, 2014
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| Lost.. wandering through the halls of this building, we've been breached. We went downstairs for one of our daily damage assessments on our barricades to find that they were completely gone. We've since locked ourselves on the roof with as much supplies as possible, awaiting any would-be intruders out there. 21 Pistol Clips and 57 rounds of Shotgun Ammunition, eighteen MRE's and 40 cups of Ramen Noodles, 16 Gallons of water and a 24-Pack of Diet Coke; We're set and ready for hell.
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| ===Update 3===
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| December 30th, 2014
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| Well that was short lived.. We've since found out that a survivor group known as "The Hand Of Malton" has inflitrated our stronghold. Luckily, they're friendly. We worked out a nice deal with them regarding our building. They maintain the barricades and assist with squad trips to the Supermarket to search for food, and Xaeth and I stay up-top, providing hourly reports on the zombie situation around us, and lending our assistance in regards to First-Aid. Mutual, indeed.
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| December 31st, 2014
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| Rolley Collins, a mate of ours who runs with "The Hand" (as we've come to call them) has joined up with me and Xaeth. He's a mechanical genius and can fix anything. Moreso, he's a cook. Just in time, too, since Xaeth ate our last cup of Ramen Noodles for his Dinner. Speaking of dinner.. we have no lunches around here. One man guards from morning to mid-afternoon, and one man guards from mid-afternoon to morning. Any time inbetween is spent with both men awake. We only eat when no one is on-duty, which leaves two meal periods each day. At least I've dropped a few this way, eh?
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| January 1st, 2015
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| Happy new year! The members of 'The Hand' surprised us with a banquet tonight. Potato Chips, Sparkling Cider, a Frozen Pizza (which we cooked in the oven in room 201B), and loads of Popcorn. A great time to be had. None of the other guys were into liquor except for me and Xaeth, so we spent it sober. Who cares, though? Now that we've got a fairly military-esque operation going on here, we can't get smashed. Oh well.
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| January 7th, 2015
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| Not good. Rolley cut his arm on a belt which hooked up the engine of our Generator to its surge protecting unit, and it looks pretty bad. We think it's infected. I wrapped it tightly with Gauss, after cleaning it with some Alcohol, and the only thing we can do now is wait. We're hoping it clears up in a week or so.
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| January 9th, 2015
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| Rolley's cut is worsening. Around the Gauss wrappings his arm is turning purplish, and he says it stings to touch it. He's gone pale, and his eyes are slightly sunken in. I don't think he'll make it another week.
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| January 12th, 2015
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| Rolley is feeling a little better. He's at the point where he can hold a pistol up with his bad arm, fire it, and reload it; all without unbearable pain. Mind you, he's still in pain. Now, though, if we need to abandon ship in the even of a zombie break-in, he won't be completely defenseless.
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| January 14th, 2015
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| I'll be damned. A zombie broke in. Apparently the bungee cord holding the fire escape ladder snapped, and the ladder fell off completely. It provided a makeshift ramp over a chainlink fence which provided a little protection to our back-yard area, where we deposit and burn our wastes, and where we'll eventually deposit and burn our dead, if necessary. Rolley got to try out his Busted-Arm pistoleer skills, and was successful. It only took him four shots to land one hit on the zombies shoulder, and another two to nail it in the head. Perfect - this left him with one more shot to use on himself if he became overwhelmed with those rotting sacks of flesh.
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| January 19th, 2015
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| Well.. turns out Rolley won't need that last bullet after all.. he died this morning, after saying a few last words: "I never wanted to 'be' anyone, mates.. you've made me someone. I feel like I belong.. thanks.. Forget me not, eh..?..".. yeah.. not a man of words, but nonetheless, we apprecaited them. Tis a sad day, indeed.
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| January 21st, 2015
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| Two members of 'The Hand' were bitten by zombies today, and they dropped dead shortly after. While the bodies were dead, we adorned makeshift hazmat suits and chucked the bodies in a Chanlink-Fence cage we constructed on the roof. Below the cage were several pieces of sheet metal. The cage had a hinged roof, which was lowered onto two zombie corpses which were in a face-down lying position. The cage was two-and-a-half meters by two-and-a-half meters, and was only two-thirds of a meter tall. We doused the zombies with Gasoline and allowed it to soak into their quickly rotting flesh, and waited until they rose again. As soon as their rising bodies clunked against the roof, sounding a pressure-sensitive alarm we constructed out of salvaged car horns, we knew they were "alive" again. Tossing a match upon them, we watched as their corpses were burned to a fine grey ash. Fun, isn't it?
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| January 24th, 2015
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| Our "Zombie Toasting Cage" has become fairly useful in these past few days. Six more zombies in the past three days have required some burning, and me and Xaeth were in charge of the cage operation and maintenence, since it was on the roof. Sometimes we got bored and put a zombie which hadn't risen yet on the side of the building, doused it with gasoline, and waited for it to rise. Once risen, we set it aflame and shot it in the head, then watched it fall to the ground below and catch other zombies aflame. This building was made of solid concrete and rebar, so it wasn't going down in a blaze, however.
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| March 2nd, 2015
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| A local Police Department yielded armor, ammunition, weapons, and something even more useful. A Radio. Apparently, other survivors had set up radio "stations" using their own city-wide public radio frequencies, and we opened up our own, too. It was dedicated to Ashgrove Lane, the street which we had settled upon, and it was mainly for talk. We spoke of the zombie situation, tips of zombie corpse removal, first aid techniques, etcetera. We always broadcasted our address at the beginning, end, and during regular intervals in our programs, in case any needy survivors seeked a place to stay. None have showed up, yet.
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| March 3rd, 2015
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| I spoke too soon. Seven new survivors arrived today. A medic, a cook, an cop, a bartender, a Preschool Teacher, a banker, and a stand-up comedian. Thankfully, the comedian is actually funny. Not but two hours ago he had us doubled over in laughter at a joke he made about zombies and seatbelts. Some horrid descriptions of zombies attacking people stuck in traffit. Aweful stuff, but a nice and well-needed light touch to our situation.
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| March 5th, 2015
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| One of our new arrivals, the Bartender, was killed today. While trying to clean out a shotgun, he accidentally triggered it, blowing out a side of his head. We aren't sure exactly how people are zombified, so we burned his body just in case. One guy suggested that it is a Zombie's bite which causes it, and others say it is just death in general, since its an air-traveling thing. I say both of their theories are bollocks.
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| March 6th, 2015
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| Four more of the new arrivals died. One commited suicide, one OD'd on our only painkillers, and the other two were zombified. We burned all of their corpses. Xaeth actually threw up a few times in his own self-disgust after burning the corpses. On a lighter note.. well.. not really, but a note nonetheless - We found another journal. It was Rolley's journal. It was first dated August 19th, 2012, and banters on about his Ex-Girlfriend and taxes. But, if you skip ahead, you'll start hearing about this group.. "The Hand Of Malton". Same group who is occupying our building. Lets just s-
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| March 8th, 2015
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| Sorry about ending so abruptly.. and about writing in blue ink. I lost my other pen someplace. Xaeth is looking for it right now, and I'm on Zombie watch. Anyways.. I had to end the last message on an unfinished note because Daxus Smithings, the leader of "The Hand Of Malton" had walked in and inquired as to what I was writing. I said it was a sketch-book, and I was just doodling. Him, being a busy guy gave me the benefit of the doubt, and let me be. Phew.
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| March 10th, 2015
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| Xaeth found my pen! It was under one of our beds in our apartment room. I can't really remember if I already wrote about the rooms. I guess I'll do it again / for the first time. Xaeth and I share a three-bedroom Apartment on the 4th floor. We've got one bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom. My bed is to the left-most corner of the wall opposite of the door, and his is on the exact opposite of the room from me. The door is inbetween us on the wall against which Xaeth sleeps. There is a window not too far from the foot of my bed which leads to a fortified Fire-Escape ladder. We removed the ladder extending downwards and used its perfectly round bars to make hinges for our Zombie-Burning cage on the roof. Now THAT is some original mechanics.
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| March 13rd, 2015
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| We finally got to read more into Rolley's journal today. Turns out "The Hand of Malton" used to be an Eco-Terrorist organization, working alongside the GFS. If I'm long-gone and you're in the future, and the GFS isn't in your history books, it stood for "Global Freedom Syndicate". These guys basically blew stuff up in the name of "Mother Earth". Anyways.. It turns out they were planning on blowing up this very building as a message to the Butchers shop directly across the street to stop dumping its waste instead of burning it. No matter what you say, Chicken Liver will NOT return a significant amount of Carbon to the atmosphere is burned. It truly is best burned. And not roasted either. I'm talking "Ash-ifyed".
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| March 19th, 2015
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| Well.. I can safely say "The Hand of Malton" wasn't planning on giving up their Eco-Terrorism due to the Zombie infestation. They apparently had found some military-issue grenades in one of the apartment buildings; the one belonging to this one gang-banger I had a violent encounter with, and ... well.. ugh. I hate writing this. My hand is shaking just thinking about it. Let me set the scene for you, whomever you are.
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| With Daxus Smithings standing on the ledge of the rooftop looking down, his head officer, or whom I assume is his head officer, lobbed a genade down to the Butchers Shop roof, where the Butcher had taken up refuge due to the Zombies. The butcher, asleep, was completely oblivious to this. W.. ugh... While his body was still intact after the blast, one of his legs was completely severed.. Daxus actually laughed as his corpse was propelled down to the zombies below, where it was devoured. Sadly, we now know how someone is zombified. They're infected from the Zombie's bite. We know this because, after the Butcher was eaten upon, his one-legged, zombified self attempted to rise.
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| March 20th, 2015
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| I didn't sleep last night. I was too busy thinking of what they did to Craig, the Butcher. He was a buddy of mine.. I mean, sure, I hadn't stopped by in a while, even before the whole zombie situation, but I had a busy life.. I had just been layed off from my Fire-Fighting position, and was pretty much broke for a good four months. Then, I found the job at the Mall and.. well.. that leads up to the initial reports of Zombies, and then we're right back here. I'm going to talk to Xaeth tomorrow about this whole "The Hand of Malton" situation. We're thinking of running over to the Giddings Mall for refuge.
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| March 23rd, 2015
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| With the blood of the vanquished upon my hands, I've cleared "The Hand of Malton" of its leader. Under the cover of darknes.. oh wait. That was terrible cliche`. Once again I find myself bitching at the insurmountable and plethoric stupidity of non-erasable ink. Ahem.. Where wa- oh yes. Straight forward, now; Last night, I snuck into the private apartment room where Daxus Smithings was sleeping, and with the glorious assistance of a serraded steak knife from my Apartment room, slit his throat. I held a rag over the top of the knife to catch any blood spatter, as to not immediatly accuse me of it. Afterwards, I threw the knife onto the roof of the Butcher shop which they grenaded, and I burnded the rag. No evidence. I also left a note which I ruthlessly nailed to the skull of Daxus. It read, "Paper, Rock, Sissors. You threw a rock at me, I got you back with the edge of the Sissors. Reading this on the Paper, I promise we'll meet up in hell. ~Craig, The Butcher". I mean, sure, he didn't "really" write it, but I'm sure thats what he would have said. Regardless, its what they deserve. And with that, I bid they adieu. Xaeth and I used our fire-Escape ladder, which was about seven meters long when fully extended, to hop onto the adjacent building. From there, we continued to hop from building to building. We've now taken refuge in the smartest place possible: A movie theater on the opposite side of Malton. To be more specific, this all occured over the past three days, and we've been traveling stealthily for the past two days, as to not be noticed by other survivors or zombies.
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| March 25th, 2015
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| Power was cut from the Theater yesterday. A broken circut board meant lights could either die or burst at any given moment, so we decided to just cut the power alltogether. This particular part of Malton was littered with movie theaters, so we managed to find another one. This one, a small, one-projector theater, suited our needs much better. It had no beds, but it had functioning power, only one door, and no windows. The perfect fortress. Even more perfect - it looked terrible from the outside. Any survivor with half a brain would continue walking by and not give it a second chance as a forimdable stronghold. Hell, it even had eight locks on the front door to protect it from vagrants or hoodlums. We decided to barricade the entire entry-room of the theater just in case. If you, you futuristic bloke reading this, have no idea what an entry-room is (probably because you have a bloody teleporter at your time), it is a small, three-meter by three-meter room which the entry door leads in to. It usually has paintings on its walls. Opposite of the entry door is a fancier door than the entry door, mainly because they wouldn't need to attatch ugly padlocks on it since that is what the entry door is for. This made for the perfect bottleneck for Xaeth and I to barricade.
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| March 26th, 2015
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| Life continues as steady as a day before the outbreak. Xaeth and I found a HUGE walk-in freezer in the Movie Theater today. It served as the all-purpose storage room, as the cold temperatures kept even the dryest of foods crisp and fresh, and not stale. Within the freezer was about two crates of popcorn, breads and lunchmeats, hotdogs, and even a couple dozen gallons of canned water. Oh.. I forgot. You're in the future. "Canned Water" is water, in a can, which insulates the water to the point just above freezing. This way, your water will be kept fresh for years, without it having to thaw-out to be drank. The military invented it, as it provided an easy-to-carry fresh water supply on every troop. Essentially, it's quite similar to Liquid MRE's. Oh.. if you don't know what an MRE is, its a "Meal Ready To Eat", and they taste like shit. True boxes of bollocks, they are.
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| March 27th, 2015
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| Xaeth and I pretty much watched old movies today, paying no mind to our barricade situation. Luckily, we made an enterance into the building clean enough for no trace to be left on the outside. We're completely unknown to the rest of the zombie-infested world. Hooray for us, eh? Man.. I love these old movies.. This one, "The Maltese Falcon", is nearly a century old. Cinema never gets too old to be enjoyed..
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| March 29th, 2015
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| Well, one thing sure as hell gets too old to be enjoyed. These movies are starting to bug me. It's the same slutty woman (with all due respect, Madame Monroe), in the same slutty dress, dating the same gangster. Heh. Oh, if I had a Tommy Gun... ... ... oh, speaking of guns. Xaeth and I got bored, went up to the roof, and took potshots at the Zombies below us. Quite fun.
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| April 2nd, 2015
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| No April Fools entry here. I'm honestly scared to go to sleep. Remember those potshots I wrote about? Well, apparently the adjascent buildings of "our" cinema were infested with Zombies. A few fell out of the side-windows and crashed onto our roof, and nearly found their way into the Projector Booth-To-Roof staircase. We've unbolted a few chairs in the Screening Room and piled them up in the staircase leading to the roof, just in case. We haven't seen the outside world in a day, and we know nothing of the current situation. However, we did hear gunshots not too long ago. From the sound of it, it was either a high-powered pistol, or the average hunting rifle. Even scarier, we heard the screeching of tires and then a crash. I hope to God the driver is alright.
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| April 10th, 2015
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| Xaeth and I have been on the move for the past few days. A quick recap of the previous situation:
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| The screeching car was a Military Convoy Truck, carrying troops to apparently aid survivors in the clearing of zombies. No dice there, as a zombie is nearly impossible to kill, with a headshot, from a moving vehicle, using an automatic rifle or Sub-Machine Gun. I guess the military should really do some looking-into on the zombie anatomy. Anyone with half a brain knows you've got to take out the half-a-brain of a zombie to kill it.
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| Anyways.. Xaeth and I have barricaded outselves atop a convenience store for the time being. It provides up with shelter and food. Also, the large sign of the convenience store, which extends from the "floor" of the roof and up about 7 feet provides a safe spot to sleep against, as you have no chance of accidentally rolling off the building or onto something deadly.
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| April 12th, 2015
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| Well the Queen be damned! Another group of apparently insane survivors in a building down the block has began siege upon us! Xaeth, the freak-of-nature he is with a pistol, managed to "Pistol-Snipe" one of their mates. Thats a one-block distance, with a 9MM Pistol, and a headshot. Talk about lucky. Right after he did that, I hopped into the convenience store and stole a Lotto Ticket. Now, if only the Government were still holding the drawings.. I'd be rich! Probably dead by the time it would actually happen, but still, rich! Regardless of my future riches, that Convenience-Store Sign which provided a sleeping-wall also provided some nice cover. Sure, the back of it is made of wood.. but the front of it? SOLID CONCRETE. Talk about barricaded.
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| April 14th, 2015
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| We awoke this morning to peer over and see if our "enemy" survivor group were still up-and-about, and much to our surprise, they weren't. A flipping huge crater was carved into the side of their building, and the top half of it had caved in onto the street. Bodies covered the ground near there, and Zombies were struggling to free themselves from the rubble and remains of the building. Oh, what a sight it was. However, we don't exactly know what caused the huge crater in the first place... ... ...
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| Last Update: Feb. 16, 2007
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| Original Storyline for "Tyne Morru" by Arman Nobari. All digital literary works displayed here are copyrighted by Arman Nobari, last registered as a copyright in 2007. This is the new, and now only official storyline of Tyne Morru, written by his gamer, Arman Nobari. The last one has since been removed.
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| ==User Profile (Not Roleplay-Related)==
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| Here is some is some info about me and my Urban Dead character, my friends, etcetera.
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| ===Personal Info===
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| char_name=Tyne Morru|
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| char_image= [[Image:Tyne_morru_wiki_img.png]] |
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| char_joindate=2006-10-03|
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| char_class=Level 41 Firefighter|
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| char_equip=Pistol, Fireaxe, iPod|
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| char_profileID=463563|
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| char_status=Either Living or Dead|
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| char_group=[[South Paynterton Aces]]|
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| char_stats=Maxed All Skills Except Brain-Rot|
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| char_journal=See Above for complete Roleplay-Journal}}
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| ===DJ Career===
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| I'm one of the DJ's for the South Paynterton Aces. My Alt, "DJ Tyne Morru" is stationed someplace far off from Paynterton's conflict, and is barricaded up with DJ Erzisun (alt of erzisun) and a transmitter, and is broadcasting regularly on 28.28.
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| 28.28 is the official frequency for The South Paynterton Aces.
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| Here is the Aces Radio Wiki Page: [[Aces_Radio]]
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| ===Friends===
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| These People Are Either Great Citizens, Great Leaders, Or All-Around Great People.
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| -Bake Hayes
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| -Black Scotty
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| -The Red Baron
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| -Teh Gord
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| -Will Smogg
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| -Pokerlord
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| -Rex Pearson
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| -Rogue Tech
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| -corrosive30
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| -erzisun
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| ===South Paynterton Aces===
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| [[Image:Acesbanner.jpg]]
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| </div>
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| <big>'''''"Buddies you can count on, fast revives and free beer on Fridays!"'''''</big>
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| </div>
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| ===Enemies===
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| -The Paynterton Saints
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| -PK'ers Everywhere
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