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Last year we managed quite a Christmas card image of Wyke Hills, with the | Last year we managed quite a Christmas card image of Wyke Hills, with the strings of lights strung out on every corner. But c'mon survivors of this year. Are you going to let survivors of last year show you up? They didn't weather the return of the Dead like you did. They are old news, and I think they have been saying rude things about you behind your back. Time to put your tinsel where your mouth is! Get out there and start decorating; fortune and fame await you. <br><br> | ||
Resident’s of Wyke hills are asked to light and decorate as much as they can. Sure zombies will tear down your Christmas decorations eventually, but that is no excuse not to show your holiday spirit. Pictures or screen-grabs can be posted to the discussion page for this article. The ultimate goal of this portion of the event will be to be able to piece together a picture of Wyke Hills in its entire splendor for next year’s Christmas cards. The best decorated building will receive mention on the wiki along with the person or group who takes credit for decorating it. Shiny template spam will be awarded to the decorator and your name will go down in Wyke Hills History. <br><br> | Resident’s of Wyke hills are asked to light and decorate as much as they can. Sure zombies will tear down your Christmas decorations eventually, but that is no excuse not to show your holiday spirit. Pictures or screen-grabs can be posted to the discussion page for this article. The ultimate goal of this portion of the event will be to be able to piece together a picture of Wyke Hills in its entire splendor for next year’s Christmas cards. The best decorated building will receive mention on the wiki along with the person or group who takes credit for decorating it. Shiny template spam will be awarded to the decorator and your name will go down in Wyke Hills History. <br><br> | ||
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~[[Image:Vsig.png|link=User:Vapor]] <sub>23:12, 21 December 2011 (UTC)</sub> | ~[[Image:Vsig.png|link=User:Vapor]] <sub>23:12, 21 December 2011 (UTC)</sub> | ||
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====<Font Color=red><font size=4>The zombie’s Head </font></font>==== | ====<Font Color=red><font size=4>The zombie’s Head</font></font>==== | ||
(to the classic carol “the Boar’s Head”)<br><br> | (to the classic carol “the Boar’s Head”)<br><br> | ||
The zombie's head in hand bear I, <br> | The zombie's head in hand bear I, <br> | ||
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Gloria cognitionem! <br> | Gloria cognitionem! <br> | ||
<sub>(Translation: for the glory of knowledge!)</sub><br><br> | <sub>(Translation: for the glory of knowledge!)</sub><br><br> | ||
--{{User:A.schwan/sig}} <sub>Saturday, 24 December 2011</sub> | --{{User:A.schwan/sig}} <sub>Saturday, 24 December 2011</sub><br> | ||
(Performed in the Wicksted Building in Wyke Hills Christmas eve) | |||
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====<Font Color=red><font size=4>Away in an RP</font></font>==== | |||
Away in an RP,<br> | |||
No stick for his head<br> | |||
The little lone zombie<br> | |||
Still wandered undead<br> | |||
The stars in the bright sky<br> | |||
Looked down where He stood<br> | |||
The little lone zombie<br> | |||
Not up to no good<br><br> | |||
The NT was glowing<br> | |||
The lab worker wakes<br> | |||
The little lone zombie<br> | |||
Some mrh?-ing he makes<br><br> | |||
"I'll stick thee, lone zombie<br> | |||
Just remain close by<br> | |||
I'll prep a syringe,<br> | |||
A revive is nigh."<br><br> | |||
--forum submitted by D.S. R&D member buebert<br><br> | |||
====<Font Color=red><font size=4>Oh Little City of Malton</font></font>==== | |||
O little city of Malton, <br> | |||
How still we see thee lie!<br> | |||
Above thy deep and undead sleep<br> | |||
The supply planes go by; <br> | |||
Yet in thy dark streets rot-eth<br> | |||
The ever shambling blight;<br> | |||
The dreads and fears of all the years<br> | |||
Are met in thee tonight.<br><br> | |||
How violently, how violently,<br> | |||
The undead gift is given!<br> | |||
The feeding starts with beating hearts<br> | |||
The bone and flesh is riven.<br> | |||
All ears may hear the groaning,<br> | |||
The zombie shambles round,<br> | |||
Where meek souls can't repel him, still<br> | |||
The barricades cave in.<br><br> | |||
Come scientists from all Malton!<br> | |||
Descend to us, we pray;<br> | |||
Cast out the zombs with CR bombs,<br> | |||
revive us all today.<br> | |||
Search out the new syringes<br> | |||
There seem to be plenty;<br> | |||
O come to us, abide with us,<br> | |||
Friends from the local NT<br><br> | |||
--Performed in Old Arkham and forum submitted by Sigmund Amenhauser<br><br> | |||
====<Font Color=red><font size=4>Zat You Bounty Hunter</font></font>==== | |||
Zat You, Bounty Hunter? <br> | |||
Slaying I'm preparing For some Malton sharing <br> | |||
But I pause because grabing my guns I can hear a knocking<br> | |||
Zat you, Bounty Hunter? <br> | |||
Sure is dark out Ain't the slightest Spark out <br> | |||
'Pon my slackened jaw Who's there? <br> | |||
Who is it Stopping for a visit? <br> | |||
'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? <br> | |||
Are you bringing A Bounty Claim on me? <br> | |||
Something deathly death for me? <br> | |||
Then it's just What I've been slaying for <br> | |||
Would you mind giving the warning before? <br> | |||
Cold dead Zombies are howling <br> | |||
Or could that be their stomach growling?<br> | |||
That Shotgun will tear me asunder when the blasts sound like thunder <br> | |||
My, my, oh, me, my <br> | |||
Kindly would you reply?<br> | |||
'Zat you, Bounty Hunter?<br> | |||
Griping my axe I can hear a knocking<br> | |||
'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? <br> | |||
I say, who's there Who is it?<br> | |||
Are you stopping For a claim or just a visit?<br> | |||
'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Oh there, <br> | |||
Bounty Hunter You're giving me a scare <br> | |||
Now stop teasing Cause I know You're there <br> | |||
We don't believe In no RG today <br> | |||
But I can't explain Why I'm shaking this way<br> | |||
Bet I can see Ole Bounty Hunter in the keyhole I'll get to the cause <br> | |||
One peek And I'll try there <br> | |||
Oh, oh There's an eye there <br> | |||
'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? <br> | |||
Please, please Pity my knees <br> | |||
Say that's you Bounty Hunter!<br><br> | |||
--[http://iamscott.net/1324777379247.html Performed] by Josh Clark in The Needs Building Christmas eve<br><br> | |||
====<Font Color=red><font size=4>What's This?</font></font>==== | |||
<sub>(To the tune of "What's This" from the Nightmare Before Christmas)</sub><br><br> | |||
What's this? What's this?<br> | |||
There's no zombies everywhere<br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
There's no groaning in the air<br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
I can't believe my eyes<br> | |||
I must be dreaming<br> | |||
Wake up, folks, this isn't fair<br> | |||
What's this?<br><br> | |||
What's this? What's this?<br> | |||
There's something very wrong<br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
Survivors are living long<br><br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
The streets are empty and<br> | |||
Survivors laughing<br> | |||
Everybody seems so happy<br> | |||
Have I possibly gone daffy?<br> | |||
What is this?<br> | |||
What's this?<br><br> | |||
There are people mass barricading here<br> | |||
instead of gnawing heads<br> | |||
They're busy stocking up on sticks<br> | |||
And absolutely no one's dead<br><br> | |||
There's light in every window<br> | |||
Oh, I can't believe my eyes<br> | |||
And in my bones I feel the yawn<br> | |||
That's coming from inside<br><br> | |||
Oh, look<br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
They're stocking up on needles, they stick<br> | |||
Why that looks so unique, inspired<br> | |||
They're gathering around to hear a story<br> | |||
Installing gennies with a wire<br> | |||
What's this?<br> | |||
What's this?<br><br> | |||
In here they've got a little tree, how queer<br> | |||
And who would ever think<br> | |||
And why?<br><br> | |||
They're covering it with tiny little things<br> | |||
They've got electric lights on strings<br> | |||
And there's a smile on everyone<br> | |||
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong<br> | |||
There are no zeds<br> | |||
There are no zeds<br> | |||
Oh, could it be the zeds are gone?<br> | |||
What's this?<br><br> | |||
Oh my, what now?<br> | |||
The Wulves are all asleep<br> | |||
But look, there's nothing underneath<br> | |||
No zeds, no rotters here to groan and scare them<br> | |||
Or bite them, only little cozy things<br> | |||
Secure inside their dreamland<br> | |||
What's this?<br><br> | |||
The zombies are all missing<br> | |||
And the death toll can't be found<br> | |||
And in their place there seems to be<br> | |||
Good feeling all around<br><br> | |||
Instead of screams, I swear<br> | |||
I can hear music in the air<br> | |||
The smell of cakes and pies<br> | |||
Is absolutely everywhere<br><br> | |||
The sights, the sounds<br> | |||
They're everywhere and all around<br> | |||
I've never felt so bored before<br> | |||
This empty revive line isn't filling up<br> | |||
I simply had had enough<br><br> | |||
I hate it, oh, I hate it<br> | |||
Oh, I hate it this quiet town<br> | |||
I've got to know<br> | |||
I've got to know<br> | |||
What is this place that I have found?<br> | |||
What is this?<br> | |||
Wyke Hills, hmm...<br><br> | |||
--[http://iamscott.net/1324867088524.html Performed] by Axe Hack inside [[the Wicksted Building]] on December 26<sup>th</sup>.<br><br> | |||
====<Font Color=red><font size=4>Twas a moment before a Massacre</font></font>==== | |||
Again Christmas is here, Marven Mall is alight.<br> | |||
With singing and shopping, a winter delight. <br> | |||
But as the Holidays kick off and you've tucked into bed <br> | |||
Don't be surprise if next time you log in you're dead.<br> | |||
Behold the Flowers of Decay who have braved many perils <br> | |||
With the Philosophe Knights to bring Marven our carols <br> | |||
Pardon our pitch, if our songs hurt your ears <br> | |||
Trust us our wasailing should be the least of your fears<br> | |||
A blizzard now blows, frozen tendrils of dread. <br> | |||
It's not the weather my friend, But a storm made of lead. <br> | |||
Decking the halls with bullets in flight. <br> | |||
Merry Christmas to all and all a good night.<br> | |||
--Written by Rob Oppenheimer and performed by Raddox Murtangle at Marven Mall on Dec 20th, 2011. | |||
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