User:Jerden

This is Jerden, the High Lord of Crowbank, leader of Jerden Rules Crowbank (JRC). I also play Dr Frank Franklin, who's a friendly Dual Nature Necrotech Scientist, who actually delivers vigilate justice to PKers when he's got the ammo and a good reason, and recently I created Old Barbara, a zombie granny ready to strike at the living.

	Alt user
	This user has alts but DOESN'T Zerg.

	Fair Tactics Leader
	This group leader has ratified the Coalition for Fair Tactics Group Pledge.

	PKers are people too!
	This user or group acknowledges the fact that PKers play a legitimate role in a zombie apocalypse and that they are people too.

‎	Player Killer
	"One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god." This user is a PKer and supports the act of Player Killing.

	Sacred Ground Policy Supporter
	This user or group supports the Sacred Ground Policy and acknowledges that all Cemeteries in the city of Malton are considered Revivification Points.

Jerden

Some call me Crazy. Egotistical. Sociopathic. Megalomanical. Delusional. Ridiculous. Moronic. Stupid, Pathetic, Useless. And others call me His Majesty. I am Jerden. And I say I rule Crowbank. That's right. Jerden Rules Crowbank. You will have heard of it if you're reading this, as I'm telling you about it now.

I don't really mind how people play the game, as long as they enjoy it. And I prefer to play Urban Dead by leading my group, helping those in need, talking with others, spay-painting propaganda, and also:

	PK Count
	Jerden has PKed 46 people.

Some would say I take this far too seriously. I say that I just don't even take not taking things too seriously seriously. (Trust me, it makes sense in my head! A lot of weird things do.)

Why should I rule Crowbank? Better question - Why not? (Post your answers to my discussion page and I'll see if they're good enough to add below!) I actually have fairly few enemies, as a lot of foes go inactive, leave the area, [TSI or we become friends/not enemies through a combination of banter, boredom and violence.] Maybe I should find more.

Now, I think I'll tell you my life story, in third person. I am the last of the Ancient and Noble House of Brownish Green, with blood so blue it's probably the sign of some sorty of genetic diesease. I was born in the depths of Day during a chilly breeze and then was raised by Badgers, who taught me all I know of love, life, and eating earthworms and small mammals. Sadly, I accidentally killed my adoptive badger family in a horrible accident that involved a squirrel, a blunt stick, a crisp packet and Brazil. I then decided to run away to sea or London, got lost, then joined the military and became a Soldier in search of Glory Honor and that sock I lost. Also, I'd always wanted to shoot people. For some reason, none of my comrades liked me, even after I found earthworms and dead frogs for lunch. Weird. It may explain why I was airdropped into Malton in May 2011. I decided to save this godforsaken city from the zombie apocalypse thing that everyone was worried about. Obviously, I would win many medals for my bravery and live happily ever after.

This dream was crushed very shortly by a zombie when it turned out I was rubbish at staying alive, staying alive, ah, ah, ah, staying alive. I wandered Malton as a zombie for a long time, thinking profound thoughts like HARMAN HANBARGAHZ until I got revived and tried my hand at PKing with only Basic Firearms Training and a Fire Axe. Stupid idea, but I had been a zombie for a long time so killing humans was all I knew. I continued my unlife as a zombie for a while, gained XP and when I was next revived I took up PKing until I found myself in Crowbank with plenty of fire power. I then got to work making enemies. One day an idea struck me, a wonderful idea, and JRC began, although it has undergone many changes. I swore of violence in favor of peaceful speeches and graffiti, but I got bored. I decided to renounce my sworn oath, because I had my fingers crossed, so there. I like to think that I now add a little challenge, a bit of crazy fun and a lot of random violence to Urban Dead. Some would say I ruin the game, but they're just bitter pro-survivors who haven't realized the fun side of undeath. I do try to improve Crowbank, but you know how it is, you get bored of that.

I should probably add that several people have, rather bizarrely suggested that I've taken a few to many headshots and gone a little nuts, but they're all jealous. And probably dead.

My References from friends, enemies and bystanders:

• Wow. Jerden you Rule! -- A ZOMBIE ANT
• Jerden is everything right about Urban Dead. --Ross Less Ness
• Either you really are just totally inept, from the feeble coat of arms with its awful Google Latin, to the mish-mash of rules and stream-of-consciousness ramblings, or the page is the work of a truly twisted genius. I'm going with the first theory. -- Mallrat ^{TSI TKS CTD}
• Jerden > TSI. Mallrat just feels threatened :D --RadicalWhig
• I would love to pay an homage to High Lord and Supreme Ruler of Crowbank, Jerden. --
• "I know that zed. ID 1919714. JRC are loose cannons." -- Charles Balfour
• "We are simply the collective will of all Crowbankers and friendly neighbours who do not wish to see Crowbank fall under the iron-heeled jackboot clownshoes of any self-proclaimed 'rulers'." -- The FLUCkers
• "Ah, hello there, Jerden! I've joined up with Squadron 1111. I hope we don't decide to try and clear you from Crowbank. I like the touch of insanity you give the place." -- Doctor Zomb
• "Jerden I've heard about you but never seen you, was starting to think you were a just a story to scare new players with" -- NordickWarrior

	PKer
	jerden is a PKer and is probably off killing some poor defenseless survivor.

	Trigger Happy
	This user has guns. Do not cross them.

Dr Frank Franklin

He was once a nerd. He liked it. He was safe and content, graduating university with a PHD in Necrology. He joined Necrotech (Who else?) and hoped his employers wouldn't end up causing a zombie apocalypse. Frank believes, I stress based purely on lab rumors and deductive reasoning (guesswork) that this whole thing was caused by scientists trying to create a drug that could cure death. The problem with the revivification drugs Frank was experimenting with before the apocalypse (on rodents) was that they never worked well on corpses for some reason. It is possible that the disease was caused in a well intentioned way to preserve the vital functions until the cure could be provided to the individual inflicted with the normally fatal affliction of death. Frank certainly didn't cause the outbreak, as he always followed Lab Safety Procedures, and sincerely hopes it was accidental, although when you see some of the weirdos apparently working for Necrotech these days.... Anyway, something happened, and Frank eventually decided that he couldn't ignore the problem any longer. He took to the streets and eventually found a home at The Pippard Building Necrotech Rot Revive Facility in South Blythville, although he does get bored and travel sometimes, often with fatal results, which brings out a less pleasant side of the Doctor...

	Dual Nature
	This user supports the Dual Nature Policy.

	Combat Reviver
	This user or group supports the strategy known as 'Combat Revival'.

	Fertilize the Land Policy
	This user or group believes in regaining NT buildings at any cost!

Old Barbara

AKA Arrh Barbarah. A new character, intended to be a grumpy old lady. I figured that there's not enough elderly people in this game, you know? Rose from the dead the first time in Farnworth Alley in New Arkham. She's played as a zombie a lot but found that it's much easier to earn XP by healing people than by smashing at barricades, so she's willing to give that a try, but she's still dangerous when dead.