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character_name=Donald Crane| | |||
character_occupation= Fireman| | |||
member_of=Legends of Darkness| | |||
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character_owner=[[User:Donald_Crane|Donald Crane]]| | |||
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==The Beginning== | |||
===August 25th, 2008=== | ===August 25th, 2008=== | ||
I dont know what happened. It is hard for me to remember my past, and when I think about it I get sharp head aches. But I cant forget what happened yesterday. Getting restless I wandered outside the Firehouse I have been using as a safehouse. Wandering into a nearby park I saw him. I dont know why I attacked him I really dont. Must have thought he was a zombie, but after a few whacks with my axe I realized that the blood splurtting out was red. Alive blood. I ran away, horrified at what I had done. When I finally stopped running I was outside a hospital. So now I am inside, looking for First Aid Kits. I dont know who that guy was, or where he is now. But I shall try to redeem myself with healing. | |||
===August 26th,2008=== | |||
Still in the hospital. It is hard work gathering supplies for these Kits. But I ran into some other Firemen and have been officially accepted into the Malton Fire Department. So now I have a purpose and a mission, but I will still gather First Aid Kits. But these headaches, nobody here can help with them. And the dreams are getting worst. Always a dark, damp cell, and uniforms. Thats all for now, I need to sleep. | |||
===August 27th,2008=== | |||
Another restless night. I keep having those dreams. . . . .the uniforms and marching. I remember hiding, in fear, always afraid of being caught. But it wasnt the zombies like now. Oh you can hear their moans, deep in the night. If we're lucky they are far off. . . but there are enough nearby to know that they are close. A zombie got in last night, but the others here made short work of him. I just keep collecting these First Aid Kits. Maybe tomorrow I will move on the Academy. . . .assuming I can find it. | |||
===August 28th, 2008=== | |||
I made it to the Academy. While I was moving I could not help but feel deja vu, like I had made this trip before. But I cant remember why. When I thought about it the head aches came back, and I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. Thankfully no zombies got to me while I was out. Plenty of ruins nearby, so they must be around. Again, this feeling of being hunted. . . .with the zombies it makes sense. After a few hours I found a building with barricades low enough I could sneak in. I hope to get some sleep tonight. | |||
===August 29th, 2008=== | |||
Managed to heal a civilian today, and gathered a little experience. Other then that not a whole lot to say. Walked about outside a bit to find a better safehouse, but everything is barricaded too high. A nearby hospital has 20 zombies holding the ruin. . . .hopefully they wont smell me nearby. | |||
===August 30th, 2008=== | |||
I woke up to a loud groaning, fairly close by. I ran to the nearby hospital that was under attack. There was about 20 of them swaying outside, but I managed to get by and inside. There I saw about five of them attacking the civilians trapped there. Using the FAK's I have been carrying I managed to heal them all and cure many infections, but I couldnt do much more to defend them. Not wanting to be spotted myself I ran back to my safehouse. . . .I wonder if their holding up ok. Later I will try to run by and check on them again, but I cant even tell if they are wounded. I just healed everyone when I was there, but I got alot of experience. | |||
==Madness== | |||
===September 3rd, 2008=== | |||
Last night it came to me. The red cross on the black sky, the secret police, it all came back. Then I realized what I have done, who I have helped. Oh god, what have I done? I snuck outside and ran as long as I could. No idea where I was going I ended up on the edge of town. What did I find? More walls. The army. The whole city has become the dark dank cell of my nightmares. But its funny. In their haste to throw up the walls they have locked some of their own inside with the inmates. The guards are in here with us. I may not be able to escape, but I shall have my revenge. | |||
===September 7th, 2008=== | |||
What is happening to me? Yesterday I came across a guy. He looked familiar and I couldnt figure out why. Then there was this piercing pain. . . . and in rage I attacked him. After my axe struck I was horrified of what I'd done. So I healed him, but when I was done the rage took over again. Every axe blow was terrible, and I was mortified, but with each healing I fell into a deeper rage. What did they do to me? What have I done? Who am I? | |||
===September 8th, 2008=== | |||
I found one of them. At first I thought he was just another fireman. An easy mistake, he was dressed as such. Oh how the cowards hide now, they know this is all their fault, they are too blame. I was going to pass by but the badge on his jacket caught my attention, stopped me cold. There it was for the world to see. The Cross of Lorraine, dripped in blood. How can everyone be so stupid? They parade around for the world to see, yet nobody does nothing! Well I did. I attacked. again. Each swing a little bit of the pain left. Each swing my vision grew more red. My psychotic friend helped out, she knows the danger, she knows who they are. Or does she? Either way I will take her help, and together we will make them pain. | |||
[ooc]The above journal entry depicts Donald's first kill as a Psychopath with the [[Legends_of_Darkness|Legends]]. My victim, [http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=872354 Goofy McCoy], I am tying to the Role Play for my character, so some of the details above may not make sense to him.[/ooc] | |||
Latest revision as of 17:05, 10 September 2008
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The Beginning
August 25th, 2008
I dont know what happened. It is hard for me to remember my past, and when I think about it I get sharp head aches. But I cant forget what happened yesterday. Getting restless I wandered outside the Firehouse I have been using as a safehouse. Wandering into a nearby park I saw him. I dont know why I attacked him I really dont. Must have thought he was a zombie, but after a few whacks with my axe I realized that the blood splurtting out was red. Alive blood. I ran away, horrified at what I had done. When I finally stopped running I was outside a hospital. So now I am inside, looking for First Aid Kits. I dont know who that guy was, or where he is now. But I shall try to redeem myself with healing.
August 26th,2008
Still in the hospital. It is hard work gathering supplies for these Kits. But I ran into some other Firemen and have been officially accepted into the Malton Fire Department. So now I have a purpose and a mission, but I will still gather First Aid Kits. But these headaches, nobody here can help with them. And the dreams are getting worst. Always a dark, damp cell, and uniforms. Thats all for now, I need to sleep.
August 27th,2008
Another restless night. I keep having those dreams. . . . .the uniforms and marching. I remember hiding, in fear, always afraid of being caught. But it wasnt the zombies like now. Oh you can hear their moans, deep in the night. If we're lucky they are far off. . . but there are enough nearby to know that they are close. A zombie got in last night, but the others here made short work of him. I just keep collecting these First Aid Kits. Maybe tomorrow I will move on the Academy. . . .assuming I can find it.
August 28th, 2008
I made it to the Academy. While I was moving I could not help but feel deja vu, like I had made this trip before. But I cant remember why. When I thought about it the head aches came back, and I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. Thankfully no zombies got to me while I was out. Plenty of ruins nearby, so they must be around. Again, this feeling of being hunted. . . .with the zombies it makes sense. After a few hours I found a building with barricades low enough I could sneak in. I hope to get some sleep tonight.
August 29th, 2008
Managed to heal a civilian today, and gathered a little experience. Other then that not a whole lot to say. Walked about outside a bit to find a better safehouse, but everything is barricaded too high. A nearby hospital has 20 zombies holding the ruin. . . .hopefully they wont smell me nearby.
August 30th, 2008
I woke up to a loud groaning, fairly close by. I ran to the nearby hospital that was under attack. There was about 20 of them swaying outside, but I managed to get by and inside. There I saw about five of them attacking the civilians trapped there. Using the FAK's I have been carrying I managed to heal them all and cure many infections, but I couldnt do much more to defend them. Not wanting to be spotted myself I ran back to my safehouse. . . .I wonder if their holding up ok. Later I will try to run by and check on them again, but I cant even tell if they are wounded. I just healed everyone when I was there, but I got alot of experience.
Madness
September 3rd, 2008
Last night it came to me. The red cross on the black sky, the secret police, it all came back. Then I realized what I have done, who I have helped. Oh god, what have I done? I snuck outside and ran as long as I could. No idea where I was going I ended up on the edge of town. What did I find? More walls. The army. The whole city has become the dark dank cell of my nightmares. But its funny. In their haste to throw up the walls they have locked some of their own inside with the inmates. The guards are in here with us. I may not be able to escape, but I shall have my revenge.
September 7th, 2008
What is happening to me? Yesterday I came across a guy. He looked familiar and I couldnt figure out why. Then there was this piercing pain. . . . and in rage I attacked him. After my axe struck I was horrified of what I'd done. So I healed him, but when I was done the rage took over again. Every axe blow was terrible, and I was mortified, but with each healing I fell into a deeper rage. What did they do to me? What have I done? Who am I?
September 8th, 2008
I found one of them. At first I thought he was just another fireman. An easy mistake, he was dressed as such. Oh how the cowards hide now, they know this is all their fault, they are too blame. I was going to pass by but the badge on his jacket caught my attention, stopped me cold. There it was for the world to see. The Cross of Lorraine, dripped in blood. How can everyone be so stupid? They parade around for the world to see, yet nobody does nothing! Well I did. I attacked. again. Each swing a little bit of the pain left. Each swing my vision grew more red. My psychotic friend helped out, she knows the danger, she knows who they are. Or does she? Either way I will take her help, and together we will make them pain.
[ooc]The above journal entry depicts Donald's first kill as a Psychopath with the Legends. My victim, Goofy McCoy, I am tying to the Role Play for my character, so some of the details above may not make sense to him.[/ooc]
