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| '''The Dastardly (Un)Lives and Times of Francis Rothburn'''
| | 2010: I've returned... |
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| It all began in August.
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| I don't remember much about the time before that, except that I was living and breathing.
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| I don't remember how long I was dead for or what prompted me to get off my concrete bed.
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| All I remember is a burning hunger dwelling in parts I cannot conceive of.
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| I arose as one of the damned in Lukinswood and headed toward the shiny thrall of Havercroft and the bastion of the Ackland mall.
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| I wasn't greeted warmly, by human or zombie, and spent much time struggling to survive.
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| Yet, with each bite and bullet wound, I grew stronger and more self-sufficient.
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| Someone pulled me out of the nature I was growing to appreciate and mortality suddenly became my bane.
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| I instantly sought undeath to comfort and console me.
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| Yet, as I terrorized other humans, an emptiness grew in me.
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| Dave ZS found me as I pounded on the walls of Ackland and gave me life yet again.
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| This time I seized the opportunity and used my new life to adapt to the threats of humans and zombie killers.
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| I was unaccustomed to the rigors of breathing and hiding.
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| The streets were no longer my friends and an infection raged within my blood.
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| It took several attempts to make living last more than a day or two.
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| By now, I had learned some tricks of the trade and decided to help others as they struggled through the same trials I had.
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| I wandered far, trying to apply my talents as needed.
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| However, I made no impact in the worst areas of Malton and undeath was my only reward.
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| I ventured back to familiar territory, accompanied by my trusty axe, and began to learn the secrets of Necrotech.
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| I quickly learned that not all zombies appreciate the delicate, scientific nature of bringing the re-departed back to their senses.
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| The numbers of the revived and the executed began to blur together, but a new purpose calls to me now.
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| North Blythville has become too unfriendly to my mission and I must now seek greener pastures.
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| Yet, as memories of my former life and the tenets of Barhah mingle in my mind, I am unsure of where to go next.
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| I eventually decided to head back to Havercroft and I finally set my eyes upon the interior of a non-ruined Ackland Mall...
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| That sight was short-lived, however.
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| Ackland fell yet again and I was, yet again, one of the undead.
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| I turned my rotten eyes to North Blythville, my home away from wherever I was.
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| I was alive again and took to the defense of the St. Julie's.
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| It was then I did something new.
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| I took a human life as a human.
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| It was deserved, he was a zombie spy.
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| Things are getting hectic.
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| I'm in South Blythville now, waiting... | |
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