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| = Calvin Duerksen =
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| =STATS=
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| What Stats?
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| ===Level===
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| 20-something
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| === Rank: ===
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| <font size=5>{{c|navy|'''Sergeant'''}}</font>
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| ===Allies===
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| The [[Anti-zombie squad|AZS]].
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| Cause thats the group I'm in dummie.
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| ===Current:===
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| Class: Military
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| Location: Somewhere
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| HP: ?
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| EXP: ?
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| AP:?
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| ===Story===
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| BOOM! CRACK!
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| “Seven.”
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| BOOM! CRACK!
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| “Eight, if I get this next one you owe me a beer.”
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| The last zombie lurched across the lawn wearing a red, grey and blood biker jacket. His beard was almost completely gone… in fact most of his face was almost gone.
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| “We ran out of beer last week, laddie.”
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| “Says you.”
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| THUNK!
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| The zombie was at the front door of the house now, and banging hard on it.
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| Calvin aimed a revolver out of the upstairs window of the gun shop he used to work at.
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| “All right, you’re…”
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| Calvin centered his sights on the zombie‘s head, pulled the trigger…and missed.
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| “Crap.”
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| “Ha! Ya still need more practice, eh boyo”
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| “Whatever, man. I still want that beer.”
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| The zombie was continuing to bang on the front door… and was making dents.
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| “You gonna tae care of tha, or wha”
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| “I’m on break riiiiight… now.”
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| “Okae, Okae, ''I’ll'' take care of it.”
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| “Don’t go in the kitchen, I’m still trying to find your beer stash.”
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| “And don’t shoot it in the foot like last time…”
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| The fog was thick as the sun began to rise over Malton. Bits of light burned their way through the fog, making beams of sunlight shoot through. Things weren’t the same since the outbreak happened two or three years ago… hard to keep track since all the calendars had been burned or used for toilet paper. Necrotech had something to do with it… Calvin knew, but wasn’t gonna try to found out ''exactly''. Too busy trying to find out where that beer was.
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| ===Whatchamacallits===
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| |{{azsrelief|Calvin Duerksen}}
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| |{{Jesus}}
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| |{{CapitalismIsBetter}}
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| |{{Rebel|Calvin Duerksen}}
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| |{{Pyro|User=Calvin Duerksen}}
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| |{{DEM Supporter|Name=Calvin Duerksen}}
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| |{{Strategy Maker}}
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| |{{Bodycount|User=Calvin Duerksen|Number=alot of}}
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| |{{GKerUnfriendly}}
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| ==Contact me by==
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| user talk: [[user talk:Calvin Duerksen]]
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| email: Gullible@aol.com... maybe
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| =Return to group=
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| [[Image:Smallazs.gif]]
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| [[Anti-zombie squad]]<br>
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| =Supported Policies=
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| |{{Capitalist}}
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| |{{PK Reporting}}
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| |{{PayItForward}}
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