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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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| AP:?
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| === The Revolution ===
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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 street 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 find out, ''exactly''. Too busy trying to find out where that beer was.
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| "Hey Aidan, I found your beer stash." Pop! Hiss
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| "O' yeah."
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| "Yeah, under the sink."
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| Calvin took a big gulp of the Budweiser in his hand.
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| "Gonna have to move i' now, eh."
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| Aidan was your typical Irishman... in the sense that he had red hair and appreciated a good Irish beer any day, although in Great Briton and especially Malton, Irish beer was hard to come by. Aidan also owned the gunshop they were hiding out in now, and Calvin was a employee there before the outbreak.
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| "Oh yeah, we're running out of food too, so stop eating so much, fatty."
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| "Your the fat one, boyo."
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| "Says you."
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| Journal 1
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| I am writing this now on some paper that I found. I don't even really know where here is. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I guess to pass the time or something. Now let's see, it all started after I found Aidan McGregor's beer hideout, which was under the sink. Anyway, a couple hours after this we're all passed out and drunk, playin' poker. How this is the important thing, he must of left the door unlocked after he killed that biker zombie or more came or something, but the next thing we know is that they're walking in the front door! We, drunk, thought that was funny and we started pointing and laughing at them. Poor Aidan, he was closest to them. The next thing he knows is that their all over him. Man, I must have ran up those stairs fast, cause the next thing I know is that I locked myself in the bathroom. Luckily, I had my gun with me and maybe five or six bullets, it's all hazy, maybe I had even less. Suddenly, I hear pounding on the bathroom door. Damn those zombies must have been fast. Thinking I have nothing left to lose and still drunk, I, charge out the bathroom door, flailing around, shooting my revolver, going crazy on the zombies. I don't know if I hit any, cause I fell back down the stairs. I feel pretty stupid thinking about it now. But, the zombies stayed up on the second floor. It was pretty weird to tell you the truth. I ran out the door and onto the street, looking for a safe place to hide. I, luckily, found a building to my right, across the street and ran to it. I think the rest is self-explanatory.
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| End of Journal 1
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| Journal 2
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| Turns out this building was a old deli of some kind. At least there's meat and water here. I gonna need it to, turns out theirs more zombies here than yesterday. I'll have to be-
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| CRAAAACCCKK!
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| "What the-" Calvin turned his head toward the sound. The door was getting pounded on.
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| CRASH!
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| Just as the door broke down, two zombies stumbled in the deli. Calvin reached for his revolver and shot his remaining two rounds at them. Only one zombie went down. The other was already on top of him. As they both fell to the floor, the zombie was looking for the best place to bite. Calvin frantically looked around on the ground for something he could use to defend himself. He spotted a chair leg.
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| "Ah!"
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| Calvin reached for the broken chair leg, but his hand was just out of reach. By then the zombie found what it was looking for and took a bite out of Calvin's lower neck.
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| "Argh!"
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| The last thing that Calvin saw was a bright spray of red coming out of the zombies head.
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| Then darkness.
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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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| |{{Rebellion}}
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| |{{DEM Supporter|Name=Calvin Duerksen}}
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| |{{Strategy Maker}}
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| |{{Sniper}}
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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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| [[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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