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*[http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1346672 Body Bag Ripper]
*[mailto:imbroglio7@yahoo.com imbroglio7@yahoo.com] - eMail
 
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**Yahoo: imbroglio7
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===After the outbreak===
===After the outbreak===
James McCreary collapse almost at once, his body began to shutdown, and he couldn't move a limb. Clean-up crews began cleaning up all the dead bodies and placed them in body bags, and sat them in stacks at wasteland sites. James regained his senses, and noticed a strange smell, as well as a weird yearning for flesh. He couldn't get his bodybag open, his zipper was jammed. He had to force his way out using his hands to tear through the vinyl-like material, ripping it apart. He awoke among a throng of the recently dead, into a horde of "flesh'o'philes". He grabbed a man guarding the wasteland site, biting into his neck and taking a chunk with him. The zombie outbreak had begun....
James McCreary collapsed almost at once, his body began to shutdown, and he couldn't move a limb. Clean-up crews began cleaning up all the dead bodies and placed them in body bags, and sat them in stacks at wasteland sites. James regained his senses, and noticed a strange smell, as well as a weird yearning for flesh. He couldn't get his bodybag open, his zipper was jammed. He had to force his way out using his hands to tear through the vinyl-like material, ripping it apart. He awoke among a throng of the recently dead, into a horde of "flesh'o'philes". He grabbed a man guarding the wasteland site, biting into his neck and taking a chunk with him. The zombie outbreak had begun....
 
===Now===
After being deemed "Body Bag Ripper" by his comrades, he wandered aimlessly for what seemed to be ages, until he took note of a groups of zombies acting in cooperation with each other. Not only were they good at finding food, but they told others when and where they found it. How could he resist being apart of this arrangement?!

Latest revision as of 05:33, 27 December 2009

Body Bag Ripper
BSWB.png
Group: Brainstalkers
Position: Leader
Recruitment policy: You can Join us on Brainstock
Contact:
  • Messenger
    • Yahoo: imbroglio7
Currently Active On
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Description

After wandering the cold streets of Malton for almost forever, this dead citizen wanted more out of the afterlife. He stumbled upon the feeding groans of a specific type, and decided to stay with them, seeing that they not only shared their love of fresh flesh, but were more organized then the feral crews he used to roam with.

Bio

Before the outbreak

James McCreary was a successful business man in the Suburb of Ketchelbank on Edgcumbe Street. Every day, he would take his newspaper, coffee, and an English Muffin to the Mulock Drive Railway Station, and wait for the train... Until one day, the train didn't come, and then, a Flash!

After the outbreak

James McCreary collapsed almost at once, his body began to shutdown, and he couldn't move a limb. Clean-up crews began cleaning up all the dead bodies and placed them in body bags, and sat them in stacks at wasteland sites. James regained his senses, and noticed a strange smell, as well as a weird yearning for flesh. He couldn't get his bodybag open, his zipper was jammed. He had to force his way out using his hands to tear through the vinyl-like material, ripping it apart. He awoke among a throng of the recently dead, into a horde of "flesh'o'philes". He grabbed a man guarding the wasteland site, biting into his neck and taking a chunk with him. The zombie outbreak had begun....

Now

After being deemed "Body Bag Ripper" by his comrades, he wandered aimlessly for what seemed to be ages, until he took note of a groups of zombies acting in cooperation with each other. Not only were they good at finding food, but they told others when and where they found it. How could he resist being apart of this arrangement?!