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<p>I'm [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1719525 <span style="color:#F99;" title="Profile Link">Quentin Julius</span>], a survivor currently residing in [[Roachtown | <span style="color:#F99;">Roachtown</span>]].  As a member of the friendly residents of Roachtown, I think that it should be defended at all costs against any <span title="Bounty Hunters">BHers</span> or Zombies trying to cause havoc inside of our fine, fine suburb.  You ever need any help in Roachtown, or at all, you ask on my [[User talk:Quentin Julius|<span style="color:#F99;">talk page</span>]].<br><b>Current Affiliation:</b> No Group, Survivors<br><b>Current Status:</b> Chillin' with my homies in [[Stickling Mall|<span style="color:#F99;">Stickling Mall</span>]]</p>
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<h2 style="font-size:2em;margin:0;color:#898;">My other <s>car</s> character</h2>
<p>My other character goes by the name of Jill Pace, and is a feral zombie currently residing in [[Wyke Hills|<span style="color:#F99;">Wyke Hills</span>]].  She hopes to grab some tasty unsuspecting newbies sleeping outside in the currently green suburb.  Don't cross her, she will bite (and infect) you.<br><b>Current Affiliation:</b> No group, Feral Zombies<br><b>Current Status:</b> Somebody revived me, so I'm taking the opportunity to pick up harman skills</p>
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Latest revision as of 12:32, 22 May 2010

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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Stuck in a land slide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeeeeeee.


I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Cause I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me,
to meeeeee


Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away!


Mama! Ooooooooooh!
Didn't mean to make you cry!
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters.


Too late.
My time has come!
Sends shivers down my spine
bodies aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody! I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth!


Mama! Oooooooooh!
I don't wanna die!
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!


[crazy mad guitar solo]


I see a little silhouetto of a man!
Scaramouche! Scaramouch! Will you do the Fandango?
Thunder bolts and lightning,
very very frightening ME!


Galileo! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo Figaro! Magnifico-o-o-o-oh!
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity!


Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah No! We will not let you go!
Let him go!
Bismillah! We will not let you go!
Let him go!
Bismillah! We will not let you go!
Let me go! (Will not let you go!)
Let me go! (Will not let you go!) (Never never never never)
Let me go-o-o-o-oh!
No no no no no no no! (Oh Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia) Mamma Mia, let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!


So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh oh, babyyyy, can't do this to me babyyy,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here!


[guitar solo]
Ooooh yeah!
Ooooh yeah!


Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters,
To meeeeeee


Anyway the wind blows

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