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|comment= | |comment=♪ Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day, Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away, Lying in the shadows underneath the trees; Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!<br>♪ When a genny-man passes, the soldiers have a rule: To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your fuel!" But another custom, enchanting-er than these, Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas!<br>♪ Just before the battle, the General hears a row. He says "The Zeds are coming, I hear their chompers now." He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees? The Fort Perryn Defense Force, eating goober peas!<br>♪ I think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough. I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas!<br>♪ But now we are in quarantine and likely long to stay, The soldiers they are guarding us, no hope to get away; Our rations they are scanty, 'tis cold enough to freeze,— I wish I was in Georgia, eating goober peas! | ||
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Haydon Bank ♪ Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day, Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away, Lying in the shadows underneath the trees; Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! ♪ When a genny-man passes, the soldiers have a rule: To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your fuel!" But another custom, enchanting-er than these, Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas! ♪ Just before the battle, the General hears a row. He says "The Zeds are coming, I hear their chompers now." He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees? The Fort Perryn Defense Force, eating goober peas! ♪ I think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough. I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas! ♪ But now we are in quarantine and likely long to stay, The soldiers they are guarding us, no hope to get away; Our rations they are scanty, 'tis cold enough to freeze,— I wish I was in Georgia, eating goober peas! |
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Building Danger Levels
These are the available status codes for use in the status line. Use lowercase and do not use underscores.
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safe | Intact and barricaded. No noticeable zombie or PKer presence. |
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under attack | Persistent attacks from zombies or PKers, but the building is in no immediate danger. |
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under siege | Survivor defenders are under siege from coordinated and/or large-scale attacks by zombies or PKers. |
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ruined | The building is ruined or ransacked. |
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pinata | The building is ruined and barricaded to the point that it cannot be entered. |
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unknown | The building's status is currently unknown. |
