Harman for the Holidays/Harman for the Holidays 2

Another year and the snow begins to fall. Survivors take up their seasonal traditions of dragging pine trees through the cold streets, and leaving footprints and blood in the snow as the undead trail them to their decorated safehouses. A few zombies brave the bitter cold and wander the streets in search of brains. Old-timers sit in their safe-houses and grumble about how things used to be. Everywhere the permeating stench of social decline…but wait…what is that in the distance? Could it be an approaching horde? A rescue chopper or convoy of modified buses? The onset of mass hysteria? No! Too melodic. Could it be…Caroling!? ... You bet your frost-bitten rump it is. Harman for the Holidays is back! We have come for two reasons... ...to kick ass and spread holiday cheer, and we have completely lost our motivation to kick ass. So on to the cheer. Harman for the Holidays II: Return of the Harman is the second annual Christmas event sponsored by The D.S. R&D and other local groups. Supplies may be dwindling but we are still managing to pull out all the stops. This year, Harman for the Holidays will once more be composed of two events: a decoration competition and a Malton-wide Zombie Apocalypse carol contest. So get some mistletoe up in here! Merry Christmas From Wyke Hills Wish You Were Here A portable generator has been set up here. It is running low on fuel. A recently-cut fir tree has been propped up in a crude stand, and decorated with white lights. Somebody has spraypainted Snowball fight in the park!. onto a wall. You drape the lights over the tree and plug them in. Last year we managed quite a Christmas card image of Wyke Hills, with the strings of lights strung out on every corner. But c'mon survivors of this year. Are you going to let survivors of last year show you up? They didn't weather the return of the Dead like you did. They are old news, and I think they have been saying rude things about you behind your back. Time to put your tinsel where your mouth is! Get out there and start decorating; fortune and fame await you. Resident’s of Wyke hills are asked to light and decorate as much as they can. Sure zombies will tear down your Christmas decorations eventually, but that is no excuse not to show your holiday spirit. Pictures or screen-grabs can be posted to the discussion page for this article. The ultimate goal of this portion of the event will be to be able to piece together a picture of Wyke Hills in its entire splendor for next year’s Christmas cards. The best decorated building will receive mention on the wiki along with the person or group who takes credit for decorating it. Shiny template spam will be awarded to the decorator and your name will go down in Wyke Hills History. Zombie groups are encouraged to participate as well and an award will be given to the best zombie "decoration." So smear that blood and defile that graffiti; just because you are dead does not mean you cannot get in on the action. Now prove to your parents that they didn't waste the money they paid for voice lessons That's right! Practice your scales and dust off your Dickensian top hats; the caroling competition is back, and this time it is Malton-Wide. Last year we managed to put together quite a corpus of songs, but repackaging classic hits for another go-around is part of the Holidays, so lets get out there and do it once more with feeling! The Caroling competition will begin on December 24th and last through January 1st. Any holiday-themed songs performed anywhere in Malton during this time period will be eligible to win. Post songs to the “songs” section below to share them and enter the competition for best carol (voting will start on January 2nd). Any songs may be posted and shared but to be entered in the competition, it needs to actually be performed in Malton (working on the honor system but scrrenshots are welcome). Songs may be performed and submitted in Harman or in Zamgrh. So survivors, let’s get out there and make some music. Zombies, break through those barricades and sing your un-beating hearts out or serenade your favorite RP. Here is your chance to prove that you are more festive than your neighbor and get some shiny template spam to prove it. Songs (Please post entries below using "===="s around the song title. Include where, when and if the song was performed, and place a signature following the lyrics) Let's Unload, Let's Unload, Let's Unload Well the zombies outside are frightful But the mallrats are so unlikeable And since we have so much ammo Let's unload, let's unload, let's unload! ~ 23:12, 21 December 2011 (UTC) The zombie’s Head (to the classic carol “the Boar’s Head”) The zombie's head in hand bear I, The viral data to un-pry I pray you, my scholars, stand beside Quot estis in labōrātōrium (Translation: As many as are in the laboratory) Caput apri defero (Translation: Lo, behold the head I bring) Ego postulo scio (Translation: I need to know this) The zombie's head, I must understand, The greatest mystery in all this land, What makes them rise and stalk and stand Let us invenir verum. (Translation: Let us find the truth) Caput apri defero (Translation: Lo, behold the head I bring) Ego postulo scio (Translation: I need to know this) The virus hath provided this If we dissect we cannot miss, Within this head the answer is Gloria cognitionem! (Translation: for the glory of knowledge!) -- Albert Schwan  Saturday, 24 December 2011 (Performed in the Wicksted Building in Wyke Hills Christmas eve) Away in an RP Away in an RP, No stick for his head The little lone zombie Still wandered undead The stars in the bright sky Looked down where He stood The little lone zombie Not up to no good The NT was glowing The lab worker wakes The little lone zombie Some mrh?-ing he makes "I'll stick thee, lone zombie Just remain close by I'll prep a syringe, A revive is nigh." --forum submitted by D.S. R&D member buebert Oh Little City of Malton O little city of Malton, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and undead sleep The supply planes go by; Yet in thy dark streets rot-eth The ever shambling blight; The dreads and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. How violently, how violently, The undead gift is given! The feeding starts with beating hearts The bone and flesh is riven. All ears may hear the groaning, The zombie shambles round, Where meek souls can't repel him, still The barricades cave in. Come scientists from all Malton! Descend to us, we pray; Cast out the zombs with CR bombs, revive us all today. Search out the new syringes There seem to be plenty; O come to us, abide with us, Friends from the local NT --Performed in Old Arkham and forum submitted by Sigmund Amenhauser Zat You Bounty Hunter Zat You, Bounty Hunter? Slaying I'm preparing For some Malton sharing But I pause because grabing my guns I can hear a knocking Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Sure is dark out Ain't the slightest Spark out 'Pon my slackened jaw Who's there? Who is it Stopping for a visit? 'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Are you bringing A Bounty Claim on me? Something deathly death for me? Then it's just What I've been slaying for Would you mind giving the warning before? Cold dead Zombies are howling Or could that be their stomach growling? That Shotgun will tear me asunder when the blasts sound like thunder My, my, oh, me, my Kindly would you reply? 'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Griping my axe I can hear a knocking 'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? I say, who's there Who is it? Are you stopping For a claim or just a visit? 'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Oh there, Bounty Hunter You're giving me a scare Now stop teasing Cause I know You're there We don't believe In no RG today But I can't explain Why I'm shaking this way Bet I can see Ole Bounty Hunter in the keyhole I'll get to the cause One peek And I'll try there Oh, oh There's an eye there 'Zat you, Bounty Hunter? Please, please Pity my knees Say that's you Bounty Hunter! --Performed by Josh Clark in The Needs Building Christmas eve What's This? (To the tune of "What's This" from the Nightmare Before Christmas) What's this? What's this? There's no zombies everywhere What's this? There's no groaning in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, folks, this isn't fair What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? Survivors are living long What's this? The streets are empty and Survivors laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this? What's this? There are people mass barricading here instead of gnawing heads They're busy stocking up on sticks And absolutely no one's dead There's light in every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes And in my bones I feel the yawn That's coming from inside Oh, look What's this? They're stocking up on needles, they stick Why that looks so unique, inspired They're gathering around to hear a story Installing gennies with a wire What's this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong There are no zeds There are no zeds Oh, could it be the zeds are gone? What's this? Oh my, what now? The Wulves are all asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No zeds, no rotters here to groan and scare them Or bite them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this? The zombies are all missing And the death toll can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Is absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so bored before This empty revive line isn't filling up I simply had had enough I hate it, oh, I hate it Oh, I hate it this quiet town I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Wyke Hills, hmm... --Performed by Axe Hack inside the Wicksted Building on December 26th. Twas a moment before a Massacre Again Christmas is here, Marven Mall is alight. With singing and shopping, a winter delight. But as the Holidays kick off and you've tucked into bed Don't be surprise if next time you log in you're dead. Behold the Flowers of Decay who have braved many perils With the Philosophe Knights to bring Marven our carols Pardon our pitch, if our songs hurt your ears Trust us our wasailing should be the least of your fears A blizzard now blows, frozen tendrils of dread. It's not the weather my friend, But a storm made of lead. Decking the halls with bullets in flight. Merry Christmas to all and all a good night. --Written by Rob Oppenheimer and performed by Raddox Murtangle at Marven Mall on Dec 20th, 2011.