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Quote on scene:
Quote on scene:
"I am proud of my new son for being our mayor, and my new daughter for being such a household name."
"I am proud of my new son for winning the mayoral election. And my new daughter for being so well known throughout the city."


We followed him home, where we were surprised to learn that only one of these children actually lived with him. when asked about this, BD2 responded "They all grew up so fast. It was like, one moment they were here, the next they were all over the place!"
We followed him home, where we were surprised to learn that only one of these children actually lived with him. when asked about this, BD2 responded "They all grew up so fast. It was like, one moment they were here, the next they were all over the place!"


Of course, being the father of everyone is not easy. "Some of the kids got mad each other day and, well, now 8 of them are standing in a park waiting for the doctor to give them... Uhh... A rabies vaccination... Or something..."
Of course, being the father of everyone is not easy. "Some of the kids got mad each other day and, well, now 8 of them are standing in a park waiting for the doctor to give them... Uhh... A rabies vaccination... Or something... He assured me that science has never caused anything like a zombie apocalypse, and that injecting unstable chemicals in to the necks of children is the best way to protect them from disease. Naturally, I believed him. He is a doctor, after all! I mean, he was wearing a lab coat and had that mirror on his forehead. Only doctors have access to those things, right?"


What will happen now? All we can do is wait, and see what our adoptive siblings do.
What will happen now? All we can do is wait, and see what our adoptive siblings do.


~Reporter was shot a few hours after writing this. Paper was then ripped from the typewriter by the killer and spread through underground crime organizations, before being delivered to some newspaper or another, who gave the story to an intern, who then stole it and sold it to another newspaper that published it.
~Reporter was shot a few hours after writing this. Paper was then ripped from the typewriter by the killer and spread through underground crime organizations, before being delivered to some newspaper or another, who gave the story to an intern, who then stole it and sold it to another newspaper that published it.

Latest revision as of 02:36, 9 September 2009

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Early one day, BD2 was walking through the city when a piece of debris hit him in the left kneecap. This injury made him reflect upon his life, and he was then spotted walking to the Apocalypse Adoption agency, where he said he wanted to take it all. Due to the alarmingly large number of people who found themselves without parents after the outbreak, BD2 is now the adoptive father of everyone in the city.

Quote on scene: "I am proud of my new son for winning the mayoral election. And my new daughter for being so well known throughout the city."

We followed him home, where we were surprised to learn that only one of these children actually lived with him. when asked about this, BD2 responded "They all grew up so fast. It was like, one moment they were here, the next they were all over the place!"

Of course, being the father of everyone is not easy. "Some of the kids got mad each other day and, well, now 8 of them are standing in a park waiting for the doctor to give them... Uhh... A rabies vaccination... Or something... He assured me that science has never caused anything like a zombie apocalypse, and that injecting unstable chemicals in to the necks of children is the best way to protect them from disease. Naturally, I believed him. He is a doctor, after all! I mean, he was wearing a lab coat and had that mirror on his forehead. Only doctors have access to those things, right?"

What will happen now? All we can do is wait, and see what our adoptive siblings do.

~Reporter was shot a few hours after writing this. Paper was then ripped from the typewriter by the killer and spread through underground crime organizations, before being delivered to some newspaper or another, who gave the story to an intern, who then stole it and sold it to another newspaper that published it.