Chocolate Thunder

Chocolate Thunder
Abbreviation:	CT
Group Numbers:	Undisclosed
Leadership:	The Armed Duo
Goals:	Reclaiming the bastion of ignorance that is Malton
Recruitment Policy:	Register and apply on our forum
Contact:	ChocolateThunderGroup@live.com

"The saviors of society; protecting it from its own evils.'"'

What They Are

Chocolate Thunder is a Pro-Survivor PKer group operating out of several suburbs in North Malton. Their stated goals are "having the name of Chocolate Thunder known by clear show of force in North Malton," as well as "demonstrating the untold power of Chocolate Thunder."

Despite the Chocolate Thunder's status as "Player-Killers", it's members abide by strict moral codes that must never be broken for fear of death by redemption. Individuals have nothing to fear from the Chocolate Thunder, as it never strikes those undeserving of it's wrath.

Chocolate Thunder's current target is:*

	The Current Target
	Threats to Society

• Note that "-- --" denotes no current target.

The Chocolate Thunder Righteous Kill

• The Righteous Kill should be enacted by a member of Chocolate Thunder when absolutely necessary, or when divinely led to do so.
• The Righteous Kill should be enacted by a member of Chocolate Thunder when insolence is demonstrated in one's profile description.
• The Righteous Kill should be enacted by a member of Chocolate Thunder when an interloper must die for the good of society.
• The Righteous Kill should be enacted by a member of Chocolate Thunder when a survivor is known to have Brain Rot.
• The Righteous Kill should be enacted by a member of Chocolate Thunder when insolence has gone to long unpunished by others.
• "Player Killers", or as we prefer, "Moderators of Society", are to be respected for the noble avocation we share with them.
• "Bounty Hunters", or as we prefer, "Proponents of Ignorance", are to be murdered on sight for the wickedness they spread.
• Those who prove to assist the noble cause of reclaiming Malton from the ignorant masses will be spared when looked upon.

A Chilling Recollection

You lie there sleeping, in what was a heavy breathing slumber. Slowly, you are awoken. You open your left eye lazily, and then your right. As your vision adjusts to the soft glow down the hallway, your eyes focus in on your surroundings. Nearby are sleeping men and women, some children, and like you they are crudely clothed in obviously whatever they could find amongst the wreckage. Suddenly, a soft yet penetrating rumble reverberates through the linoleum floor beneath you. Others around you start to awake, but promptly return to sleep. You make your way alongside the pasty green wall to the half-boarded window, and look to the west. It is dark. There are no stars in the sky. Only the full moon to light damaged streets three stories below you. The soft hum of the generator can be heard in the rooms down the hallway. It calms you. You make your way back to your makeshift bed, when again, the rumble occurs, only this time coupled with a subdued flash of lightning.

You mentally count to yourself, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..." It happens again, yet stronger, louder. You restart your count - "1, 2, 3, 4..." The makeshift tin roof above you starts to clang faintly but repeatedly, and is accompanied by yet another rumble of thunder and flash of light. Your heartbeat is elevated. Fear grips you as you stumble back to your bed. Suddenly the rain intensifies, and those around you are fully awake, sitting up in their beds. You lie there; however, knowing. You know that it is futile to get excited, or nervous. You have seen this before.

A mother hushes her murmurous child back to sleep. A man, fumbling, nervously lights a cigarette. Those who have found pillows muffle the hushed noises that fill the room.

The rain intensifies. Abruptly, a flash of lighting seemingly strikes the building itself, combined with a pealing clap of sound that breaks the muffled silence of the room. Thankfully a makeshift lighting rod routes the potent blast down the side of the building and releases it into the ground. The uneasy survivors stand, and nervously converse with one another.

The murmurous child asks, "What is that pungent odor? It's filling the whole place!!"

You answer softly, "Fear." Suddenly you hear the moaning of zombies on the streets below. They gather at the barricades and crudely mash their undead fists into desks, bookcase, and soda machines resurrected by the survivor cause for your protection. "They can smell it," you continue.

The generator stumbles. It gasps for breath and stutters as would a person choking to death on their own spit. It is out of fuel. The lights flicker until there the room is just bright enough to see anything. The generator dies with a loud "spud!" The lights go out. A few scream. Others swear. You see some on their knees, praying frantically to God. There is a crash at the barricades, nothing major though. Nothing can get in from the outside world, not yet anyways. The only way in would be to free run, stealthily from a neighboring building.

There are muffled footsteps, pounding up the stairs below you. They grow louder, and clearer, and are too quick to be that of a zombie's. You get up and walk to the doorway of the hall to see what's going on, to get to the bottom of things.

But it is too late. Two men, heavily armed and waiting for you are there to meet you. You are shot twice, in the chest. One man proceeds to say while the other loads a cartridge into his shotgun

"You mess with the chocolate rain," as the second man aims at your head

"YOU GET THE CHOCOLATE THUNDER!!!" The second man proceeds to splatter your brains on the pasty green wall behind you.

Those Acknowledged As Friendly

Those Whom We Will Not Murder

Godred For healing services and the exchange of tranquil pleasantries.

Those Declared Past Redemption

Those Declared Unfit To Live

Lt Jon McClane One who refuses to accept truth and bend to our will. Walter Krenshaw One that must die for his repetitive insolence against the will of the Chocolate Thunder. Dana Black One who denies the Chocolate Thunder as the one, absolute truth. Bob Loblaw Esquire One that must die for his repetitive insolence against the will of the Chocolate Thunder. Kilroy78 A Societal Moderator who has sadly been corrupted and twisted. maddevon2222 One who attempts to bring his own convoluted "justice" (ignorance) to Yagoton. Robin Aarntzen A somewhat (very) bipolar individual who must die for his insolence! Rude Haydon One guilty of attacking a member. He will pay for his insolence! (Note: offense is minor so he can be removed once purged) WHYTRY members, as always, are fair game

Murdered For Society's Benefit

Murdered, Existing In Violation Of Chocolate Thunder Principle
Stapleball's Mom x12 Victory1991 x6 Visto Tutto x6 Kilroy78x6 OMGitsChris x5 Shadus Vorsand x5 Van Zam x5 NKisLove x5 zhempz x4 Walter Krenshawx3 zombieslayer575 x2 Lt Jon McClane x2 Laterian Milton x2 ManikMakki x2 HUGO DONGS x2 maddevon2222 x2 Vileduct x2 Golaniel x2 n3wf x2 Robin Aarntzen x2 Darth Vero George W Butcher nerdo hero Sir Fluffy techro	Blarney Stoner Docter Fred RefIex7 Bob Loblaw Esquire Hagen von Gibichung xWARCHILDx stnkey zero deadsynapse RJ Gumby Geoff Williams MasekF deadlymass y7 Dogoroth Khrait Canlore erikwithak Axinite Whiskey y7 Zilboorg 13 others whose names are not significant

	The Kill Count
	This group has at least 197 confirmed kills that are listed on this wiki

Strap This Proudly On Your Page

	Chocolate Rain
	This user was slain mercilessly at the hands of The Chocolate Thunder

Chocolate Thunder Templates

	Moral PKers
	This Pker group kills for the good of society

	Honor Among Thieves
	This user or group supports the Honor Among Thieves Policy & finds that PKing is more fun when only innocents suffer.

	Centers Of Learning Policy Supporter
	This user or group supports the Centers of Learning Policy & acknowledges that all libraries, schools, zoos, and museums in the city of Malton are considered safe places. No survivor in one of these locations may be killed for any reason unless that survivor is a specified enemy of this user or group.