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My name is Wounded Coyote I'm a proud worshiper of the almighty stuffed crocodile who reigns over Skarin Row Police Dept. I've worshiped his holyness for three years now. I can upon the holy crocodile like most survivors do. I was lost in the city desperate to find a place to call home, I searched much of the city finding most of it under siege. One day low on ammo and supplies I came across a quiant neighbor hood. It had all the emminities one could ask for, 2 fully powered hospitals a fully powered police station and a fully powered NT building close by. This area seemed like a utopia caught stuck in the middle of hell, so obviously I decided to make this place my home. I started as a typical refuge hanging around the hospitals helping the wounded get back on their feet and after a few weeks of walking around the neighborhood I started to read the spraypaint on the wall of many of building. They said things like, "Blessed be the crocodile" and things of such, I passed them off as a practical joke and went about my day to day survival. It wasn't until the first way of zombies came to this utopia that I even entered the Skarin Row Police Dept., but upon entering this sanctuary for the most holy crocodile I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness and asked what must I do to be forgiven. | <p>My name is Wounded Coyote I'm a proud worshiper of the almighty stuffed crocodile who reigns over Skarin Row Police Dept. I've worshiped his holyness for three years now. I can upon the holy crocodile like most survivors do. I was lost in the city desperate to find a place to call home, I searched much of the city finding most of it under siege. One day low on ammo and supplies I came across a quiant neighbor hood. It had all the emminities one could ask for, 2 fully powered hospitals a fully powered police station and a fully powered NT building close by. This area seemed like a utopia caught stuck in the middle of hell, so obviously I decided to make this place my home. I started as a typical refuge hanging around the hospitals helping the wounded get back on their feet and after a few weeks of walking around the neighborhood I started to read the spraypaint on the wall of many of building. They said things like, "Blessed be the crocodile" and things of such, I passed them off as a practical joke and went about my day to day survival. It wasn't until the first way of zombies came to this utopia that I even entered the Skarin Row Police Dept., but upon entering this sanctuary for the most holy crocodile I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness and asked what must I do to be forgiven.</p> | ||
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Wounded Coyote
My name is Wounded Coyote I'm a proud worshiper of the almighty stuffed crocodile who reigns over Skarin Row Police Dept. I've worshiped his holyness for three years now. I can upon the holy crocodile like most survivors do. I was lost in the city desperate to find a place to call home, I searched much of the city finding most of it under siege. One day low on ammo and supplies I came across a quiant neighbor hood. It had all the emminities one could ask for, 2 fully powered hospitals a fully powered police station and a fully powered NT building close by. This area seemed like a utopia caught stuck in the middle of hell, so obviously I decided to make this place my home. I started as a typical refuge hanging around the hospitals helping the wounded get back on their feet and after a few weeks of walking around the neighborhood I started to read the spraypaint on the wall of many of building. They said things like, "Blessed be the crocodile" and things of such, I passed them off as a practical joke and went about my day to day survival. It wasn't until the first way of zombies came to this utopia that I even entered the Skarin Row Police Dept., but upon entering this sanctuary for the most holy crocodile I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness and asked what must I do to be forgiven.
