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=A zombie's poem=  
=A zombie's poem=  
I'm a dedicated zed, brain rot and all, and my favorite place to hang is in a shopping mall. There's nothing I love better than filling my maw with the delicious insides of a human skull. I'm quite the gormand, and, needless to say, the city of Malton is a non-stop buffet. Nothing suits me better than joining a zed mob, breaking down the doors, than stuffing my gob. The zombie hunters, I do abhor, and oft times have rendered them empty-headed on the floor, Their murder-plotting brains having filled my stomach, I say to them simply "Rhh arh rh brarnz, harman!"
:I'm a dedicated zed, brain rot and all, and my favorite place to hunt is in a shopping mall.  
:There's nothing I love better than filling my maw with the delicious insides of a human skull.  
:I'm quite the gormand, and, needless to say, the city of Malton is a non-stop buffet.  
:Nothing suits me better than joining a zed mob, breaking down the doors, than stuffing my gob.  
:The zombie hunters, I do abhor, and oft times have rendered them empty-headed on the floor,  
:Their murder-plotting brains having filled my stomach, I say to them simply "Grar rrh ra brarnz, harman!"

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A zombie's poem

I'm a dedicated zed, brain rot and all, and my favorite place to hunt is in a shopping mall.
There's nothing I love better than filling my maw with the delicious insides of a human skull.
I'm quite the gormand, and, needless to say, the city of Malton is a non-stop buffet.
Nothing suits me better than joining a zed mob, breaking down the doors, than stuffing my gob.
The zombie hunters, I do abhor, and oft times have rendered them empty-headed on the floor,
Their murder-plotting brains having filled my stomach, I say to them simply "Grar rrh ra brarnz, harman!"