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== Journal == | == Journal == | ||
=== August 31st, 2008 === | === August 31st, 2008 === | ||
And food he got. Plenty of it. Another two days it took him to reach the source of those irresistable sounds. Once there, he found a suburb in chaos. Whole groups of his brethren broke into houses where the prey hid in countless numbers. Screaming in panic, the were dragged onto the street, already bearing lethal wounds, and left outside to be torn apart and eaten. What a rich buffet he found. One of the nearly dead victims had been dragged and left right before him. That was an offer he'd not refuse. He grabbed the prey's head and smashed it to the ground to crack it open and reach for the delicious treat hiding inside. Exhausted from his long march, he fell asleep, right next to the group of elder zombies who let him participate in their feasting. | And food he got. Plenty of it. Another two days it took him to reach the source of those irresistable sounds. Once there, he found a suburb in chaos. Whole groups of his brethren broke into houses where the prey hid in countless numbers. Screaming in panic, the were dragged onto the street, already bearing lethal wounds, and left outside to be torn apart and eaten. What a rich buffet he found. One of the nearly dead victims had been dragged and left right before him. That was an offer he'd not refuse. He grabbed the prey's head and smashed it to the ground to crack it open and reach for the delicious treat hiding inside. Exhausted from his long march, he fell asleep, right next to the [[Auxunit_10|group of elder zombies]] who let him participate in their feasting.<br /> | ||
This day, however, had only been a small glimpse of things to come. The next day they broke into one of the houses where the prey hid when it was injured. The house was filled with food - far more then he and even the whole group could eat at once. The air filled with the smell of blood, as they fell into a rampage of tearing, ripping, feeding and devouring. And still - there was enough food left for the feral zombies roaming the streets. Finally, he felt strong enough to keep with the pace of his brethren while hunting. This, he now knew, was his calling. | |||
--[[User:RottenImbecile|RottenImbecile]] 16:46, 1 September 2008 (BST) | |||
=== August 28th, 2008 === | === August 28th, 2008 === | ||
It had been two days now, and the still inexperienced zombie barely found something to eat. His first victim had been an easy one, but most of the prey he now encountered was too smart to get close enough for an attack. Once during his hunt, he senselessly banged on a closed door for hours, his frustration growing with every minute he didn't get into the building. He knew his prey hid behind that door. He could smell it. He even could hear it. Unfortunately, he didn't remember how to open doors anymore. He knew he'd once entered buildings using them. He knew that this was the way in. | It had been two days now, and the still inexperienced zombie barely found something to eat. His first victim had been an easy one, but most of the prey he now encountered was too smart to get close enough for an attack. Once during his hunt, he senselessly banged on a closed door for hours, his frustration growing with every minute he didn't get into the building. He knew his prey hid behind that door. He could smell it. He even could hear it. Unfortunately, he didn't remember how to open doors anymore. He knew he'd once entered buildings using them. He knew that this was the way in.<br /> | ||
In the midst of his mindless rage, he suddenly stopped. The callings of his brethren had changed. From a monotone noise in the background to several outbursts of anger, then rage, then triumph. And he could hear the prey yelling, too. Screams of surprise, of fear and agony flavored the midnight air. This was the place to go. There, he would find what he now was craving for. | In the midst of his mindless rage, he suddenly stopped. The callings of his brethren had changed. From a monotone noise in the background to several outbursts of anger, then rage, then triumph. And he could hear the prey yelling, too. Screams of surprise, of fear and agony flavored the midnight air. This was the place to go. There, he would find what he now was craving for. | ||
--[[User:RottenImbecile|RottenImbecile]] 16:15, 1 September 2008 (BST) | --[[User:RottenImbecile|RottenImbecile]] 16:15, 1 September 2008 (BST) | ||
=== August 26th, 2008 === | === August 26th, 2008 === | ||
The mangled, lifeless body slumped onto the street, a frozen expression of surprise on its face. Standing above it was the zedling which just had risen for the first time, catching the prankster in the act of scribbling some words on the undead's clothing. | The mangled, lifeless body slumped onto the street, a frozen expression of surprise on its face. Standing above it was the zedling which just had risen for the first time, catching the prankster in the act of scribbling some words on the undead's clothing.<br /> | ||
The creature felt satisfied. It was fed. But that feeling wouldn't last long, and with the first taste of human flesh came the hunger for more. Allover the city he could hear his brethren groan, calling for him to join them... Join them in their hunt for food. | The creature felt satisfied. It was fed. But that feeling wouldn't last long, and with the first taste of human flesh came the hunger for more. Allover the city he could hear his brethren groan, calling for him to join them... Join them in their hunt for food. | ||
--[[User:RottenImbecile|RottenImbecile]] 15:22, 1 September 2008 (BST) | --[[User:RottenImbecile|RottenImbecile]] 15:22, 1 September 2008 (BST) | ||
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Character Description
This zombie got the first taste of sweet flesh by eating some harman prankster who scribbled the words "Rotten Imbecile" onto the young zedlings clothings. Needless to say, he never was able to show this poor piece of art to his friends.
Journal
August 31st, 2008
And food he got. Plenty of it. Another two days it took him to reach the source of those irresistable sounds. Once there, he found a suburb in chaos. Whole groups of his brethren broke into houses where the prey hid in countless numbers. Screaming in panic, the were dragged onto the street, already bearing lethal wounds, and left outside to be torn apart and eaten. What a rich buffet he found. One of the nearly dead victims had been dragged and left right before him. That was an offer he'd not refuse. He grabbed the prey's head and smashed it to the ground to crack it open and reach for the delicious treat hiding inside. Exhausted from his long march, he fell asleep, right next to the group of elder zombies who let him participate in their feasting.
This day, however, had only been a small glimpse of things to come. The next day they broke into one of the houses where the prey hid when it was injured. The house was filled with food - far more then he and even the whole group could eat at once. The air filled with the smell of blood, as they fell into a rampage of tearing, ripping, feeding and devouring. And still - there was enough food left for the feral zombies roaming the streets. Finally, he felt strong enough to keep with the pace of his brethren while hunting. This, he now knew, was his calling.
--RottenImbecile 16:46, 1 September 2008 (BST)
August 28th, 2008
It had been two days now, and the still inexperienced zombie barely found something to eat. His first victim had been an easy one, but most of the prey he now encountered was too smart to get close enough for an attack. Once during his hunt, he senselessly banged on a closed door for hours, his frustration growing with every minute he didn't get into the building. He knew his prey hid behind that door. He could smell it. He even could hear it. Unfortunately, he didn't remember how to open doors anymore. He knew he'd once entered buildings using them. He knew that this was the way in.
In the midst of his mindless rage, he suddenly stopped. The callings of his brethren had changed. From a monotone noise in the background to several outbursts of anger, then rage, then triumph. And he could hear the prey yelling, too. Screams of surprise, of fear and agony flavored the midnight air. This was the place to go. There, he would find what he now was craving for.
--RottenImbecile 16:15, 1 September 2008 (BST)
August 26th, 2008
The mangled, lifeless body slumped onto the street, a frozen expression of surprise on its face. Standing above it was the zedling which just had risen for the first time, catching the prankster in the act of scribbling some words on the undead's clothing.
The creature felt satisfied. It was fed. But that feeling wouldn't last long, and with the first taste of human flesh came the hunger for more. Allover the city he could hear his brethren groan, calling for him to join them... Join them in their hunt for food.
--RottenImbecile 15:22, 1 September 2008 (BST)
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Ridleybank Resistance Front |
| RottenImbecile is part of the glorious Ridleybank Resistance Front and has defended the homeland, conquered its enemies, and spread Barhah. |
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Hammer of Barhah! |
| This user crushes safehouses with the Hammer of Barhah! |
--RottenImbecile 14:09, 1 September 2008 (BST)
