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User and Player:Yungblood
Hello, I am Yungblood, both a user of the Urbandead Wiki and a player of Urbandead. I am a realatively new user of both the wiki and the game Urbandead.
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Urbandead Accounts
Yungblood- My first and favorite account. started as a Consumer class. Affiliated h The Black Cross, a pro-survival group, based in St. Gelasius' Church, Greentown. I don't see me getting rid of this account any time soon. Currently, we're focusing on recruiting new members because its a pretty small team.
As he polishes his shotgun, you notice a blood smear on his cheek. You advance and tell him to wipe it away. He replies in a deep, hoarse voice, "Why bother? If I clean my cheek, it will already be replaced by the end of the day." And with that he pumps his shotgun and walks out of the building and into the cold landscape of broken Malton.
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His Story- Yungblood stayed home from school, hoping to play just one day of hooky. But he wasnt aware of such a turn of events. For 3 entire days, he was unaware of the epidemic going on outside, watching G4, Fuse, and Vh1. Once he learned of the dark days Malton was entering, he shot up and pulled a kitchen knife from, well, the kitchen. His first refuge was Pole Mall, mainly because he wanted to go to the arcade. a few days later, a siege took place upon the mall. Yungblood soon fled in the midst of the chaos, knowing he was no use in a situation of combat. Unfortunately, he was taken by a mob of zombies. Just as suddenly, Yungblood was brought back to the living world. He then sought refuge in Marven Mall, 2 or 3 suburbs over. Dedicated to heal the injuries of others, he searched for med-kits. He soon sought to pray for the living dead at a church in Greentown, Malton's unofficial centerpoint of religion. There, he stumbled upon the Black Cross, dedicated to helping the helpless. He took up a position, and now is ready at arms, to serve and destroy, depending on which side your on.
Final Cut- My zombie account. Currently a feral zombie, so if any recruitment is interested, find a way to contact me.
Sprawled on the floor, you watch as the damned, disfigured monster lurches towards you with terrifying grace. He notices that your eyes plead for mercy, and his eyes reply with a no. He bares his teeth, making his countenance into a gnarled grin. You think it is preparing itself to feed on you. But instead, you realize that it is, in fact, smiling. His jaws release and let loose a monstrous cackle. The haunting voice rings over and over again inside the building. Now, it lets loose a deafening roar. I am sorry, but your time is up.
Its Story- This "barely human" laughs his monstrous laughs. He has completely forgotten his life prior to his "zombism", accepting his current nature. His state is an addiction, and loves the feel of dying and coming back. And most of all, he loves the blood of a fallen adversary. He honors a good warrior, and lives by the rule of the claw.
Yunblood- My Borehamwood account. After this guy turns zombie, I'll be done with him. Not looking for the Big Brother house, but if I find it, then "Yay!"
He sharpens the head of his axe. Soon, he begins swinging the razor edge, and you nearly believe he is in combat with invisible adversaries. You call out to ask what he is doing. He replies,"Exactly what you believe". You think he is insane, and walk away.
His Story- Barely a man, Yunblood became a firefighter to support his new family. Such is the irony that forced him to drop the axe upon his lovers head. She had become one of them. Reluctantly, he left all that he had, taking only his trusty axe and the morning newspaper. He made his way to the school his daughter attended, only to find it deserted. The newspaper had an article that stated a hospital nearby was offering refuge. He made his way there. Soon, he departed, finding that his daughter as not among the crowd. Insanity gripped him, forcing him to endure hardships in the woods. Once he regained some sense he had come with a desicion: if he turned into a monster, he decided to give up the will of life and retire in death.
