Flowers of Disease

Trenchies in the forts. The squatters hiding in the malls. The ninnies. The Walts. The useless cults. Pro-Survivor outfits that are all bark and no bite, grown gross off the fat of the land. Flotsam that take up valuable resources and space but do little else...we are here to help. Whether it's testing the skills of newer groups, sharpening the skills of older ones or punishing those who have lost their way, the FOD's mission is to make a difference for positive change in Malton. SAY NO TO FLOTSAM! THE FOD IS NOW RECRUITING! SEE 'RECRUITMENT' BOX ON THE RIGHT FOR DETAILS!! Flowers of Disease Abbreviation: FOD Group Numbers: undetermined Leadership: The Tabula Rasa Goals: Weeding out Flotsam. Recruitment Policy: See Recruitment section in wiki. Contact: Flowers of Disease THE FOD STORY So you've found us...and you have questions. Who are we? How did we get here? Although some of the details are sketchy, the basic story goes something like this. One night, some time ago, Rob Collick found himself in Dunningwood at the Skarin Row PD to reload for another round of battle with the undead. Here he found himself amongst the Cult of the Stuffed Crocodile and was appalled as he watched these lunatics turn a blind eye to the horrors around them. One by one, innocent civilians were dragged into the street kicking and screaming while the Cult, who numbered 20+ members worshiped their stuffed crocodile in ignorance. This got him thinking about the rest of Malton. The trenchies in the forts. The squatters hiding in the malls. The ninnies. The Walts. The useless cults. The flotsam that he saw everyday who took up valuable resources but did little else. Disgruntled, he told his tale at a local pub. And while most of the patrons nodded in agreement, few were willing to do anything about it. As he was about to leave, Daisy Pusher and Hibernaculum approached with their own thoughts on this. It was then, at that moment over many Pints that the FOD was formed. The trio left and with crazed terminator like fury burst into Skarin Row PD. There they began their trademark justice on the Crocs. Soon after, others joined their ranks. Skilbey, Pierre Crowe, Karth Salvage, window jumping Kalenium, Almighty Power, Chansama...they too decided they had enough and were ready to add their bullets to the cause. From here, the details get hazy. We know more members joined the crew. Bootsy Funk and Roland, two of Malton's best trackers came on board. Malls were hit. Other groups who had lost their way were given grim educations. The FOD's infamy began to grow. A stellar showing at the Samhain Slaughter earned them the respect of the PKA, whom the FOD maintain diplomatic ties with to this day. The future looked promising. Another solid performance at the Silent Night Slaughter further cemented the FOD's reputation as a group that can get the job done. But the cracks began to show as the evil 'Real World' began to claim members. The leadership of the group was weakened by the loss of Daisy Pusher, Karth Salvage and Rob Collick to that menace. Left to steer the ship alone, Hibernaculum found himself in over his head as he was more suited to administrative duties. The cohesion that was an FOD hallmark began to come apart. Other members left. And still a core group soldiered on. Month's of simmering animosity towards the Philosophe Knights began to boil over. Words were exchanged on both sides that soon turned to bullets. Although the FOD did well against the PK, the divisions within the group could no longer be overcome. Due to members being claimed by that 'real world nemisis' and a lack of direction amongst the remaining members as to what to do next, Hibernaculum dissolved the FOD. THE REBIRTH ...but like a Phoenix, the FOD has arisen from the ashes of their implosion, weakened, but otherwise in good spirits. Some of the lost members, having escaped the clutches of the 'real world', returned to find an empty house. And so they put out a call to the others. Some returned, some did not. But enough returned that we now wonder, Perhaps there is some life in this corpse yet? First the heart begins to beat slowly and the blood begins to flow. Dormant arteries protest this new found vitality but expand anyway...Movement is restored to the limbs. An eye opens. A thought begins to form. Lungs exhale the fetid stench of stagnancy and take in a fresh breath. There are those who hope that this isn't happening. They hope that this cannot be. But it is happening. And it can be. The FOD are back and ready to start their campaigns anew. Flotsam, squatters, the ignorant, walts, cults and trenchies...they will be found. And now there are those who tremble. And those that shake. And they know they will not sleep easy again for a long time. ANNOUNCEMENTS (for current events, see 'current news' section) Evil enters like a needle and spreads like an oak tree. Nov 26 - Fod begins moving towards new target. Current News FOD General News Archive Campaign/Strike Archives! From the BBC Top News from the city of Malton  B   B   C  Column The End Of Forks, From the Other Side, by Jack Ebbutt Column Santa Shot Down, From the Other Side, by Jack Ebbutt Column A New Infestation, From the Other Side, by Jack Ebbutt Column Protesters Protesting, From the Other Side, by Jack Ebbutt News/Story the testimonial of the last man alive at the fall of fort creedy, Edited by Harvey Levin News/Interview A short interview with Alpharius of the Gibsonton Nationals, By Les Nessman News/Story The Day the Love Died...Wedding crashed in Brooke Hills, from the associated press More news from the BBC Some Elements 'borrowed' from the Philosophe Knights. Thank you!

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