User:Albom

Scott Albom

Profile: http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1626249

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: Canadian

Affiliation: Burchell Arms Regulars

Rank: Regular

Service Record

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Busy couple of months, but I suppose I can get back on track in journalizing my experiences with the BAR. Took out a deadbeat today, that was pretty dandy. Feels good to bring justice to the only people who can do more damage than zeds. Albom 05:23, 27 June 2010 (BST)

Better yet: satellite phone. 881-8475. Albom 23:46, 3 April 2010 (BST)

Found: One mobile phone. Seems like whoever lost it at Club Brien won't be needing it anymore. Headed back to The Burch to program the damned thing. Guess I'm gonna have to get that mobile phone mast running again if I wanna use it though. Albom 05:08, 30 March 2010 (BST)

Rescued from undeath by a friendly passerby. In my death-fugue I forgot to ask his name. Got up and walked all shaky-legged to the Burch. Had myself a beer, then realized that I must have dropped my phone somewheres, so I went to look for one. Gonna need it to stay in contact with the BAR. Saw that damned Streltsy Lady Clitoria on the way. Zombie now. Serves her right. If I hadn't been so tired, I'd have popped her skull open with my axe. Oh well, her time will come. Albom 00:55, 30 March 2010 (BST)

Still waiting on Otto Street. There are half a dozen other zeds just standing around. I watch them as they peacefully sway, watch as occasionally some syringe-jockey sticks one in the neck. Watch him fall. Watch him rise. The strange odor of revivifying corpses lingers in the air, and I feel the blood slowly pushing through my clouded brain. Sludge. I hope somebody comes before the hunger starts. Before that animal instinct kicks in. Before I become just another one of them. Albom 23:42, 29 March 2010 (BST)

Shot down in the Burch by Lady Clitoria, damned Streltsy bastard. Woke up in the street, undead again, and shambled to Otto Street to wait on a revive. Remembered a friend of mine from life before this hell. Her surname was Otto. Wonder if she's lasted this long. Albom 11:14, 29 March 2010 (BST)

Revived today by Tyx94 at Dunsdon Lane, a new comrade with the BAR. Made my way east toward the Burch. There was a dude named Yamato Slade outside St. Herman's Hospital, seemed to be in a bad spot. Loitering with a zombie. I was infected, so I popped into the hospital for a FAK first, and then busted the zed's head with my fire axe. Then a quick jaunt south to meet up with my new group for a pint. All things considered, a pretty good day. Albom 21:58, 28 March 2010 (BST)

Supporter

	Burchell Arms Regulars (Member)
	Albom supports the BAR, often literally.

	Sacred Ground Policy Supporter
	Albom supports the Sacred Ground Policy.

	Fair Tactics Player
	Albom has signed the Coalition for Fair Tactics Player Pledge.

	Rat Tactics
	Survive. Revive. Thrive.