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A long, long time ago, I played O-Game, the pure strategy, no mercy space empire game. Almost immediately I was recruited by stormj35. I was the third by nine seconds to be accepted into the Wolf Pack. I loved the aspects of infinite teamwork, endless cooperation; Soon I was recruiting myself. I mostly talked to the newer, more persuadable players, rather than the older, more valuable ones. Being there before the ranks were formed, I quickly rose through them. Before I knew it, our ~40 member alliance was splitting into three wings. The first, Branch of the Wolf Pack (BWP) was lead by me. It housed all members with under 5000 points (which marked the end of being a newb). The second, Wolf Pack Academy, was lead by siddharth999, who I had earlier recruited. It housed those between 5,000 and 20,000 points which marked the stage between newb and pro). The last was the first, Wolf Pack. This was the best time of my game life; People looked up to me, respected me. It was perfect. Then there was... IHM...
The Intergalactic Hate Machine was our greatest foe. Recognizing the joke that is peace and the vitality of conflict to unity, we agreed we should fight a war. I handpicked IHM, as I dislike the entire interwebs collection, and it was accepted. Due to geographic distances, however there was little to no contact in the war, only our good buddy hate. However, this was strong. In this war of diplomacy, and ultimately popularity, the fiends had us trumped. Both sides had masses ducking out, not willing to face such scorn, but we were hit worse. stromj35 went inactive, and sidharth999, unfaithful to the cause he had aligned himself to, broke Wolf Pack Academy off, and changed it to Iron Jaw, which soon failed. With just about a dozen inexperienced members left in BWP, I barely kept us together.
Then stormj35 came back. Not wanting to relive our IHM incident, he changed his name to FREEDOM, and we became Death Row (Both bad names in my opinion). Like before, He ran the main group, while I housed the weaker players in Death Row Academy. However, we never attained our former glory. We eventually branched out into two other games, one called Shartak and the other Urban Dead. The latter was boring, but the first was... acceptable. Nothing could replace O-Game in my heart. However, FREEDOM went inactive again. This was fine, as unlike the first time, he must be hitch hiking, as he had started to do. So I went on.
I kept the alliance running and the members going, but could only do so much. As time went on and member count dropped, it became more and more evident: He was not coming back. By the time I was sure of this, I had quit O-Game and UD and was focusing on Shartak. The good old days had become just that.
But what was that zombie game again? Such a fragile game as Shartak can only entertain so long. I needed somewhere else to go. So I tried that one thing. My firefighter, previously 'trapped' in an extremely heavily barricaded hospital, had been freed- via zombies. Having never heard of a 'revive point' I did all I could think to do. I attacked barricades, and on rare occasions, people. Their flesh proved both delicious and nutritious. I grew in power as well as wisdom. I learned how to find a good target building, and was able to eat my share of it's contents. By the time Pole Mall was toured, I was a fully-grown zombie.
South Malton was were I started, and It's where I stayed. First I sieged the Topleaf Building, then the Pack Building, which reminded me of my past. Now I've moved to the best place for a zombie in a suburb with no reinforcements. The Wicksted Building, successful Rotter's Relief clinic. I've fought endlessly; The locals know me, and I eat the locals. I've ruined the place and rubbed it in their face. And I will never leave...
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The Wicksted Building "Still an active rot revive clinic." —Jenkem (talk) 01:37, 3 March 2024 (UTC) |
