User:Wounded Coyote

Wounded Coyote

My name is Wounded Coyote I'm a proud worshiper of the almighty stuffed crocodile who reigns over Skarin Row Police Dept.

How I Came to Find the Lord

I've worshiped his holyness for three years now, but I can recall how I found the blessed crocodile as if it happened yesterday. I was lost in the city desperate to find a place to call home, I searched most of the city, but found most of it under siege. One day low on ammo and supplies I came across a quiant neighborhood. It had all the emminities one could ask for, 2 fully powered hospitals, 2 fully powered police station and a fully powered NT building close by. This area was utopia, caught in the middle of hell, so obviously I decided to make this place my home. I started off as a typical refuge hanging around the hospitals helping the wounded get back on their feet and after a few weeks of walking around the neighborhood I started to read the spraypaint on the walls of many of building. They said things like, "Blessed be the crocodile" and things of such. I passed them off as a practical joke and went about my day to day survival. It wasn't until the first wave of zombies came to this utopia that I even entered the Skarin Row Police Dept., but upon entering this police station I knew immediately that this was no average station. To my surprise a giant stuffed crocodile stood at the front of the station. At the site of this crocodile a light surrounded me and I saw the error in my ways. I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness and asked what must I do to be forgiven. I stayed there for 7 days not daring leave the station, afraid that if I left the holy croc would be disapointed in me. After those seven days the holy crocodile spoke to me, through the voice of mrrrgggghhh. He said that if I was to worship him I must take the sacred pilgrimage to the reptile house.