Sebright Union
| The Sebright Union | |
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| Abbreviation: | SU |
| Group Numbers: | 50 |
| Leadership: | Communal Leadership |
| Goals: | Protect Sebright Museum & Surrounding Area |
| Recruitment Policy: | open recruiting |
| Contact: | Message board |
General Information
No more than a bunch of people who ended up at the same place at the same time. Nothing makes a location 'home' faster than having to fight for it.
Caretakers of Lerwill Heights, inhabitants of the Sebright Museum. Our primary concerns are the usual: barricading buildings within the suburb, reviving people at the revive points, and healing any wounded survivors we encounter. We tend to focus on protecting the area around our home and improving the community within, although we willingly help our neighbors (the Molebank Citizen Volunteers and the Knights of St. Jude, in particular) when not too preoccupied with defending our home turf.
Joining the Union
Membership is open to those willing to help. If you wish to join, register on the MCV/SU board. Then post a message in the Sebright Union thread in the Recruitment forum and ask to be inducted into the group. Be sure to include a link to your UD profile in your post. Once you're registered, you will be contacted with further instructions.
Posted once with our recruitment ad, a Sebright Union summary: We do what any sensible people seeking to survive a zombie apocalypse would do; so pretty much it's just kill, 'cade, and cure day in, day out. But it's nice to be able to exchange a pleasant word with like-minded acquaintances at the end of the day, and there's a pub nearby where we've been known to retire for a day or two of carousing when the routine gets too tedious. Mostly it's just the same old grind. You know how it is, and, if you don't, you should come check us out.
Known fraud: Lance Link
Oyez, oyez! A major PKing griefer in these parts, Lance Link has specified “Sebright Union" as his group affiliation in his profile. Mr. Link is in no way connected to us—except if you call PK’ing a number of us a connection—and is not acting on our behalf. He sometimes also claims to be a member of the Malton Fire Department; in all likelihood, this assertion is equally spurious.
Note: There's also a fellow known as Lanced Link. He seems mainly to be trying to publicize Lance Link's masqueradin' ways, so, unless you know otherwise, please don't tar him with the other's brush.
History
Worth a Thousand Words.. --Gimmic 22:47, 11 October 2006 (BST)
While still a work in progress, we now have graphical representation! Many thanks go out to SU member Wilam for her work on the image!
Sebright opens franchise McZeds
--Gimmic 15:20, 5 October 2006 (BST)
We've taken it upon ourselves to open a McZeds at the Morrish Motel. Doors were quietly opened on Oct 1st. Barricades will be taken down and official graffiti sprayed but as of now I would consider it a work in progress.
Formerly known as the Sebright Brotherhood
--Gimmic 14:49, 21 March 2006 (GMT)
The group has voted in favor of changing to a more sociable name and should now be recognized as the Sebright Union. Fresh graffiti will be sprayed, I will be ninja-editing associated wiki pages, and name tags will be handed out as time permits. Members please update your profile to reflect "Sebright Union" as our new group.
Sebright Has Been Taken
--A big strong fireman 22:57, 6 Jan 2006 (GMT)
Earlier this afternoon, I found zombies in St. Columbanus, the Morrish Hotel, the Selley Building, and the Peach Museum. More were swarming in the streets outside. God knows what was going on in the buildings I did not have the resources to check. Then, when I awoke later, after a nap too short to refresh me enough to do anything but take stock of my immediate surroundings, I found that my beloved museum had been breached. It was bound to happen eventually, but that doesn't make it any easier to stomach: at this moment, six zombies hold sway in Sebright. Two of my comrades have fallen, one of whom, Muffin Kowalski, has been fighting beside me since November. Everyone still alive has been infected. All I could do was flee to the nearest heavily barricaded building and call for help.
Exhausted, infected, and wounded though I am, I cannot rest: whenever I come close to shutting down, the rage and frustration wash over me again, and I am jolted awake once more. Is there anything worse than this feeling of helplessness? When I'm finally able to take up arms again, what will I face? And how will I live with the guilt of having used my last shreds of strength to save myself, abandoning my brothers-in-arms to whatever horrors the night has in store for them?
Yet again, I must set speculation aside. I know that the only thing I can do is force myself to stay still and recover in order to pick up the fight again tomorrow. I am without ammunition, and even with it the job is too great for one person. Though battle rages in Molebank, I beg any of you who can offer help to make their way to this small corner of the fight.
I will never surrender to despair. But sometimes it's difficult to resist the urge.
Report from Sebright Museum
-- A big strong fireman 23:16, 17 Dec 2005 (GMT)
I only know my tiny corner of the drama: The humdrum routine of waking each day to check the surrounding buildings, barricading, healing, and killing Zs, whatever was most needed. Roaming the neighboring streets, disposing of zombies where able, reporting their numbers when ammo or strength made that impossible. The treks, often ill-rewarded, to the mall or PD for supplies. Days in a row passed when I was unable to go beyond the buildings surrounding the museum. It seemed like every time I looked, the hospital was infested, and, every time I awoke, someone else was reporting having cleaned it out the night before. There was no time to think of the bigger picture: just trying to keep those few blocks safe, day in, day out, took every bit of energy I had.
For some reason, the museum attracted a bunch of like-minded people. We never organized formally, never tried to coordinate. No one has ever tried to give an order. We all just seem to do what makes the most sense, careful to keep each other up-to-date about what's going on, so that when one person passes out, the next one to wake up knows where things stand. We each do what we choose but always, and quite spontaneously, with an eye to the greater good of the group. Or that's how it seems to me, anyway. I just know I bless what serendipitous twist of fate led me to end up working with so many people whom I trust and respect. I won't post their names here yet, because I don't know if they want the publicity, but I'll list them later, as and if I get their permission.
There you go. It's not an exciting story, though there was excitement for us. This war is drudgery. It involves dealing with the tedium of getting up each day knowing that you're going to have to do almost exactly what you did the day before. When the hottest part of the battle was done, I caught myself feeling bored and understood for the first time the sickness of getting so used to conflict that normalcy seems uninteresting. When danger and violence become routine, peace may seem intolerable. If this outbreak is ever controlled, how many of us will be unable to return to our everyday lives?
Enough of that. The lads and I took the day off today and decided to hoist a few at the Belsten Arms. Who knows how long this lull will continue? This may be our last chance for a while to enjoy a drink and a conversation. Best enjoy it--and that means no more philosophizing.
Old news and information archived @ SU_archives.
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