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IntroductionThis page is always a work in progress, so expect updates relatively soon.
The term "Anasazi" usually refers to a specific old native American culture. Excavations have found the remains of human skeletons showing evidence of violence and dismemberment, with strong indications of cannibalism. This evidence of warfare, conflict, and cannibalism is hotly debated by some scholars and interest groups, and archaeological conclusions may be strongly attacked. Anasazi has come to mean "ancient people," although the word itself is Navajo, meaning "enemy ancestors." MusingsThe Beginning of the End "Behold a pale horse: his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." You could say I came to Ridleybank on a pilgrimage. To see Malton and die. I don't think the people of Malton or the outside world really realize what's happening. Maybe it's because the biblical Resurrection wasn't exactly what they were expecting. That's probably why they're all still too busy running around screaming. Meanwhile, we figured it out: this is New Jerusalem. If you don't mind taking the big plunge and dying, this new existence ain't all bad. The after-parties tend to be pretty dead, but really it's the getting there that's the interesting part. So, as long as my brain won't rot from all the abuse the outdated hardware will be getting in the coming days as it tries to cope with the new paradigm, I'm going to spend the rest of my days both living and dead. I guess that makes me one of the chosen ones. Hallelujah, baby. Welcome to Malton.
"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." In their corporate greed, Necrotech sought the cure for death. Of course, they wanted it for their own purposes, only to grow rich and powerful. Unfortunately for them, the primal force of death proved too powerful to contain within laboratories, with research and syringes. Their solution for death escaped them and soon turned the streets of Malton into a charnel house. Now we take the fruits of their labour and exploit them at the dawn of this new age. Once freed from those greedy corporate hands, Necrotech's revival technology comes together with the apocalyptic scourge they'd unleashed to give us a new way of existence which transcends the traditional boundaries of our mortal forms. Now we the people rise to bring this force of liberation to one and all.
JournalThe 5th of November, 2007 "Remember, remember, the Fifth of November ..." At the beginning of the month, most of the RRF were clustering in their home turf in anticipation of a major offensive on the 5th of November. The days leading up to the scheduled confrontation we were passed munching in on snacks falling out of the freerunning lanes leading into the suburb. It was my hope that this period would allow me to gain some experience for my newbie character. I'd been mostly outside the Halsey Auto Repair, hoping to break in every now and then or waiting for someone to drag a weakened, but kicking and screaming intruder out on the streets. Just as the night was turning into the 5th, I joined a moderate mob (around 40) and slipped into the Blackmore Building in anticipation of the attack. Throughout the day the humans kept coming, but not with an offensive that matched our expectations. Instead of attacking en masse and holding ground, they snuck in, took a few down and snuck away again. This raiding continued, their attacks slowly whittling down the numbers of zombie horde, but never gaining any ground. The building remained filled with shambling zombies the entire day. In the end, the 5th of November was something of an anti-climax. Apparently the humans lacked numbers and coordination to accomplish a serious objective. They had managed to barricade large parts of the suburb, but this only meant that we'd have to spend a few days clearing our surroundings. It was time to once more spread devastation around Ridleybank, to return it to its natural apocalyptic self. The Ring of Ruin, it was called as we spread out, but it seemed more like a buffet.
"The King is dead, long live the King!" Murray Jay Suskind, the Papa of the RRF, retired from the position and in his place we now celebrate Lord Moloch. His inauguration speech was particularly inspiring and assured me that my trek into Malton had come at an auspicious time indeed! You'll find a choice bit from the speech below, recorded for posterity and the benefit of the .. ehh ... well, now it's recorded anyway!
As part of a massive attack areas held by the Crimson Clan, the Brennand Building in Havercroft, in the southernmost tip of CC's extended core area, in the so called "zone s", became the target for RRF's Wrecking Ball. The building was a key NT resource and would need to be secured for an overall victory in the area. It took a while for the zombie tide to crash the defenses. This was by far the biggest fighting I'd seen thus far and the defenders seemed dogged in their determination to push us out. But even with things progressing slowly, and with us determined to hold what we gained, our relentless push could only eventually break the resistance - and so it did. The result was - as always - absolute ruin and desolation as far as the eye could see. Meanwhile, while the Wrecking Ball had been taking and holding the Brennand building, other parts of the RRF and its allies had focused on other targets until nothing that was decent or worthwhile remained unruined in the area, except the impregnable Ackland Mall. Of course, it turned out to be not quite so impregnable after all when all of the horde, including the Wrecking Ball, coalesced and laid siege on the structure. While the south western corner bore the brunt of the assault, a coordinated sneak attack on the north west finally broke the defenses and allowed the mass of walking corpses to eat the residents and ransack the entire mall. The RRF and its allies claimed victory ([1])!
Since the beginning of the year, the RRF has left its homeland to bring death and destruction to Malton at large. We've since crushed three malls and their surrounding suburbs. The price of real estate is going down and we're still going on strong. StatisticsHumans killed as a Zombie: 37 meals finished. Updated 9.11.2011 Additional
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