The Knockers
'Knocking on your Doors'
- "We knocked upon this oft closed door,
- No answer we received,
- We knocked again, much louder still,
- Our zombie souls aggrieved!
- This was the end, 'twas time to kill,
- To cloak our teeth in gore."
- ~ Munchingkin
A Beginning
Long have they stood against us, steadfast and passively agressive enemies of the zombie hoard.
Through all of the outbreaks they have endured our wrath, ageless opponents lurking on the edge of our comprehension, our very notice. Plotting silently as they conspire against our best efforts, silent and embittered foes allied with the living to spite the undead. Perchance we think we hear them laughing on occasion, hoarse and croaking voices spitting foul splintery cackles as we batter uselessly against their hardened surfaces to no avail. You know this ancient foe of which I speak, those great shadowy menaces to our rampant slaughter.
DOORS!
Too long I say have they had their way! Too long have humans smirked and leered at us from behind them, lording their manual digit dexterity over the undead, delighting in their fingers' ability to surpass even the greatest of the wooden beasts.
Oh, we shall have our revenge.
It shall be a swift and violent thing, a great swirling hoard of the undead, all with the manual digit dexterity the humans so prize in their own. They shall be sitting smug in their buildings and we shall open their great defenders, their vaunted doors! And they will gasp and run and shriek, but there shall be no escape as none of the smug idiots have bothered to purchase free running yet. And then we shall swarm over them, bitting and clawing, devouring brains and brandishing broken door handles, finally the masters of their doors!!!
