User:Hashk/Jose Cojones
Hola vato. I'm José Cojones. I came here to see the architecture and the pretty señoritas.
Summary
| Race: | Human |
| Class: | Civilian, Consumer |
| Gender: | Male |
| ID: | Urban Dead profile |
| Status: | Dead. Bien muerto. |
| Location: | South Blythville or thereabouts |
| Kills: | 12 zombies |
| Deaths: | 2 by zombie, 1 by hijoputa |
January 2009
Thursday, the 22th
No time to talk vato, I'll be quick. Muchos thank you to the cabron that revived me. I remember your jeta, will return the favor when I can.
I had to take a short vacation away from the chingadazos at Marven Mall. Just came back, rested and armed. So I enter the mall and there's 50 zombies cara de culo in the SW corner. ¡Cincuenta! Pheeew... ¡carajo! They're gathering there for some reason... and there's still people in the mall! Don't know how they stay alive. As soon as I go inside, two zombies start chewing on my arm. Don't want to waste ammo, so I got out rapidito.
I'm waiting with other vatos now, taking a breath, seeing what the zeds are up to. Will get me three before sleeping again. Or we'll all be dead by the morning. It's chido with me any way.
- Update: José is dead again. He killed two zeds in Marven, wounded a third one, and yelled at a whole lot of them. Badly wounded himself, he managed to limp to the safehouse, only to be stabbed on arrival by a PKer de mierda.
Sunday, the 18th
José is dead. The pendejo walked over to the Pippard Building, shot one zed, and barely returned to the Preston Building, with 1 AP left, just in time for the MOB strike.
At least he did go down shooting.
Saturday, the 17th
Sit down, amigo, drink with me. No we're not friends I know, but who gives a fucking carajo? This whole town is a hell hole and I don't want to drink alone. Come on sit down, let's talk while we wait for more zombies.
Hahaha strong stuff eh? Good shit. Next chug goes down easier.
Let me tell you, I'm very cansado, amigo, mucho worn out. I been shooting zombies every day, not sleeping, just looting this mall for ammo and medicine. Oh sure I had my fun, plenty excitement. I remember the first time a zombie walked up to me... ¡ay hijo de la chingada! So ugly I nearly shit my pants! But next one, that one took a bullet... en la cabezota, amigo: ¡pum! Balazo in the head! Hahaha right here, you see? But it didn't die. No. Stood up. So it took another, and another. I emptied my guns on the fucker and he keeps biting, I had to run like a desgraciado.
But I'm rambling again. Pass me the bottle, amigo.
So look, I don't even remember how I ended up here, Blythville Sur. I think I died at some point, it was a nightmare... but who cares now. I couldn't have come here at a worst time! Hahaha see I don't have two days in the suburb, word on the street is MoB coming to trash the pueblo! Pinnnches zombies culeros. So I walk to these two güeyes who seem to know what they're doing, and said what now, do we hide here, do we run? One just got there from Bly Norte, says doesn't matter, the zeds will tear down everything. But the other, that one was tired of running. He said "I'm staying here." Then other said "me too, we can put up a good fight."
I went "¡a güevo!" It was music to my ears, estoy hasta la madre of running too. You are no kind of man if you let anyone chase you, amigo, you are the one who chase. ¡Hay que ser hombre, no payaso!
And so, here we are. Look at me, I don't have more guns and ammo on me because I can't carry more. And I know we can't win this fight... but I'm going down shooting, cabrón, not running. And look! We've been holding the MoB back! So far I kicked seven MOB asses here, and will get me more mañana. Hahaha!
Bueno amigo, gracias for the talk. Let's get some sleep while we can. Wake me up when they arrive.
Suerte, vato.
Wednesday, the 7th
First zed killed, after only injuring I don't know how many. Ha!
Miscellaneous Junk
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Mexican |
| This user is Mexican. |
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Consumer |
| This user is a consumer and is probably off looting a mall. |
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Trigger Happy |
| This user has guns. Do not cross them. |
