Carner Way Police Department (group)
| Carner Way Police Department | |
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| Abbreviation: | CWPD |
| Group Numbers: | 1 |
| Leadership: | Captain Video |
| Goals: | Zombies, parking tickets |
| Recruitment Policy: | Knock twice and say "swordfish" |
| Contact: | Captain Video |
Carner Way Police Department is located along the northern border of Malton, in the north-western part of East Boundwood. Right now it's just me, but we're recruiting!
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Short-wave Radio Info |
| This group or location has a dedicated radio frequency.
Frequency: 28.82 MHz |
History
January, 2009
January 26 - We now have a functioning radio transmitter and generator for the station. Hooray! -CaptainVideo 02:44, 27 January 2009 (UTC)
January 24 - I finally made it back to the station after eighteen days of wandering through the city. I've got free running now, which is pretty sweet, and I did drop off that statue I found, but my mind is elsewhere.
I figure I'm going to have to go down to Bale Mall once I get my strength back up. I need a radio transmitter and a gimerator and lots more ammo and a first-aid kit and a fuel can and chewing gum and some more art. Art really helps you convince yourself you're better than they are. We really need a Velvet Elvis to spice things up.
I'm not sure which troubles me more: the number of people - correction, zeds - I've had to attack, or how bad I shot I am.
Definitely need chewing gum. Definitely need sleep.
-CaptainVideo 01:20, 25 January 2009 (UTC)
January 22 - I'm currently inside something called the Wheadon Museum, home of impressionist art. I think my wife took me here once when we were dating. I scored a couple of impressionist statues for the station. I'm a long way from there right now, but I needed to get a feel for the city again.
It amazes me how popular graffiti has become. Someone sprayed "The absence of limitation is the enemy of art" on one of the walls in here. I'm too tired to move again today, so I've been thinking about that while I make a nest for myself in the ticket booth.
What I think it means is that you can't have good art unless you have boundaries. Which sounds counter-intuitive at first: Isn't art supposed to be free? Yet the most impressive things I've seen are always the things that flourish in the most miserable circumstances.
There are flowers growing in the streets between the bodies out here...
-CaptainVideo 01:28, 23 January 2009 (UTC)
January 19 - I think. I'm using the 2003 wall calender from my old office to keep track of time, and I'm not sure I'm doing it right. At any case, a week and a half wandering the city has been enlightening. Re-killing the "undead" is proving tiresome, especially since they can get right back up again later. I myself actually died once, but I was later revived by a helpful young fellow who left before I was able to thank him.
Things are... strange. Aside from the living dead and the gunfire and all that, I mean. It's just that all the magazines and products and everything are from 2005. Gasoline is $2.49 a gallon - although I don't think the pumps work. I found an old copy of Mad and did the fold-in, which was reassuring. But the city just looks wrong, and - not to overstep my circumstances - I've been awful tired since the first time I died. -CaptainVideo 06:50, 19 January 2009 (UTC)
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