Chocolate Thunder
| Chocolate Thunder | |
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| Abbreviation: | CT |
| Group Numbers: | Undisclosed |
| Leadership: | The armed Duo |
| Goals: | Splattering survivor brainz |
| Recruitment Policy: | Not open at this time |
| Contact: | ChocolateThunderGroup@live.com |
What are we? (The NPOV)
Chocolate Thunder is a PKer group operating out of several suburbs in North Malton. Their stated goals are "releasing a reign of terror upon the people of North Malton," as well as "demonstrating the power of Chocolate Thunder." While they are PKers, they retain certain moral codes that must never be broken.
Chocolate Thunder's current target is:
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The Current Target |
| Threats to Society |
A Chilling Recollection
You lie there sleeping, in what was a heavy breathing slumber. Slowly, you are awoken. You open your left eye lazily, and then your right. As your vision adjusts to the soft glow down the hallway, your eyes focus in on your surroundings. Nearby are sleeping men and women, some children, and like you they are crudely clothed in obviously whatever they could find amongst the wreckage. Suddenly, a soft yet penetrating rumble reverberates through the linoleum floor beneath you. Others around you start to awake, but promptly return to sleep. You make your way alongside the pasty green wall to the half-boarded window, and look to the west. It is dark. There are no stars in the sky. Only the full moon to light damaged streets three stories below you. The soft hum of the generator can be heard in the rooms down the hallway. It calms you. You make your way back to your makeshift bed, when again, the rumble occurs, only this time coupled with a subdued flash of lightning.
You mentally count to yourself, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..." It happens again, yet stronger, louder. You restart your count - "1, 2, 3, 4..." The makeshift tin roof above you starts to clang faintly but repeatedly, and is accompanied by yet another rumble of thunder and flash of light. Your heartbeat is elevated. Fear grips you as you stumble back to your bed. Suddenly the rain intensifies, and those around you are fully awake, sitting up in their beds. You lie there; however, knowing. You know that it is futile to get excited, or nervous. You have seen this before.
A mother hushes her murmurous child back to sleep. A man, fumbling, nervously lights a cigarette. Those who have found pillows muffle the hushed noises that fill the room.
The rain intensifies. Abruptly, a flash of lighting seemingly strikes the building itself, combined with a pealing clap of sound that breaks the muffled silence of the room. Thankfully a makeshift lighting rod routes the potent blast down the side of the building and releases it into the ground. The uneasy survivors stand, and nervously converse with one another.
The murmurous child asks, "What is that pungent odor? It's filling the whole place!!"
You answer softly, "Fear." Suddenly you hear the moaning of zombies on the streets below. They gather at the barricades and crudely mash their undead fists into desks, bookcase, and soda machines resurrected by the survivor cause for your protection. "They can smell it," you continue.
The generator stumbles. It gasps for breath and stutters as would a person choking to death on their own spit. It is out of fuel. The lights flicker until there the room is just bright enough to see anything. The generator dies with a loud "spud!" The lights go out. A few scream. Others swear. You see some on their knees, praying frantically to God. There is a crash at the barricades, nothing major though. Nothing can get in from the outside world, not yet anyways. The only way in would be to free run, stealthily from a neighboring building.
There are muffled footsteps, pounding up the stairs below you. They grow louder, and clearer, and are too quick to be that of a zombie's. You get up and walk to the doorway of the hall to see what's going on, to get to the bottom of things.
But it is too late. Two men, heavily armed and waiting for you are there to meet you. You are shot twice, in the chest. One man proceeds to say while the other loads a cartridge into his shotgun
"You mess with the chocolate rain," as the second man aims at your head
"YOU GET THE CHOCOLATE THUNDER!!!" The second man proceeds to splatter your brains on the pasty green wall behind you.
Those killed in the Name of Chocolate Thunder
| Those killed for their offenses against humanity | ||
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The Kill Count |
| This group has at least 197 confirmed kills that are listed on this wiki |
Wondering why you were killed? You'll probably want to visit this page.
Those to be killed next
| Those who are next to be killed for their offenses against humanity | ||
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The Code of Conduct for The Chocolate Thunder
- Kill only when necessary, or when divinely led to do so. Or when somebody really gets on your nerves.
- Kill when insolence is demonstrated in one's profile description
- Kill for the good of society.
- Slaughter any survivor known to have Brain Rot. They are zombie spies and must die.
- Never allow insolence about the Chocolate Rain to go unpunished.
- Respect fellow PKers. Unless those people are bounty hunters. That's the bad kind of PKer. Kill them.
- Never slaughter those who help you.
- Anybody with a misspelled name or profile description is fair game. They are damaging the collective education of society and must be punished.
How do I join this distinguished organization?
The easy answer is that you can't. Not yet anyway...
Templates made just for you!
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Chocolate Rain |
| This user was slain mercilessly at the hands of The Chocolate Thunder |
Templates made for us!
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Moral PKers |
| This Pker group kills for the good of society |
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Honor Among Thieves |
| This user or group supports the Honor Among Thieves Policy & finds that PKing is more fun when only innocents suffer. |
