Harman for the Holidays: Christmas in Wyke Hills 2010 Another year and the snow begins to fall. In the distance a grumbling drunken survivor drags a small fir tree across a car park on his way to some safe-house or other. Silence reigns. But wait! There is a sound in the distance. Is that…caroling?
Indeed it is.

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I’m Dreaming of A Wyke Christmas

This year in Wyke Hills, residents are lighting up the suburb and placing decorations like never before. Stockings are hung by chimneys with care and Maltonian Christmas carols will fill the air.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is running low on fuel. A recently-cut

fir tree has been propped up in a crude stand, and decorated with red lights.

Somebody has spraypainted I'm Dreaming of a Wyke Christmas. onto a wall.

You drape the lights over the tree and plug them in.

Decorations

Who doesn’t remember that one street in the neighborhood where everyone goes all out this time of year and decorates with flashing lights and tinsel? This year, Wyke Hills is that street…er…suburb. Resident’s of Wyke hills are asked to light and decorate as much as they can. Sure zombies will tear down your Christmas decorations eventually, but that is no excuse not to show your holiday spirit. Pictures or screen-grabs can be posted to the discussion page for this article. The ultimate goal of this portion of the event will be to be able to piece together a picture of Wyke Hills in its entire splendor for next year’s Christmas cards. The best decorated building will receive mention on the wiki along with the person or group who takes credit for decorating it. Shiny template spam will be awarded to the decorator and your name will go down in Wyke Hills History.

Zombie groups are encouraged to participate as well and an award will be given to the best zombie "decoration." So smear that blood and defile that graffiti; just because you are dead does not mean you cannot get in on the action.

Caroling

Nothing says holiday spirit like freezing your butt off running around in the snow and singing to people who check their watch every 3 seconds…I mean, spreading joy and season’s greetings through song. This year, get out there and serenade your fellow Wyke Hillians with holiday tunes like the sample below. Caroling in Wyke will begin December 24^th and end January 1^st, with a special performance by The Band Styx to be held on December 28^th. Post songs to the “songs” section below to share them and enter the competition for best carol (voting will start on January 2^nd). Any songs may be posted but to be entered in the competition, it needs to actually be performed in Malton (working on the honor system but scrrenshots are welcome). Songs need not necessarily be performed in Wyke Hills to qualify but must be performed somewhere during the duration of the contest; meaning songs from people who remain zombies over the holidays must be submitted in Zamgrh, Zombish, etc. So survivors, let’s get out there and make some music. Zombies, break through those barricades and sing your un-beating hearts out or serenade your favorite RP. More Shiny Template Spam will be awarded to the winners in zombie and human song categories.

Songs

(Please post entries below using "===="s around the song title. Include where, when and if the song was performed, and place a signature following the lyrics as per the example)

Sample Song:A Christmas in Whittenside

A Christmas in Whittenside

It's beginning to look like such a ghost town

Ev'rywhere you go;

Take a look in the old PD it seems to be Harman-free

With smears of blood and not a sign aglow.

It's beginning to look like such a ghost town

once the screaming stops,

And the death that this portends makes the silence that descends

on the old roof tops.

A pair of steelietoed boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of area friends;

A DNA check and syringe in the neck

Is the hope that I’ll live again;

And Zombie hordes can hardly wait for the spring picnic to begin.

It's beginning to look like such a ghost town

Ev'rywhere you go;

There's a corpse in the Mais Motel, one in Colglough as well,

Signs of putrefaction starting to show.

It's beginning to look like such a ghost town

Chills you to your core

But the scariest thing you find is the claw-marks left behind

On your own front door.

Al be rt Sc hw an

The First Outbreak

The First Outbreak

The First outbreak, was over in Blackmore

With a bunch of test subjects in test center four

Up on the third floor, found eating the docs

The researchers panicked and threw all the locks.

Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak, outbreak

How many zombies can poor Malton take!

They infected the staff and ran to the streets

Saw lots of humans and ate them like treats.

And now on the streets, they met the police

who politely gestured and asked them to cease.

Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak, outbreak

How many zombies can poor Malton take!

They looked at the police, and the police looked back

The lead zombie groaned and commenced the attack.

They jumped the first cop, started eating his face

The rest of them scattered, the zombies gave chase

Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak, outbreak

How many zombies can poor Malton take!

And since that day, they spread far and wide

as for the survivors, those lived who did hide.

The border went up, around Malton land

No one comes no one goes now, and that’s how things stand

Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak, outbreak

How many zombies can poor Malton take!

--Sigmund amenhauser

Hark the Feral Zombies Sing

Hark the Feral Zombies Sing

Hark the feral zombies sing, “we will eat most anything”/

“fireman all soaked in gas, we’re still gonna chew your ass”/

Hungry all the zombies rise, they are in for a surprise/

If we can revive the lot, we have won, we beat the Rot/

If we can revive the lot, we have won we, we beat the Rot.

Hark the feral zombies sing “let’s all do some death culting”/

“now it’s time for gory raids, parachute past barricades”/

Brave survivors watch the walls, medics come from hospitals/

If we can just get them FAKs, that might hold off their attack/

If we can just get them FAKs, that might hold off their attack.

Hark the feral zombies say “now it’s time for some PK”/

“load a gun and crab your axe, give survivors 40 whacks”/

Survivors there’s no need to fear, cause now all the RPs are clear/

Grab some needles start a trend, run out and revive your friends. /

Grab some needles start a trend, run out and revive your friends.

Hark the feral zombie sings “now I’ve tried bout everything”/

“Either I become a working slob, or organize and join the MOB”/

(Wait… a …second…that wasn’t in the plans…)

(…)

C’mon all survivors rise, wipe the terror from your eyes/

If we can revive the lot, we have won, we beat the Rot/

If we can revive the lot, we have won we, we beat the Rot.

(Writen by D.S. R&D Member Buebert and performed in the Buckley Mall on Christmas eve)

We Three Bounty Hunters

We Three Bounty Hunters

We three Bounty Hunters of Malton are Bearing bullets we traverse afar.
Wasteland and Junkyard, NT and mall, following yonder flare.