120 Days of Amber

Technically we missed that mark around 40 days ago and I've been murdering for 133 days, so the title although it sounds pretty is somewhat meaningless except on my 120th day murdering the citizens of Malton, I once again delighted in the death of an innocent.

And who better to declare my business in Gibsonton to than the leader of the Gibsonton Defence Alliance?

He didn't seem very enthusiastic when I revealed my plans to him.


The very next day, I made haste to the nearest Police Department to meet up with ihall4. We exchanged words. I'm afraid I overwhelmed him.


Doxxist soon followed suit. I tend to have that effect on people. It can be rather irksome. Good thing I'm not easily stressed. I retired to a library in the center of town to sleep a while.

The next day I decided to do a bit of a pub crawl. Of course, whenever I go pubbing these days it really feels like I'm slumming it. There are so many obnoxious drunks in Malton. It was hardly surprising when I encountered Kurt Wells who claimed to be the "Zombie terminator." I decided to perform a little experiment.



It fried his circuits.



Just more evidence for my theory: Robots should avoid paradoxes, water and "wuv" whenever possible. I think he'd be much better company as a zombie to be honest.

It was back to business as usual the next day. I encountered Officer Murphy in Skarin Row PD.



Nothing like the feeling you get after killing a cop.



Wyzeguy6 was next up.

One would expect from his name that there was a little more going on upstairs than the stupid look on his face revealed.

But one would have been mistaken.

I sat down and sighed. I felt like I was spinning my wheels. Here I am in the company of Malton's finest killers and gentlemen and I'm bored. It could be that I was feeling somewhat stiffled. I'm usually very independent. I'm not used to taking orders. DORIS is a great group and indeed, Lockettside was some of the most fun I've had since coming back to Malton. And although our priority targets are Imperium and DA we're absolutely free to shoot whomever we deem fit (even fellow rummers, though this should go without saying.) But this war is tedious. To be honest I imagine the fact that I'd not died since coming to Gibsonton had a little more to do with my boredom. Not at the hands of anyone that mattered anyhow. Finis took a shot at me with the same old line he used last time and is apparently still stalking this blog, afraid to leave a comment, but he barely registers. If all the Imperium can do is rely on zergs and spies to fight their wars for them it isn't surprising that I was getting bored. It started to feel like I was killing retarded [space] monkeys. So I decided to step outside and take in some fresh air and a nice long nap in the cemetery on my way up to Dulston. Of course I didn't expect to find much action up there either. But a change of scenery was desparately needed.

I dragged my rotten self up to the fastest revive point in Dulston. It was here that I encountered a couple of rather antisocial zombie hunters, Adelaire and MushRoom002. Seems they weren't aware that shooting zombies at revive points or outside is bad etiquette.

It wasn't too long before I got a revive though. The mid-day summer sun and a lovely shady tree made for excellent sleeping conditions and before I knew it, I was restored to full health and ready to jam with MushRoom.

I decided to share a poem with him that I had been working on before nodding off.

He started to freak out. As it turned out he was having a rather bad trip.


Let that be a lesson to you kids: don't take what you can't handle.

I headed back to Gibsonton the next day. I still had a little to get out of my system before I went back to targetting Imperium (or what was left of them.) Some long pig was exactly what I needed.

A sprig of Rosmary and maybe some garlic. Season with cracked pepper, maybe a little sea salt...


Hey, I'm not above a little cannibalism when the mood takes me. Sure there were more in there I could have killed. But my enthusiasm had returned. I wasn't even in Gibsonton so I decided to let sleeping townies lie and save my bullets for more worthy targets.

It was a rather wise choice. The next day I didn't have to travel far to find a friend from Pitneybank.

Good Bub is a cancer, he likes long walks in the cemetery, headshots and women with massive...

Guns. He also takes a keen interest in the zodiac.

It's true astrology is bullshit. I'm a Taurus and I'm supposed to be compatible with Cancers. I mean really, how compatible do we look?

Okay, he's not Imperium. But it was absolutely necessary that Good Bub died. I expect I'll be doing a little more hunting bounty hunters after this Gibsonton business. Hell, I'm not above a little bounty hunting myself as Hackslide discovered.


IMPERIUM ARE MURDERERS? It's more likely than you think. At least I had a decent reason to kill him. The knave had the nerve to shoot the lovely leggy Le Penseur of the Philosophe Knights and the Convivial Canderous Ordo one of the founding members of DORIS. Hempknightcc however just got in the way of my gun...while I was shooting it...

Repeatedly...

So did Dead Dennis Morre...


HK 47 was quick to respond to my commands and hastily dispatched with JayDepp in my wake. I gave him a lube job as a reward.

And so the war rages on. It is unknown how long this conflict will continue or whether Malton will endure in it's wake. The good news is that Duke is back from a rather long er...nap and in fighting form I might add. Tonight he managed to kill 3. Two in Cattle Bank and another in St Matthew's Cathedral. So at least I've got some company now. I may stay on in Santlerville for a little while afterwards, though I am starting to feel Pitneybank calling me back once again. I need to dedicate a few weeks to really see the sites and get comfortable. Especially after a lovely local girl by the name of Julius made me an offer through IRC that I simply could not pass up. I love orange julius.

Circles

Pitneybank is probably one of my favorite destinations in Malton. It's little wonder then that I ended up there again after my killing spree in Buckley Mall. I had pondered staying in Pegton for a while after getting a revive there, but Pegton is such a small town.

On my way I was offered an opportunity to join the IRS. These corporate go-getters are cleaning up the streets of Malton. Since I've an associate in Monroeville who started out doing exactly that, I decided to apply.



It wasn't very satisfying I've got to admit. So eventually I ended up in Giddings. I saw a few friends around...but decided to take care of my urges first.


I sent a shout out to Tolkein Black Man over the radio and Jesusowns. Before heading over to the Fortress of Prostitution's clinic to sleep. It was here Vigilis enquired about joining the hunting club. I invited him officially but the approval process can be terribly slow. Vigilis, should you wish to contact myself or the Duke to see where your application is in the queue, you might want to join us in chat some time. Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to see him reply as a rather rude bounty hunter murdered me.

After being headshot 1 too many times by inexperienced humans, I decided to make my way over to Stanbury. It's no short trip and I'd been mulling over the decision since Pegton. I was initially asked to join DORIS, the Philosophe Knights, Red Rum and the Spartans in Gibsonton to fight Imperium. And I had every intention of heading up there from Pitneybank. But I've also had some unfinished business in Stanbury for some time now and threats from the secret six only added to the appeal. So I stood in the revive point and was quickly revived by one of the Kilt Store staff. I lay resting in grass in Yeoman Park for some time. I may have been a little sunstroked by the time I woke up. But I was still in the mood...

Unfortunately it was strictly business. A good friend in the area had informed me that NemesisReborn had murdered a brain rotted survivor. Not wishing to give away my informant, I sent him on his way with a rather cryptic message.



Piglug was also on my hitlist. He's a local thug who has also been griefing brain rotted survivors. He's been at it for some time. I didn't bother with a warning.

All this work and the sunstroke tired me out. Luckily, I was able to rest a little while in the Kilt store before retiring to the library next door. Unfortunately, Tai Tao Ren, a chap whom I'm vaguely familiar with from an earlier encounter in Wyke Hills, didn't take too kindly to my hunting in the Kilt Store. I wouldn't have done in the store itself, but the job was pressing and I was anxious to get to sleep.

Regardless, the Owner of the Kilt Store himself revived me and prodded me gently to purchase a kilt. I would have but I was more anxious to get some more business done. I apologised to the kilt store staff and patrons before scouting around a little. A few moments later I stumbled upon a couple of people in the whale building that looked suspiciously like members of The Secret Six.


So I shot him.

And his team mate.


I was dissatisfied with Stanbury's reception however at least I got a little respect from Marcus Banes. Could have done without being shot, though t'was a fair claim he made. I'm really more disappointed that my lovely new outfit now has bullet holes and blood flecks on it. Sort of defeats the purpose of wearing white.

Anyhow after yet another revive, I'd had enough of strange Scotts making suggestions on my fashion sense, vengeful Japanese tourists and rent-a-cops shooting at me, so I decided to head a little ways north to Tynte Mall. Exhausted I collapsed inside. I was hoping to last the night since there were only a few people inside, none of which seemed interested in killing me, and indeed one healed me back to full health. But I'd hardly had a chance to pass out when AidenFury decided to give me a bit of a makeover himself.

Fair cop. Stupid move sleeping in a mall. I wasn't about to let him get away with it though.


Since the image is rather large and resizing it makes for good squinting, you might like to view this version: Click Here.

The image was taken by Aiden himself. I'd thank him in person for it but I would hate to further spoil my pretty new white dress with more blood and gunpowder burns.

In any case, I travelled back to Pitneybank again to restock where my otherwise peaceful rest was disturbed by Good Bub. And on the morning of my birthday no less! He could have at least wished me many happy returns. Some people have no class. Regardless, I was set to move on.

A little later that day, on my way to Gibsonton, I stumbled across BrotherMcBeaner. Finally, I was ready to weigh in on the war between Red Rum, DORIS, The Philosophe Knights, The Columbine Kids, The Spartans, Pathetic Bill and LUE and their sworn spaceman enemies, Imperium.

Indubitably, I was innebriated. Let this be a lesson to you all: don't attempt to construct long sentences whilst intoxicated.
At least, I had an excuse. And Happy Birthday to me...

Ah Gibsonton promises to be such a laugh. After a nap in spracklingbank, I headed into town to find Lord Alpharius sleeping soundly in the Gowing Building. Naturally, I defied the propaganda sprayed on the wall.


And killed him without mercy.


I wandered off to find more pleasing accomodations and eventually rested contently in a library. However, it was not his intention to let me be.

I awoke to this scene. The fool mistook me for a Philosophe Knight. While I do love the Philosophe Knighs and have nothing but the utmost respect for them, the only place I will not take a life is the Quarterly Library. Everywhere else its open season.


Yeah, even I have a personal code of ethics. I consider it rude to kill someone more than once. There are exceptions. I will defend myself. If I kill you and you come back for revenge, I'll probably kill you if I find you again. That depends largely on my mood though. I suppose war is one of those extenuating situations where I can bend my own rules for the duration, too. Regardless, it's done now.

The second kill there was less than 12 hours after the first. If my own life weren't under threat, I'd have considered my behaviour griefing. Regardless, it was amusing.

I'm not done with Gibsonton yet. I'll be scouting further tomorrow. This is indeed promising to be a fun town.