It began relatively mildly. Thug and Claybourne wandered down to Wyke Hills after our brief rhomp through Vinetown. And I followed, not really wanting to stay too long but in no real hurry to wander off. Thug kept on going on about some fellow shooting him. Since Thug is not wanted, I told him to report it to the proper authorities. He didn't listen. I wasn't really in the mood to give him orders. So instead I meandered around the area killing randomly.
Ron El, Adtheus and ishootzombiez died to sate my homicidal whims. It was getting a bit dull. So I wandered north a bit and, purely by accident, found a spy by the name of Doc Pokenprod.
The wind took me further north to Stanbury where I found Uchiha Survivor, who was badly in need of a makeover.
However it would seem that for the first time ever kismet had led me astray. Things had been heating up down south. Thug and Claybourne had been getting killed nearly daily by a group by the name of Dawn Patrol. And as it happens, Dawn Patrol were involved in a certain hit on harnap cinema back in september. The consequences of which involved myself and Mike LeGrande shooting up their little safehouse followed by a sermon by Sir Jakob. We missed our photo opportunities back then. It wasn't going to happen again. I left Stanbury that night.
Goat hammer was the first to die. In their own headquarters for fucks sake. I could tell this was going to be like shooting retarded space monkeys all over again. Not to say it wasn't fun, in fact it was incredibly amusing. That same night, AlvaroMesa died too. And then
JonPB, again in Dawn Patrol's headquarters.
I'd only been in town for 4 days and already I needed to restock. I ended up spending way more than I should have that day on some flower child. And again the next night whilest clubbing with a friend. It was worth it though. Strangest thing about the south, I seem to always end up singing kareoke down here. Could have been the red rum, or maybe the drugs. Maybe its something in the water.
It was time to focus again. Thankfully, due to the tireless efforts of Claybourne and Thug, we had a goal. I am less inclined to listen to survivors who appeal to the club as I don't believe they really need our help. Each individual is capable of doing what we do. "What one man can do, so can another." It might take time, dedication and assistance. You gotta crawl before you can walk and all that...but there's little to no difference between what I do and what any other regular survivor does. We all kill. We're all capable of cruelty. We all deny others of pleasure. Most survivors are more cruel than your average murderer on a daily basis. At least when I kill I'll send my victim off with a speech. Survivors see zombies, murderers and vandals as targets. No names, no humans, just a blotch identifying a target in their crosshairs. It's the banality of evil; ordinary people are compelled to obey authorities, follow the majority, fall in line and pull the trigger when someone assures them that they're doing something positive, be it in the name of science, the "re-awakening of a nation's spirit" or battling the grey menace in Ridleybank. You, dear reader, you survivors...you're just like me except I've looked into the abyss and even as a monster, I'm no where near as repulsive, dishonest or cowardly as you. You complain that a newbie gets murdered when you've probably been sitting in the same safehouse, in the same green suburb behind the same EHB barricades for your entire life. I kill without discrimination and experience no guilt, no shame, no remorse. I know better than to expect the best of humanity. It is in our nature to kill and consume until we're dead I've never apologised for what I am and I never will. In fact, in a city where most people follow, I'm proud to say that the only will I follow is my own. "Do what thou wilt shall be the only law," sayeth Crowley et al.
It was only through Thug and Claybourne's fabulous diplomacy skills that we were able to find direction and an in-road for Red Rum.
"First of all I wish to apologize also for any past pk'ing we might have done to you or your group. Now me and Atiku are not exactly pleased with dawn patrols actions and members, they have obvious furry tendencies and are some of the most idiotic people I have ever encountered with no sense of decency or respect."
What followed was a proposal from two former members of Dawn Patrol. They'd spy for us, we'd kill. While this could have been a double or indeed a triple cross, all things considered, we didn't need them to spy for us and we didn't need another excuse to kill Dawn Patrol. They just really wanted in on it. So, we opened up a few channels and invited Red Rum along for the ride. What followed was rather astonishing.
What had started as tit-for-tat had escallated into a full blown war.
The Hunting Club drew their plans against Nurcombe bank. Let's be clear here: this was premeditated. We'd been stalking this target for some 3 days. As Claybourne refueled the generator, goat hammer stumbled out of bed bleary eyed and confused. Not wanting to give him the time to alert the others to their impending doom, dipcup and Claybourne unloaded into his barely conscious face with dipcup taking the kill. This was followed by what can only be described as a blood bath, dipcup made kar98 his second kill for the night, Senator Icnatius slaughtered Running fox777, JonPB and b0bzor while I was happily pumping Selector full of holes.
And to top it off I trashed the joint. Claybourne was not satisfied and wandered off to have his own little after party with a makeamove and a bottle of RED RUM. I believe the Duke had a score to settle, or a play to direct with DrQuincy or something. I'm sure he'll correct me on the details. But I slept soundly all night in my brand new EHB dark Pinata.
The next day I wandered over to the local rotter's relief for a revive. Kindly they provided it, whilest GioV ate mein sohn's brains. I took this opportunity to become better acquainted with mein sohn. By this stage, Dawn Patrol were feigning surrender. We went along with it. And I took a little time out to pass on the regards of a friend to Rocky Ford.
Pretty soon it was apparent to us at least that diplomacy was not getting us anywhere with Dawn Patrol. And it was time to start turning the heat up. DORIS ended up getting in on it. Their main targets were twice removed from Dawn Patrol, purely because Dawn Patrol were busy eating dirt sandwiches. DORIS were going after Anti-Zombie Squad, (formerly known as Anti-Zombie Suad,) who were allies and friends of Dawn Patrol. Fuck knows why. One of their leaders disliked Dawn Patrol's attitude as much as I did. But hell, DORIS events are fun. And their motives usually turn out to be right in the end.
So I killed Dark Butters. After which a certain Noelani Kiel had the audacity to suggest that I stop killing without a purpose. I've said this once before: reasons are for survivors. Everyone deserves to die. Everyone will die. Whether they decide to stand up to die again is their decision. And if they made that decision, they deserve to die again. This is the cycle of life in Malton. You're either worm food, or cannon fodder. Anyhow, I took her up on this offer and tightened my aim to include her.
And with that matter cleared, I got back to hunting Dawn Patrol and AZS again. HEMRAGE bled out. Nathan Arnold sucked on the floorboards. Dortho lost the game. Beef Ref bit the pavement. Eric Bessette was executed for crimes against zombies. Turns out he was a necrophilliac. I just figured in these enlightened times we live in there is simply no excuse for declaring one's self as "anti-zombie." And Calvin Duerkson became a corpse at my convenience.
At this point a fellow Rummer approached me about the state of Dawn Patrol's headquarters. After being painted in the blood of its residents several times over, it was still standing. Myself, DaTank and dipcup took the liberty of evicting some loiterers and condemning the building. That's 2 EHB pinatas for those keeping score at home.
And finally the bounty hunters caught on. I managed to catch some face to face time with brian mercat again.
At least kismet was smiling upon me again; she chose to place chosen 0ne in the way of my gun while I was shooting it.
And again, TheLostProphet
And finally, Zhou Cang:
He would have been the icing on the cake if he'd provided a more full picture of the event. However, he goes down on my list as just another hypocritical RG slave. I can't respect slaves, regardless of what chains they wear.
I was in need of some new hunting grounds. I said my goodbyes to conflict99 and headed off in search of some fresh meat.
I pondered hanging around Joachim and Lumber for a while. Survivors are pretty stingy with their needles over that way though. At least danceyman and Lihe provided some fleeting entertainment.
I don't think I'll be over this way for long. I might swing through Vinetown again. I have been called back to the south already. I only left it a few days ago. Well, I guess it's been nearly a week. And DORIS and Red Rum seem pretty adamant on keeping AZS and Dawn Patrol on the ground. There's also another mall tour simply chomping at the bit to devistate the entire south-central region of Malton. I'll wait for kismet to drop something in my lap before I decide to head back that way though. For now, I'm happy to go wherever the wind takes me.
