A Good Friday

Seeing as the entire south was now red, I decided to head back to Pitneybank to restock and figure out where to go next.

I saw froto around. I didn't get the chance to remind him that I didn't stalk him through the message board. Although, that may have been because someone spanked him for being a very naughty boy.



But more fun was had in Giddings


Later on I found Dirk Triggerfinger sleeping in "The Fortress of Prostitution's Gift Shoppe." I decided that I was fairly safe as Duke D'ouvre had passed on my kind regards to him. But rather than take my chances I said to him:
"Dirk! Lovely to see you again! I wanted to THANK you for your wonderful advice, even though I wasn't actually hiding, or sleeping, merely napping ;) You'll be glad to know that you didn't disturb my nap by much I'm sure!" Yawning and stretching I added,
"Well, I'm rather sleepy. I think I'll have to pass out here. I'm sure I can trust that you will be on your best behavior, Mister Triggerfinger. It'd be an awful shame to have to paint you with the same brush I paint the DEM."
He replied:
"Amber how nice to see you, as pleasant as ever. Pass my regards to Duke, I saw his work on the brainstock. I'm never one to shoot somebody so polite so feel free to sleep in any building I'm in, The Big Bickie that I am." I love a guy with a sense of humour. He added:
"Oh, and the Creedy defense force are not really our 'buddys' more along the line that after a year of fighting we decided to quit our war." And showed me this page. I slept heavily after that and upon waking I was sure to thank him.
"Wow I'm still alive! I absolutely will convey your greetings to the Duke. You're a true gentleman Mister Triggerfinger and I am glad to have met your acquaintance. I'll be sure to stop by and say hi again on my way back. Ciao bella!" I even blew him a kiss to him as I left.

I didn't get far before I found some injured humans to prey upon.



But the true crowning glory on my week, perhaps even my year laid in wait next door at Shadwick Police Department. I stocked up and wandered over to Reake Towers to sleep where I found even more injured people. I quickly contacted Duke D'oeuvre who wandered over and spent the night.

On the friday we rested up, partaking in scones and a little tea and later some lovely Red Rum. Before long we were bored with deep conversation over the treaties between a couple of groups of murderers and the upright citizens of Dulston. A brief argument ensued about different methods of anaesthesia which quickly turned to silence. Rather than dwell on our differences, we decided to team up and go next door and practice a little.

But he couldn't leave it be. "Miss Pain, I really must protest. Surely medical supplies are a much more effective method of anaesthesia than... biting bullets, or whatever your proposal is?"

And so...I showed him my methods.



A first hand demonstration there towards the end. I think it did him good. All this talk of treaties has softened him up. At least he was good enough to take some lovely photos. But really, I can't disagree totally with it. The more The Dead kill, the less I can kill. And I'm just starting to get a real hunger for it. I'm heading towards Dulston now to help out the alliance.

For posterity. That's 8 kills in case you were counting...I really need to make a list.

Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap

My what a blast I've been having in Pitneybank. The people here are simply fabulous and really know how to make a gal feel like a queen.

Where I left off I'd killed my dear friend Rebis scout and Matroskin. I didn't go far, in fact I think I only stepped over to Giddings' North East corner. Of course, I wasn't exactly hiding. So it's a fair cop that Matroskin found me, shot me and dumped my body outside. I waited probably only half an hour for a revive. My skin was still warm by the time the scientist stuck me with a needle and before too long I was back inside Giddings warm embrace. It was while I was restocking here that a friend dropped in to greet me on his way to the front line.

This time I had a little opportunity drop into my lap in the form of QStone. It is said that injured townies are like crack to those of my ilk. If so I have a rather bad habbit.



Of course, that's not to say I don't still enjoy it. Indeed, if it was purely business I wouldn't have thought twice about killing him and dumping him outside.



But curse my theatrics! A physician got to him just as I was landing the killing shot.



So, I shot him too.



And as predicted, the silly townie ran. Let that be a lesson to the goodie goodie mall rats. If someone is doing some shooting, run screaming. Much like this guy did. I have to admit, it made my day. Hazzard, if you're reading this, I've got you on my list now. Grab a phone and I'll gladly fill you in on the details of my whereabouts.

Didn't I tell you Pitneybank folks know how to treat a gal? Oh yeah, let's not forget about Dirk. I was actually restocking and preparing to head into Morrish once more when Dirk Triggerfinger, the scarey big bickie that he is, came by to give me a little friendly advice. I'm not sure what part of nihilism Dirk doesn't understand. Or maybe he thinks I really do care about life. In any case, his murder was negated in less than three minutes after I woke up dead. Hilarious no?

So with a little spring in my step I wandered back into Giddings, (yes, again!) and looked around for Dirk to tell him how amusing that little adventure had been. Alas, I didn't find him. However, I did find a little serial killer crack.



And I would have had my fix too...


If it wasn't for a couple of active townies. But, at least I got a free heal out of it. So I can't complain. As a matter of fact, I won't complain at all since I found an even larger stash of killer crack a mere moment later next door.

Ahh Kismet.

Truely she was smiling upon me this day.

I need to learn to take advantage of her more often.


And that, dear friends, makes two hat tricks and 23 people who have suddenly died near me.

I'm heading back south. As much as I'd love to stay in Pitneybank and show Dirk how much I appreciated his wisdom, it's time to do a little cleansing down there. The lovely people at DEM are hinting that they might support dirty tactics to stay alive whilst anarcho-terrorist zombie group, The Dead, a horde of goons who've suddenly spawned around 1500 members, eats Malton out of house and home. I'm sort of apathetic towards The Dead. Most of them are harmless. They're a big group of zombies. About half of Malton's population are zombies and has been for at least as long as I've been back here. Oh sure, maybe they're making it slightly harder for me to find new and interesting people to shoot, but on the plus side, I've just found a shitload of idiots to shoot. And after all, I'm not an elitist. I don't discriminate based on IQ. All are welcome to step in front of my shotgun, regardless of their mental capacity.

Anyhow, the more cowardly amoungst the DEM have been struggling to hold the south central part of Malton. The four largest zombie groups in the city, The Dead, The Militant Order of Barhah, The Big Bash and The Ridleybank Resistance Front are all hovering in the redzones just a little way north, west and east. I'm surprised that they haven't mearly run through the hordes to save the cities beyond. But like I said, they'd sooner play dirty than do something useful.

So, tomorrow they die.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory

I made it to Pitneybank a couple days back. Apologies to those who have been keeping track of this log and have been disappointed to find mere ramblings and reminiscence of a past I should have forgotten.

Let's see where did we leave off?

Ah yes! Deadhead17. I must commend the Necrotechnicians of Pegton for their speedy revival service. It was fast enough to lend Deadhead a couple hours to come and meet and greet me properly.



Good times. Fireman32 was kind enough to provide us with some proper Hors D'oeuvres and even expressed interest in assisting me. I can't imagine what I could possibly need assistance with...I suppose it would be nice to have a manservant around to take care of a few things. If you are still interested Fireman, I would suggest you bring your talented tongs up to Pitneybank. There's a hungry bunch of folks up here who are just dying to taste your wares.

Speaking of deliciousness, I finally found Duke D'oeuvre. In a cinema, in the dark. I sat down next to him. He was injured, bleeding heavily. He leaned over in the darkness and whispered, "Did you remember to bring the tea?" before passing out. Delirium had overtaken the poor man so I healed him up as much as I could before falling asleep while images of Carey Grant flickered across the screen.

When I awoke, I found a coyote had killed him. Unfortunate that it had to end that way. I'll find him again when he is revived.

The next day I had business to tend to.

Can't say as I took particular pleasure in killing Dirk Triggerfinger. I consider it a selfless act really, a public service. Well, that is if two people can be considered th' public. Of course, being a Creedy Guerilla Raider, a group that is awfully buddy buddy with Creedy Defence Force, I do take a little pleasure from injuring them by proxy.

I wandered back to a warehouse where I happened upon none other than THE Michael Corsair! Uncle Zeddie himself! I spoke softly as he seemed a little under the weather and healed him a little. After a little while, he was gone again! Alas, no autograph! No photos! I'm a bit ashamed of my groupie like behaviour as I was slightly overwhelmed and passed out on a crate. But I did get to drop him a line later on.

But it was back to business today with a very naughty Matroskin striking a deal with the wrong side of my shotgun.

What did he do again? Oh I don't remember. But whatever it was, rest assured, he deserved it.

And in the crowd I saw a few friends. Jay Kindle hobbled in. I thought he might do a bit of pink brain hunting. But he was in poor health so I patched him up a little and he wandered off to find somewhere to sleep.

But an even older friend stuck out in the crowd. I didn't make myself known immediately as we had parted in disagreement about a week earlier. But I couldn't help but give him a little taste of what I do.



I suppose I must have overwhelmed him with love. He is very dear to my heart.

And with all the death around me, I'm picking up some new skills. I've finally figured out how to revive someone from their undead state. Perhaps I'll go stick a needle in my old friend tomorrow. In fact, I think I'll rather enjoy that. He has quite an aversion to needles. Yes, I am evil. But you love it.