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.

What the World Needs Now Is Love

Ahh what a night! Yesterday I had a lucid dream. But first, we should do a little catching up. I made it to Roftwood safe and sound. Found a nice little niche and even stalked some prey in the two hospitals there. Alas, the prey got away from me in St Ethelbert's Hospital as it was and probably still is under siege by a massive horde by the name of Ridleybank Resistance Front. This was quite exciting to watch. I even offered some help for the zombies at one point. They got a little fresh with me while I was trying to axe the barricades. So I went back inside.

Nothing happened for a day or so. I was starting to get kind of bored. Then I heard about some action happening at Hildebrand Mall. I had previously only passed through the mall some days back and decided it sounded like fun. So I hopped over and low and behold there were zombies inside! One of them tried to get me to join him at the food court. I escaped with another survivor by the name of Mike LeGrande, to the Wrench Hotel. Seconds later a zombie crashed through the barricades and swiped at me taking me to near death. I struggled through the pub's doors and fortunately there was a hospital next door to rest in.

Fortunately, I hadn't become infected which allowed me the strength to search for first aid kits. Mike then joined me in the hospital. I healed myself a couple times, then healed him a couple times and exhausted I collapsed on a couch in the waiting room. Some kind soul restored my health over night. If he or she is reading this, thank you.

But during my delirious state, I had a rather lucid dream. A serpent by the name of Duke D'oeuvre slithered out of a tree and stood before me as a man. He was dressed immaculately in a tri-quarter hat, a fine but tattered red coat with gold trimmings. Strangely, in spite of his title, he appeared to be a pirate. He whispered in my ear of things that caused me to become overwhelmed with desire. I would have swooned if I were not already taken with delirium. He offered me knowledge, power over others and scones. Graciously I accepted the scones, and sunk my teeth deep into the doughy and jam smeared bread. When I awoke I was compelled to move out of Roftwood. Strangely enough I headed north when I should have headed south. It mattered not. I found a fellow by the name of Jay Kindle sitting in the the Truell Museum. The mural was so lovely that he hardly noticed me. But I had the strangest feeling that I'd seen him before. It was only later on when I saw him again in Tollyton that I felt compelled to speak to him. I inivted him to call me so as we could have a nice drink together.

After a short nap in Tollyton I awoke with a clear head. A memory of the serpent whispering "Red Rum." I now feel compelled to seek this cryptic liquid out and discover where I've tasted it before. I'll be staying in Tollyton for a day or so before I move on. Something about this suburb seems to be rather enticing.