Post by iamrisen on Nov 27, 2006 15:46:56 GMT -5
I'm IamRisen, the most friendliest, pro-human, non-PKing or GKing guy you'll ever meet. Unfortunately, my reputation has been sullied by greivous libel and slander, and no matter where I go, I am met with catcalls of "GKer!" and "Zombie Spy!" and "Hey! That's IamRisen! I've heard of him! Watch me kill him, guys! Hooray! I killed IamRisen!" and occasionally, "There, that's the last revive of the day."
Following standard procedures, you press the syringe into the back of the zombie's neck and pump the glittering serum into its brain and spinal cord.
There is a thin pneumatic hiss, and the zombie staggers forward, limbs shuddering, before slumping to the floor as if dead. IamRisen's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.
"Oh, FUCK."
I'm currently in Shearbank, helping to hold back the Shacknews tide. Unfortunately, my good name has once again been attacked, as I am currently being hunted for the crime of nearly-simultaneously destroying the generators in every NT building, Mall square, Factory, Warehouse, and Auto Repair shop in Shearbank. A crime, needless to say, of which I proclaim my innocence.
Hooray survivors!
Following standard procedures, you press the syringe into the back of the zombie's neck and pump the glittering serum into its brain and spinal cord.
There is a thin pneumatic hiss, and the zombie staggers forward, limbs shuddering, before slumping to the floor as if dead. IamRisen's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.
"Oh, FUCK."
I'm currently in Shearbank, helping to hold back the Shacknews tide. Unfortunately, my good name has once again been attacked, as I am currently being hunted for the crime of nearly-simultaneously destroying the generators in every NT building, Mall square, Factory, Warehouse, and Auto Repair shop in Shearbank. A crime, needless to say, of which I proclaim my innocence.
Hooray survivors!