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Post by 23skidoo on Sept 8, 2007 9:13:16 GMT -5
Salvation, thy name is Gidding! After putting down my dictaphone and going toe to toe with the zombie scourge for the last week I find myself in the relative safety of Giddings. This place has seen some of the worst kind of bad since Malton fell and it's story is written literally all over it's walls in claw marks, bullet holes and blood. I've showered, found a new sports jacket and recharged my equiptment and now I'm ready to take the mike to Perryn. The radio's giving out mixed reports about the situation down there but when is anything clear in this god forsaken town. Even the vodka's starting to look a little murky. I'd like to say a final thanks to Ada and the McClouds gang. If any of you are passing one of their haunts be sure to pop in and say 'hi'. As they say around these parts, it's either Malton or The Walton's and I know where I'd rather be. Goodnight John Boy! And Goodnight out there to you all.
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