This.
Is.
Hell.
The Survivors on the Northern Beach have missing limbs, dented heads, broken bones, and theres blood all over.'
Brewster just collapsed from Pain, before Slowpoke drove off the three Zombies ravaging Him.
His...
Ability to grasp has been lost.
Bluesproto is dead.
Cain is dead.
And...
And General Brewster is Dead.
He fought so valiently by the shore, then a wave washed over. And one of them ravaged His poor broken body.
A Stray Cow Calf Abominable Smoke Zombie kicked His Skull in, whilst He was unconscious from pain.
Im sorry!
xczxc has been struck down by a child warrior.
This isnt going to end, is it.
Please, everybody, just get inside the mother fucking Fortress.
Galenevil, Me, and Vodrilus are the only ones left ou... Wait a second...
Fishybang is an abominable smoke zombie.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Chilton.
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My Name is Alkire.
And I have been appointed Mayor, given the death of Chilton.
The poor old man fought to the death, and slew nearly six of the things in His desire for survival.
I knew little about Him, but it matters not, now.
I am sealing the Entrance.
Chilton was too fucking quaint to lock the other survivors outside.
He was committed to saving them.
To My Knowledge, Galenevil and a bunch of Soldiers on the Northern Shore are all thats out there.
They can wait for Us to regroup, and come to save them.
I was out there Myself, on that shore.
I fought, and survived.
And I dont want the hell thats out there, to get in here.
Ever.
Chilton tried to build a Nobles area.
Hmph.
This shall be My Office.
Migrants.
Fan fucking tastic.
Most of them are already maimed or dead.
When next an armed Caravan passes by, I shall rally a Militia to fight alongside them.
Until then...
Oh Vodrilus.
Very few people are inside the Fort.
We need to stabilise things out there. This is hell, and its only getting worse by the day.
Im beginning to see why Chilton was concerned before He went and got Himself killed.
Fuck, fuckity, fuckers, fucking, fucked, fuck.
You know what?
Ive had enough of this.
Ive had enough of all of You fucking worthless degenerates.
ENOUGH.
YOU WILL ALL FUCKING DIE!
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Hi! Im Cyriacus! Im the Mayor now!
Because I damn well said so, dammit.
Anyway. Im going with the troops to fight the Monster, and that asshole Alkire!
Im not sure whats more dangerous.
The Monster, or Alkire.
The Paper Pusher is also dead.
And Uvash the Baby
And Urvad the Chil... GET ALKIRE. Hes on a RAMPAGE.
Alkire killed a Recruit, then collapsed in pain.
He isnt dead yet, but now the best is here.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Cyriacus.
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I am Dementyev.
Lets kill this fucker!
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Dementyev
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Im Spencer.
To Battle!
Its dead.
But its blood, has poisoned us.
My Skin... Its Blistering.
And peeling away.
Help.
Us.
PLEASE.
We need more people inside, or We. Are. Dead.
I have reopened the Entrance.
Alkire was just killed.
Now to hope some of those Migrants are alive out there.
It isnt looking likely.
People are dieing of thirst.
And theres barely enough people inside to do anything.
Armok save Us.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Spencer
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My Name i... Fuck it, Ive already gone Berserk.
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My name is Tolins!
Lets try and desperately survive!
Everything has ground to a halt.
We just killed a random Trog that somehow got in.
Panopticon is throwing tantrums.
Berserkers have charged outside to kill things for no reason.
Someone out there is trying to kill someone to make something out of their skin.
People are dehydrating.
SEND HELP.
Galenevil is dead.
So much death.
Noone is coming in. The Migrants outside are all being torn up and beaten by the Zombies.
Even a puppy has gone missing now.
Id send a call to arms, and Wed fight the Zombies. But its too late for that.
We are too few.
I cant wait to be unelected.
Its only Late Autumn.
I just received some terrible news.
The Survivors on the Northern Shore are all dead.
Wiped out overnight.
Oh Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Slowpoke is dead, crushed and burnt by the Beast.
Rest in Pieces.
Its dead.
But at the cost of a brave man.
Is it Spring yet.
Nope. Not even Winter.
A Ghost has somehow battered someone, someone was bled out by the Zombies, and We barely have enough Food being made.
The Outpost Liason has arrived.
Rest in Peace.
A Snatcher.
A Fuckin Snatcher.
WASNT THIS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH.
Now Goblins are breathing down our necks.
Five, so far.
The Soldiers with the Caravan are being Pommeled.
The Child Bembul has been Kidnapped.
Wasnt He the son of Brewster?
And now more of that smoke is drifting by.
Right where the armed Caravan is.
Its a fucking infestation out there, and its getting worse.
WINTER!
YES!
I get a BREAK.