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who: andaateikaahrr, couldnotfly, O P E N
when: Night 1, near end of it.. cause, ya'rly.
where:In front of Undertaker's shop, in the area, proximity..
rating: Violent!
summary: o.O? Get back in your coffin, darling.
Undertaker has been keeping quite busy, oh yes he has, there is now three huge piles of zombies. Some he could burn (before the rain) and some he couldn't, but he saved for later. Thus far, the toll is thirty, something about the church, he figured, because they all seemed to gravitate to it, or maybe it was the graveyard that they were heading for.
Either way, he was not going to let them touch the church, let alone his precious graveyard in which so many of his treasured guests rest. No, absolutely not.
He stood with his shift mostly on his weapon, his dented shovel, and a finger tapping his chin. The rain was still indecisive, it poured, then showered, then seemed to clear up before it started to pour again. Interesting, as it was, that not even the weather could make up its bloody mind to the people of this Paradise. Either you're going to stay dead or walk around like you're alive.
Which, bloody Hell, is it!?
"Honestly.. you're making such waste of my time, the lot of you.." exasperated, the dear Undertaker sighed.
when: Night 1, near end of it.. cause, ya'rly.
where:In front of Undertaker's shop, in the area, proximity..
rating: Violent!
summary: o.O? Get back in your coffin, darling.
Undertaker has been keeping quite busy, oh yes he has, there is now three huge piles of zombies. Some he could burn (before the rain) and some he couldn't, but he saved for later. Thus far, the toll is thirty, something about the church, he figured, because they all seemed to gravitate to it, or maybe it was the graveyard that they were heading for.
Either way, he was not going to let them touch the church, let alone his precious graveyard in which so many of his treasured guests rest. No, absolutely not.
He stood with his shift mostly on his weapon, his dented shovel, and a finger tapping his chin. The rain was still indecisive, it poured, then showered, then seemed to clear up before it started to pour again. Interesting, as it was, that not even the weather could make up its bloody mind to the people of this Paradise. Either you're going to stay dead or walk around like you're alive.
Which, bloody Hell, is it!?
"Honestly.. you're making such waste of my time, the lot of you.." exasperated, the dear Undertaker sighed.