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Post by Niche on Jun 11, 2010 20:25:55 GMT
Welcome to central North Blythville.
You'll find maintaining residence so close to The Hebditch Building to be pure folly... and worse than that is actually leaving us a Scent to follow back to your hideout (points at Nervous Rex).
That said, we'll enjoy chomping on you as much as the last survivor group to come around thinking they're going to fix up Hebditch.
They were actually completely boring and we sent them packing.
I don't have a pint to leave you... cuz we drank them all the first time we smashed the pubs... so cheers mates.
-Niche
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Post by mick on Jun 11, 2010 20:49:14 GMT
Ah, thanks for the welcome (teeth and all apparently) and the implied threats. It very nearly reminds me of the battles I part took in with the RRF. Just they were truly terrifying and I have yet to see a Zombie group of any kind even remotely show the brutal, tactical, and locust-like spirit the mighty RRF showed.
We're simply making a... playful raid I suppose. And trying to collect as many of your Rotter heads as we can. All in good fun, of course.
And we brought our own liquids with us, your North Blythville drink is... rather disappointing and down right bland.
Kisses and shells, Niche. -Fightin'Mick, Sergeant At Arms', The Zeally's
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Post by Aunty on Jun 12, 2010 20:06:20 GMT
Haha hello mister Niche. Or zambah Niche, probably more appropriate.
I have to say it is our mutual pleasure to make your acquaintance, and to hug each other around Hebditch. I am very sorry that the previous group you met was boring like a scooped out shell... Regarding the beverage side, as Mick said we're ourselves in the brewing business, hence are always carrying enough liquid not to find ourselves dehydrated.
Well, we shall kiss each other in game soon anyway!
Aunty.
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