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thearena2014-02-18 05:00 pm
paidinbeer) wrote in thearena2014-02-18 05:00 pm
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Who: Zombie Orc and You
What: Orc has died and his shambling undead rock monster corpse is looking for a meal.
Where: Anywhere in the arena.
When: The start of week five
Notes: Violence towards zombies, maybe some zombie on human action.
The creature that had been known as Orc was no stranger to hunger.
There was a time in his life where he never went hungry. Even the faintest growling in his gut could be cured by threatening some weaker boy for his lunch money and then using it to buy snacks. Or stealing candy bars from the local gas station.
The came the time of the FAYZ when there was never enough food to go around. He tried to fill the emptiness in his belly and in his heart with alcohol, but it was a poor substitute.
But this hunger was different. This was the hunger for life. For the flowing blood and vibrant pulsing flesh of a living creature.
They were all around him. So much faster then he was as he drug the extra weight of a boulder with his every heavy step.
He was a stone covered beast starving for human flesh. Slow but powerful and still full of anger that he could not understand.
Do you dare get too close?
What: Orc has died and his shambling undead rock monster corpse is looking for a meal.
Where: Anywhere in the arena.
When: The start of week five
Notes: Violence towards zombies, maybe some zombie on human action.
The creature that had been known as Orc was no stranger to hunger.
There was a time in his life where he never went hungry. Even the faintest growling in his gut could be cured by threatening some weaker boy for his lunch money and then using it to buy snacks. Or stealing candy bars from the local gas station.
The came the time of the FAYZ when there was never enough food to go around. He tried to fill the emptiness in his belly and in his heart with alcohol, but it was a poor substitute.
But this hunger was different. This was the hunger for life. For the flowing blood and vibrant pulsing flesh of a living creature.
They were all around him. So much faster then he was as he drug the extra weight of a boulder with his every heavy step.
He was a stone covered beast starving for human flesh. Slow but powerful and still full of anger that he could not understand.
Do you dare get too close?