I'm part of a group of goons that are working to destroy the game, planning on killing every single human and demolishing every single source of revives and supplies across the entire map. Right now I'm working as a human to try and get some goddamn XP and run surveillance.
The plan is working, btw:
http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Suburb
Most of the city is in ruins, and all the survivors have massed in the south. We've got two multi-thousand hordes coming in from the east and west, planning to ruin everything.
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Cheezy, I thought that you were leaving.
Server's being a bitch, so I'm off.
They can't go more than a single page without a dick joke.“What am I even talking to you for?” Jim said to my back. “Guys, why are we acting like he’s in charge?”
Jennifer put up her hands, said, “Let’s not make this a dick measuring contest, guys.”
There was silence for a moment, then John said, “That’s good, because it wouldn’t be no contest at all.”
Silence again.
“That is, I’m referring to my cock being bigger than either of yours.”
Big Jim hesitated, then said, “Please. My cock’s cock is bigger than your cock.”
John retorted, “You don’t even exist. We’re all just a figment of my cock’s imagination.”
Jim let out a chuckle before he could stifle it, then pretended it was a cough.
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Ban Bunneh please.
So as I was saying, you forgot me F1'ing it!