<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:22:25.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie City</title><subtitle type='html'>Our combined experiences in Malton: we laugh together, we die together.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-114487604761901242</id><published>2006-04-12T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:07:27.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Blog</title><content type='html'>*With a slow, subtle swelling of earth the blog grave begins to shift and crack. Ground parts as the dead blog forces itself out of its earthen tomb, to rise and walk among the living blogs, and feast on their blog-brains*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clearly weakened from months of neglect, Life After 208 attracts Zombie City's attention through proximity and the familiar scent of all those who once posted on Zombie City's own hide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAAAAAAAANRGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*With a sudden burst of speed, Zombie City lurches forward, sickeningly breaking ties with the roots it was once intwined in. Pressing into Life After 208 with all its weight, Zombie City slowly collapses onto the weakened blog, sinking its teeth into Life After 208's soft, fleshy neck.  The feast is short and merciful, however; something ancient tells Zombie City that an army will be needed.  For this is not to be an isolated act of blog-violence, but a war.  A war on the very blogulution that spawned this hideous freak of a blog.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-114487604761901242?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/114487604761901242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=114487604761901242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/114487604761901242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/114487604761901242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2006/04/zombie-blog.html' title='Zombie Blog'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113449361431212945</id><published>2005-12-13T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:06:54.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horde is Almost Here</title><content type='html'>My medic, Stab n Jab has had lots to do lately.  He makes daily runs over to the PD to the west, and usually finds several survivors in need of his first aid kits.  El Matador and Gun Slinger are both great with their guns now, and spent the day loading up on an immense ammount of ammunition.  Tomorrow they're heading west to blast the shit out of some zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone in the mall is ready - stay active, get out and blast some zeds before they get a chance to reach the mall!  Long live the living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113449361431212945?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113449361431212945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113449361431212945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113449361431212945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113449361431212945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/12/horde-is-almost-here.html' title='The Horde is Almost Here'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113399850115113722</id><published>2005-12-07T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:35:02.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Emergency Broadcast System</title><content type='html'>It looks like we're gonna have a siege on our hands!  This is James Bond Jr, asking one and all who are able to come to Tynte Mall in Pimbank (Right-center part of the map).  There is a huge horde of zombies in the neighboring town of Ridleybank to the west, and they're getting closer every day.  It seems like they could be gunning for our mall.  Right now, we're only on a zombie watch, but if this turns into a zombie warning and the storm's coming, I'll definately let you all know.  But for now, come help if you can!  For now, this is James Bond Jr, saying goodnight, and god bless...oh, and throw down a cocktail for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113399850115113722?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113399850115113722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113399850115113722&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113399850115113722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113399850115113722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-emergency-broadcast-system.html' title='This is the Emergency Broadcast System'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113382328006444327</id><published>2005-12-05T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:54:41.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Pause</title><content type='html'>So Urban Dead continues to be insanely slow.  I only have four guys, and it's all I can do to get through them all in day.  It takes about an hour, and I tend to lose interest far before I finish even one of them at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big prolem I'm running into now is that my highest level guys are around 10, and have all the fighting skills they need, shopping, bargin hunting, barricading, freerunning, body building, etc, etc.  There's nothing else to do for the moment!  I could get all the fighters scientist skills, and all the scientists more fighter skills, but it's just dull - anything one of the groups is lacking I've already played with via the second pair.  Plus scientist skills (except for healing) have become all but useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see continuing the good fight if there was some organized resistance to be a part of, but at the moment my guys run around as individuals, and operate from complete safety anywhere withing walking distance of Bale Mall.  If the server were up and running perhaps I could journey to a fort, and try to take up residence there just for a change of scenery.  But the thought of a cross-city journey with the response times we see these days...  Not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these reasons, I have decided to use Bale Mall as my hybernation den.  Torrential Pain was the last one to arrive, pulling into town today.  (It took me about a half hour to get him there.)  My four brave warriors and scientists will await the day that news comes to the city of faster servers, or some new skill or event which draws our attention and we awake from our slumber.  Until then perhaps one man or another will awake from time to time to have a look around and search the nearest shop.  I will try to stay abreast of the issues revolving around Malton through this blog - keep me updated if anyhting happens which I should be a part of.  Be sure that my hatred of zombies will only grow during my slumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113382328006444327?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113382328006444327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113382328006444327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113382328006444327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113382328006444327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/12/zombie-pause.html' title='Zombie Pause'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113375673609427512</id><published>2005-12-04T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:25:36.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Latent Anger Between Humans</title><content type='html'>Somebody has spraypainted &lt;em&gt;James Bond Jr is gonna die.&lt;/em&gt; onto a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wake up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113375673609427512?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113375673609427512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113375673609427512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113375673609427512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113375673609427512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/12/such-latent-anger-between-humans.html' title='Such Latent Anger Between Humans'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113349152514526744</id><published>2005-12-01T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:46:04.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloooooooooooow</title><content type='html'>Grrr.  This server speed is really irritating.   I did a little "experiment" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In twenty moves, it took on average 23 seconds per move.  I admit the sample size is small, but I think it will be ok for this "experiment."  Now, this 23 seconds per turn is shocking to me.  Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 s/turn * 50 turns/player = 1150 s/player = 19 + 1/6 min/player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you like Marcus and myself, you have seven characters that you use.  This comes out to over 134 minutes, ignoring the time it takes to log in and out, buy skills, check the map, and, of course, update the zombie spreadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'm gonna have to drop some guys unless/until things speed up.  Not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have over two hours a day to play Urban Dead*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is a pathetic lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113349152514526744?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113349152514526744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113349152514526744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113349152514526744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113349152514526744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/12/sloooooooooooow.html' title='Sloooooooooooow'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113336869165596486</id><published>2005-11-30T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:38:12.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun Slinger: A One Man Army</title><content type='html'>Gun Slinger forgot to do anything yesterday, as he had just gotten an Xbox 360 and was playing with it.  Today, though, he awoke from his stupor and searched the hell out of a mall gun store.  Check out the arsenal (I didn't find all of this today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bottles of wine.&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of beer.&lt;br /&gt;Eight pistols, all loaded, with an extra clip.&lt;br /&gt;Eight shotguns, some loaded, some not.&lt;br /&gt;Four flak jackets.*&lt;br /&gt;A mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does it make sense for me to hold more than flak jacket? Do they run out at some point? Or should I just ditch the extras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113336869165596486?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113336869165596486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113336869165596486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113336869165596486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113336869165596486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/gun-slinger-one-man-army.html' title='Gun Slinger: A One Man Army'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113315094773680099</id><published>2005-11-27T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:14:11.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies attack Tot Lot, Dixon Elementary</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday Night. I was driving around Brookfield with good old O-Negative. With no Wipert in town, and the WB taking up Bram Stroker's basement space, we were left with no where to go. After an eventful tour of our friends' houses, we made one last stop, upon Polley's request. We went to the Tot Lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thick fog around Brookfield that night. This fog made it hard to see the Tot Lot. Brammer said to me, "I think I see someone on the swing." I couldn't quite make it out, so I turned on the brights to my mother's Highlander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did indeed see someone on the swing, but the intensely illuminated beams, sharply defined by the cloudy fog, also revealed dozens of people previously unseen in the darkness. Due to our prowess in identifying zombies, Brammer and I immediately knew we were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly backed out of our parking spot, but I couldn't leave yet. I had briefly replaced the Tegan &amp; Sara CD we were listening to with a Múm record. Realizing that my death was imminent, I threw in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If It Was You&lt;/span&gt; so I could listen to Sara ask me, "What's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with you?" a few more times before I would only appreciate the Quins for their delicious brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was shifting into drive, a hand smashed through Brammer's window. "Pat, you idiot", shouted Brammer, "Drive!" I floored it, thrusting the car forward. The recent snow fall combined with Brookfield's inability to timely shovel public parking lots transformed the Tot Lot's parking lot into an ice rink. The car spun out of control and into the creek that separates the Tot Lot and Pilgrim Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that the car was useless. We had to proceed on foot. We decided to go across the street to Dixon Elementary. Not only would it contribute to the nostalgia-driven night, but it was also the closest lootable location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I was distraught to learn that the entrances had been very heavily barricaded. Luckily for me, Brammer was already a step ahead. He went to Portraits on Pilgrim, and disappared inside. "Meet me at Dixon's North entrance," he instructed. Just as I got there, Brammer came out with a couple of baseball bats and a can of spraypaint. "Free running," he explained. "You should really think about leveling up soon, Pat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bats in hands, Brammer and I made our way to the Brookfield Police Department. We smashed a few zombies in the head, I got Free Running, and Brammer got Body Building. Imagine his guns before, and now increase those by twenty percent. It's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently in the Police Department, looking for guns and keeping up the barricade. If you care to join us, meet us at Brookfield Square. We'll be moving out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113315094773680099?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113315094773680099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113315094773680099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113315094773680099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113315094773680099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/zombies-attack-tot-lot-dixon.html' title='Zombies attack Tot Lot, Dixon Elementary'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113277358804622007</id><published>2005-11-23T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:27:13.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Joy in Wray Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Benjamin Gibbard made two interesting discoveries as he woke up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the same zombies that had attacked him the previous day were in the new safehouse he had found. Notice on the transcript below, Rotten Old Al (the zombie that almost killed me the previous day) says "BANNAMAN GABBARH," assumably zombie speak for Benjamin Gibbard. Other zombies also say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ban Gabbarh," obviously shortened to Ben Gibbard.  These jerks are out to get the hottest indie sweetheart in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, two of my safehousemates had an in depth conversation about the direction of Death Cab. As requested by Gertrude, here is the conversation in full (less flares going off and timestamps):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;ul type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said      "Hey Ben, can you guys make your next album more like Something About      Airplanes?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "Dude, I kinda liked Plans. Maybe it suffered a bit thematically, but the songs were solid. Overall it's on par with Transatlanticism, I think. And hey, are we gonna get another Postal Service at some point? That'd be cool." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "Plans and Transatlanticism WERE both good discs, but I think the band is gradually going downhill. The songs may be more complex musically and emotionally, but Songs and We Have the Facts both have an earnestness about them that the newer material lacks." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=114015"&gt;cromlich&lt;/a&gt; said      "Hammmmbrrgaz!!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=114015"&gt;cromlich&lt;/a&gt; said      "Hey guys! It's sort of chilly in here. Do you feel a draft? Did      someone leave the door open?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=49139"&gt;Taika&lt;/a&gt; said "I swear, real estate values in this area have gone to pot ever since these new residents started showing up. And petty crimes like break-ins are through the roof." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "Yes, but how does earnestness outweigh musicianship? Bargain bins are full of bands which deserve to be forgotten, no matter how earnest they are. Good bands become great by learning complexity and using it well." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "You can't expect them to try and keep their music in some kind of stylistic suspended animation, never experimenting or trying for more subtlety or even just trying to NOT go over ground they've already mined the hell out of. Am I right, Ben?"&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "You know who would like music to stay the same? Zombies. They don't like change. All they want is a beat they can dance to and brains to eat, and god forbid you ever try showing them something new or innovative. They don't want that." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=84360"&gt;Rotten Old Al&lt;/a&gt;      said "BANNAMAN GABBARH, B hra ZAMBAH!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=84312"&gt;A zombie&lt;/a&gt; attacked      you for 4 damage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The zombie's bite was &lt;b&gt;infected&lt;/b&gt;! (You'll now take 1HP damage for every action you take, except speaking. Infection can be cured with a First Aid Kit.)&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "Good call, Lewis. I'll agree that you shouldn't tread water. Ben and gang are doing that well. But complexity doesn't necessarily trump earnestness. Good music is good music." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "Bargain bins are also full of bands that--oh look, zombies---can play their instruments better than every other kid on the block, but still can't write songs. I agree than Ben and his pals do both well..but I dunno--I still find Plans sorta boring."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "Yeah, I'd agree with that. I'm just sayin' that I don't think DCFC's recent work really suffers in comparison to their earlier material."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "Plans doesn't have the thematic cohesiveness of their earlier albums, but its good songs are often GREAT, and its weakest tracks are (unlike some of their earliest missteps) still quite good." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "Huh, zombies. Well, let's ask THEM: hey zombies, d'you guys yearn for Death Cab for Cutie's older material, or are you pleased with their newest album?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "I don't think the band has a bad song at all, honestly. I just think their earlier material is more consistently good. The new stuff is *good*, but--to me--has a few lulls. A few songs that aren't bad enough to cut, but fill more like they're just *there*" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "And by fill, I meant feel. Geez, I'm still not used to actually talkin' here-- I've been making moaning sounds for too long. Anywho--DCFC. I guess different strokes for...and all that." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "Why, that one zombie is dancing! Look at him go! He's got incredible floorwork moves, man...did you see how he moved from the 6-step into the moonwalk? Nice." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=84360"&gt;Rotten Old Al&lt;/a&gt;      said "Ban Gabbarh ahz ahzahm! Ah grab ANAH Ban Gabbarh! Mmm      mmm!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "See, I don't know that I'd agree with that. Their older material has a few--ow! son of a bitch, I just got bitten--a few songs which were just ponderous and mopey and too similar to other songs of theirs. I find their new penchant for variety refreshing."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83742"&gt;Lewis Skinner&lt;/a&gt; said "They've always been able to just NAIL great songs on every album; what they're doing better these days is making those songs unique. Me, I dig it, a lot. ...and daaamn, that zed really can dance, can't he? It's like watchin' a music video or something."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said "Very good point. I can really see what you're saying, especially in regards to We Have the Facts. I still think Something... is their best disc (and probably always will), but they really did start making every track unique from the Photo Album on." &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said      "Even though they recycled a tune from the Stability EP for the new      album (tee hee!)" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=138877"&gt;Necroto&lt;/a&gt; said      "Rh ra!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=66652"&gt;Zombeef&lt;/a&gt; said      "Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Baran! Ah-ahhhhhh, ahh-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=55442"&gt;Gutrot&lt;/a&gt; said      "Bananarama!"&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=66652"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Zombeef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; said "Argh! Bananarama? Man."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=66652"&gt;Zombeef&lt;/a&gt; said      "Hambargarh! Hambargarh! Garh! Argh! Ha ha ha! Garh!"&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=262811"&gt;Chris Retnam&lt;/a&gt;      said "My brethren, let me help you!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=83369"&gt;Spleeneater&lt;/a&gt; said      "Haha babba!! zaanaarh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=66652"&gt;Zombeef&lt;/a&gt; said      "Zanababa! Banarang! Ha Ha Ha! Man ga Argh! Man ga Argh! Ha ha ha! Ba      ba ab, ba ba baran!"&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=33394"&gt;Joe Cotton&lt;/a&gt; said      "Hey, is that one singing? That's pretty-ow!---pretty cool."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=129346"&gt;Clint Stompheader&lt;/a&gt;      said "Hhhhhhhraah arrh ha? Ha ha, ha ha!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113277358804622007?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113277358804622007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113277358804622007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113277358804622007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113277358804622007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-joy-in-wray-heights.html' title='No Joy in Wray Heights'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113276835292291324</id><published>2005-11-23T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:52:32.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>So all those cell phones I'm carrying now might start being used to send text messages!  I vote we all stop using email / real phones / talking to each other, and resort to only text messaging each other via our urban dead cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in favor?  "YAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All opposed?  "GNARGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIES!!  (Hail of bullets, axes, DNA extractors, and revivification syringes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you clear the building of bodies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113276835292291324?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113276835292291324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113276835292291324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113276835292291324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113276835292291324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/cell-phones.html' title='Cell Phones'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113268265724910412</id><published>2005-11-22T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:04:17.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubbs the Zombie</title><content type='html'>Has anyone heard of this game?   (Looks at Hollywood, Brammer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about the soundtrack from an Atomic Records email.  In consists of all of your favorite indie heartthrob bands doing covers of 50's songs (Death Cab performs Earth Angel, for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you play as a zombie.  Bogus.  Nothing would make me happier than another medium to blast zombies in their stupid, rotten brains.  Regardless, I would probably play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stubbsthezombie.com/game.cfm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113268265724910412?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113268265724910412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113268265724910412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113268265724910412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113268265724910412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/stubbs-zombie.html' title='Stubbs the Zombie'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113261328982818294</id><published>2005-11-21T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:48:09.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Massacre at Caiger Mall</title><content type='html'>Van Harpen has decided that he is not going to wait abidedly while the zeds tried to take over Caiger Mall in Darvall Heights/Chudleyton.  So he went out with a thirst for blood (but not like a zombie) to the mall to cause some havoc.  However, when he arrived, he witnessed a ghastly sight.  In one square, there were 433 zombies, along with at 178 dead bodies! The area seems not even worth it right now.  I went there and tried to kill a zombie, and got attacked 7 times during the time it took me to hit a zombie once.  It was entirely overrun by zombies, all the humans had fled, except for one poor soul who was fighting with me.  Man, I hope he lives to fight another day....winterNTA2, good luck, and god speed.  I must say, my optimism has taken quite a blow.  If they wanted to, the zombies could just take out everyone, square by square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I for one am willing to fight back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us . We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. We will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win on that day of days, it will be because the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!" We're going to live on! We're going to survive!  FUCK THE ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113261328982818294?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113261328982818294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113261328982818294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113261328982818294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113261328982818294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/massacre-at-caiger-mall.html' title='Massacre at Caiger Mall'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113235753966244140</id><published>2005-11-18T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:45:39.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity!</title><content type='html'>18th November 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Electricity returns to Malton. The Krinks and Tolman power stations are still out of action, but a number of survivors have been seen carrying small petrol-powered generators through the ruined streets. Doctors with appropriate training are now able to take advantage of temporary hospital lighting and equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I guess it only helps with &lt;a href="http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Surgery"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt;, but I might have to find a cellphone in case they become useful soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113235753966244140?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113235753966244140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113235753966244140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113235753966244140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113235753966244140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/electricity.html' title='Electricity!'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113225330035941019</id><published>2005-11-17T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:01:39.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally Cry</title><content type='html'>Here it is, folks: a great battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caiger Mall, on the border between SE Chudleyton and SW Darvall Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;325+ zeds attacking the mall, hundreds of survivors inside.  They've sent representitives all over asking for help, I sent Gun Slinger there; he arrived today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of my other guys are near Bale Mall, on the border of East Boundwood and Yagoton - I'm going to check it out soon, and hopefully rebuild a safehouse for our crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE ZOMBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA HUMANITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113225330035941019?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113225330035941019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113225330035941019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113225330035941019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113225330035941019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/rally-cry.html' title='Rally Cry'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113218962429097073</id><published>2005-11-16T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:07:04.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still booing.</title><content type='html'>There's only one thing I hate more than last night's episode of Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking it's Saw II. I sure did hate that. Well at least right now I did. Before I thought Saw II was II Sawesome!  I've been oscilating between love and hate ever since we saw that at the Mash-Em-Up last weekend. As much as I hated that when I do in fact hate it, I don't hate it as much as Gilmore Girls last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole episode just seemed so erratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Danes has devoted his entire life to making Lorelai happy. He has changed who he is and what he likes based on being with Lorelai and making her happy. I found it very unbelievable that he was so upset by Christopher's phone call.  I did, however, let this one slide, because I coudl see how he could become over-protective very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Luke's a father subplot also really bugged me, and was more difficult to condone. All it provided was another quirky character and more unneeded drama. We deserve to see some happy Stars Hollowians after the drought of happiness.  I don't see this being a big problem unless, as suggested, Luke goes against his "no secrets" policy and doesn't tell Lorelai.  Then it would be a BIG problem.  A bigger problem than waking up in a Jigsaw-manufactured bear trap.  (Ok, that's a lie.  There are no problems bigger than that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory's job hunt also seemed really goofy to me. While it did show Rory's return to her determined and self-motivated self, it seemed a little too out there. It reaked of awkwardness.  Even Mootzger was uncomfortable during this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I did like in this episode was Emily's reaction to Rory (and Lorelai) leaving. Too bad no one cares about Emily.  I suppose I also liked the reunion, but it seemed so sudden and was trumped by my already-present disdain for the rest of the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, I hated it.  Despite how much I hated it, there's still one thing I hate more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/1600/zombies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/320/zombies.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113218962429097073?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113218962429097073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113218962429097073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113218962429097073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113218962429097073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-still-booing.html' title='I&apos;m still booing.'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113207130218145077</id><published>2005-11-15T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:15:02.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah-Wah-Wah, Gonna Have A Good Time</title><content type='html'>El Matador: Just completed an amazing kill on a zombie - his first axe-exclusive kill.  El Matador is now an axe man, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun Slinger: Killed a damn zombie today as well.  His pistol stats are maxed, next come the shotgun skills.  He's in a very strongly barricaded PD with tons of other survivors - a great situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torrential Pain: Having trouble with these new DNA extraction timers.  He is holding an axe, I'm going to get him hand-to-hand skills next.  He revived a zombie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stab n Jab: Still dead, but I did stumble across a Necro Tech building.  He is standing outside, in hopes of being revived, but he's just one of 22 in a mob of hopeful zeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113207130218145077?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113207130218145077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113207130218145077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113207130218145077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113207130218145077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/wah-wah-wah-gonna-have-good-time.html' title='Wah-Wah-Wah, Gonna Have A Good Time'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113202866630005735</id><published>2005-11-14T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:24:26.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She blinded me with science...</title><content type='html'>Drax checking in.  Walter Peck, a scientist, has proven to be my best character.  He is currently laying low in a Wykewood hospital.  It seems Wykewood is pretty quiet.  A lot of high level, skilled survivors here too.  Not many zombies.  I'm gonna keep racking up XP.  I've moved my dead guys to the surrounding areas in the hopes they might be resurrected.   When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113202866630005735?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113202866630005735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113202866630005735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113202866630005735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113202866630005735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-blinded-me-with-science.html' title='She blinded me with science...'/><author><name>RDrax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226642539549081077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113201214952593616</id><published>2005-11-14T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:49:09.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Ruined Everything!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys noticed yet, but they changed the times that zombies can be DNA-extracted again.  Now, every zombie has its own 24 hour clock, so instead of every zombie having a clean slate at around 6pm, it's just 24 hours after that zombie was last injected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you all think, but this is rediculous.  Now how in the hell do they expect me to be able to rack up almost 100 experience every day?  My scientists have just been screwed, since only one of three has any fighting skills whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way Pat, AntiZed may be staying in the same safehouse as Robert Logia.  If you are in Salsbury Museum in Osmondville, that is.  And if your character's name is that, and not Robert Loggia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113201214952593616?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113201214952593616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113201214952593616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113201214952593616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113201214952593616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/they-ruined-everything.html' title='They Ruined Everything!'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113167594054791314</id><published>2005-11-10T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:25:40.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you made of, Filouza?</title><content type='html'>My plan of standing outside a NecroTech building worked! Filouza has risen from the undead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I want that silly old thing when I could have this: Bmmm, Tsss!  Bmmm, Tsss!  BU, BU BU-BU BU!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113167594054791314?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113167594054791314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113167594054791314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113167594054791314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113167594054791314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-are-you-made-of-filouza.html' title='What are you made of, Filouza?'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113166885442998360</id><published>2005-11-10T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:27:34.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Zombification</title><content type='html'>If anyone needs a character revived, just come to Salisbury Museum in Osmondville (lower right suburbs).  I have one extra one, and am also next door to a NecroTech building, so I'd be happy to allow you to continue fighting the good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're zombie is a little far away and can't walk fast enough to get to Osmondville quickly, we can meet at some point in between)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love getting the upper hand on zombies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113166885442998360?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113166885442998360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113166885442998360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113166885442998360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113166885442998360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-zombification.html' title='The End of Zombification'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113165732776750555</id><published>2005-11-10T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:15:27.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE RETURNED</title><content type='html'>OLE, TO ONE AND ALL!  IT IS I!  EL MATADOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my harrowing experiences in the daze of being a zombie, I was revived by my companion Stab n Jab, and am now heading north, following him to find Filouza.  I awoke almost dead, and barely made it to a hospital where I could find a first-aid kit and heal the infection I had suffered.  I then found a well secured pub and drank myself blind to regain a few more HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113165732776750555?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113165732776750555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113165732776750555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113165732776750555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113165732776750555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-returned.html' title='I HAVE RETURNED'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113160551255641896</id><published>2005-11-10T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:51:52.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am crying as I write this.</title><content type='html'>I'm very upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character Filouza had an unbelievable successful day.  I leveled him up THREE times today (with XP I had originally accumulated to get axe skills) so he had all the scientist skills, and I had 2 NecroTech syringes in hand.  I only had enough AP to revivify one zombie.  I went outside of the NecroTech building  and revivifie&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d Phlem Hawker.  If I was a zombie waiting for revivification, I would go to a NecroTech building and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to thank me for giving him life, this guy comes back in the very strongly barricaded NecroTech building and kills me.  Wow.  That's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very discouraged.  Filouza was my prize fighter.  I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113160551255641896?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113160551255641896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113160551255641896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113160551255641896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113160551255641896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-crying-as-i-write-this.html' title='I am crying as I write this.'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113155046309810486</id><published>2005-11-09T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:34:23.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE safe hosue</title><content type='html'>My army private - "Gun Slinger" (dumbest name ever) is in Grogg Heights, and I hit the Blaxall Police Department for some ammo.  The place is quite strongly barricaded, clearly to let people in and out, because when I stepped inside, I found a mass of about fifty survivors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another PD just North-West of here, I haven't even been in there yet.  I'm going to stay here for a while and get some fighting skills.  I hope this group doesn't move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113155046309810486?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113155046309810486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113155046309810486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113155046309810486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113155046309810486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/huge-safe-hosue.html' title='HUGE safe hosue'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113150810794135076</id><published>2005-11-08T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:48:27.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fencehouse Is Still Alive And Kicking</title><content type='html'>And by kicking, I mean shooting zombies in their ugly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying in Vinetown, but feel like I can make&lt;br /&gt;the move to Gibsonton now that I have free running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to even be attacked by Zombies which I feel very fortunate about.&lt;br /&gt;The ZZZ, my fireman, was not so lucky.  He lasted about 48 hours before getting killed.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a few of us can revive people when we meet up in Gibsonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably head up there tomorrow.  Does anyone know of a heavily barricaded building up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fencehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hate zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113150810794135076?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113150810794135076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113150810794135076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113150810794135076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113150810794135076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/fencehouse-is-still-alive-and-kicking.html' title='Fencehouse Is Still Alive And Kicking'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113150559725511065</id><published>2005-11-08T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:09:26.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exp-Loggia-N!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/1600/loggia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/320/loggia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;patricimos was infected today! Luckily, he limped over to a hospital, and while bleeding through his eyes found a first aid kit. Not only that, but he zapped some zombie DNA before finding a safehouse. He's down to 26 HP, but he's UP to 156 XP, and he has an axe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Logia [sic], in an incredible battle, shot a zombie with a flare. When asked about the great achievement, he stated "10% chance, my ass." Not even the zombie's flak jacket could stop the zombie from exploding into a thousand little brain-craving pieces. Robert Logia sits with axe skills, DNA extraction skills, 130 XP, and full HP. A picture of Robert Logia showing off his flare gun can be seen to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my test account wasted a day stocking up on shotguns and pistol clips.  Tomorrow, he guarantees, he will kill a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the newest member, Filouza, has taken a break from composing beautiful march melodies, and zapped 48 zombies in the past 2 days for a total of 192 XP. Unsure of what to do, he is thinking of concentrating on revivifying zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where any of my dudes are. I think I'm going to solely concentrate on building them up. Once we get a bunch of strong characters we should meet up and plan some attacks, or form some alliances. It seems kind of worthless to have a bunch of mediocre players together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113150559725511065?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113150559725511065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113150559725511065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113150559725511065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113150559725511065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/exp-loggia-n.html' title='Exp-Loggia-N!'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113149730103744331</id><published>2005-11-08T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:48:21.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.....(speechless)</title><content type='html'>Jesus H Tap-Dancing Christ.  I just checked another one of my characters, James Bond Jr, and he has been revived as well!  This is ridiculous, but in a very good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113149730103744331?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113149730103744331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113149730103744331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149730103744331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149730103744331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/speechless.html' title='.....(speechless)'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113149632728610203</id><published>2005-11-08T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:32:07.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a turn of fortune</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of AntiZed's career went much like day 1, with another whopping 89 experience points.  He now has free running, and is currently in a building that is very heavily barricaded.  Looks like I found myself a hideout for the time being.  If anyone in the area would care to join me, I am in the Salsbury Museum in Osmondville.  You'll probably need free running as well.  Just step into the church to the upper left, which has its doors open, then jump into the Museum.  Looks like things are on the up and up for the first time in awhile.  Now these fucking zeds are gonna pay for killing all my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash!  Some random person injected my charcter Van Harpen with a syringe, so he is ALIVE! What wonderful news to wake up to.  Although he's still infected and has 12 HP, he's protected in a hospital with at least 30 other people.  Thank YOU good sumaritan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, spirits are on the up, zombies are going down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113149632728610203?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113149632728610203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113149632728610203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149632728610203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149632728610203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-turn-of-fortune.html' title='What a turn of fortune'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113149473210833472</id><published>2005-11-08T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:05:32.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeds must die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3094/311/1600/mach.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3094/311/400/mach.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YO, I am currently hold up in Pescodside.  I am a Nano Tech dude named TimCurry, he was the clown in IT, and he was in Clue. What are we doing?? Its Chaos around here.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113149473210833472?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113149473210833472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113149473210833472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149473210833472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113149473210833472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/zeds-must-die.html' title='Zeds must die'/><author><name>Lestranger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113146551153147046</id><published>2005-11-08T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:58:31.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet- ZOMBIES!</title><content type='html'>Crap, the safehouse is comprimised.  Torrential Pain awoke to find several zombies had smashed their way in, and had to flee.  He's currently in another building just north of there, but it's not very safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a large wave of zombies comming in from the north.  Any suggestions of a safer place to head to?  (Edge of the map?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DNA hunters need a place they can feel safe and secure - otherwise they don't eat well and suffer from low self-esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113146551153147046?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113146551153147046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113146551153147046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113146551153147046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113146551153147046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-sweet-zombies.html' title='Home Sweet- ZOMBIES!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113141325861483601</id><published>2005-11-07T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:27:38.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Report</title><content type='html'>Way back when, when I first tried out Urban Dead, I created a test account.  Since "Test Account" was already taken, I named it "My Test Account." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has been the only decent character I've had.  Today I was able to buy ADVANCED PISTOL TRAINING.  This dude has a 65% chance of dishing out 5 damage to those damn zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate searching for bullets, but It's kind of nice being able to kill zombies consistently.  God, I love killing zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricimos is my other big prospect.  He's got construction skills, and he's 3 DNA extractions away from getting some axe skills.  The main downside to DNA extraction, as far as I can tell, is that it's so nice to have in huge packs of zombies, that you actively seek these packs out.  I always get overzealous and leave about 10 AP to get away, which is usually not enough.  I'm being more conservative with Patricimos.  I hope to get him some axe skills so that I can avoid large packs and still level up regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final character, Robert Logia, is an axe-wielding, DNA-extracting machine.  He's currently in the middle of a heavily infested area, but he's strongly barricaded in.  Hopefully he'll make it until tomorrow.  I would love nothing more than to chop up some undead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113141325861483601?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113141325861483601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113141325861483601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113141325861483601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113141325861483601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/status-report_07.html' title='Status Report'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113140938770872578</id><published>2005-11-07T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:23:07.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Freedom from Zedness</title><content type='html'>Day one of of AntiZed, the zombie-curing apprentice, has been a success.  With 100 experience points in one day, he is well on his way to becoming a fully-fledged lifesaver.  I am now holed up in Mallows Towers in Osmondville, slowly making my way to the outskirts of the map for safety.  Should my next couple days be as successful, I'll be able to cure that nasty zed disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113140938770872578?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113140938770872578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113140938770872578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113140938770872578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113140938770872578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/operation-freedom-from-zedness.html' title='Operation Freedom from Zedness'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113140414610718225</id><published>2005-11-07T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:55:46.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>So, now that basically every one of my characters have been ambushed by roving zombie clans, I am going to create a character with which I will try to revive them.  Once I get the skills to do so, I will keep him as far away from zombies as possible, and he can hopefully be a zombie curing doctor-type-thing where everyone can come and restore their characters.  I don't know if this will work, but if it does, I will notify you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la resistance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113140414610718225?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113140414610718225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113140414610718225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113140414610718225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113140414610718225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/plan-b.html' title='Plan B'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113137702254422882</id><published>2005-11-07T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:24:21.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Both Stab n Jab and Torrential Pain have reached level three.  Both now know construction and free running, and they're holed up in nice, comfy safe houses, with hordes of zombies not too far away.  Things look promising for this star couple.  Stab n Jab is still considerably far west from Gibsonton, but Torrential Pain is already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our First Safehouse is Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yeatman Library in Gibsonton.  After looking at the map, and trying to find a building that is not already over-run, I have settled on the Yeatman Library.  It is close to three or four hospitals, and pretty close to two police depatments as well.  I'm not sure if there is a necrotech building in the vicinity, but hopefully one won't be necessary too often.  Finally, the Yeatman Library is pretty inconspicuous - almost surrounded by wasteland, and of no obvious value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torrential Pain is currently there, holding down the fort.  Also present are TheyKilledFritz, a level 18 military guy and SlyMonk, a level 2 private.  The building is only Strongly Barricaded, so we should all be able to get in.  I cannot fight, though, as I am but a Necrotech employee, so if any of you hard-ass marine types can get up here, it'd help the cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113137702254422882?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113137702254422882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113137702254422882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113137702254422882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113137702254422882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113123784133492717</id><published>2005-11-05T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:11:19.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA Extractors Survive, Fighters Die.</title><content type='html'>El Matador, my oldest and dearest friend in the fight against Zombies has perished.  Ambushed by a horde of the undead while he slept, the valient level 1 fighter is gone.  And after FINALLY FINDING SOME BULLETS.  He will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news, Stab n Jab and Torrential Pain, my two DNA extraction experts, are kicking ass.  Both leveled up today - Stab n Jab took construction, while Torrential Pain picked up free running.  It was awesome, both men ended up surrounded by zombies with only 10 AP left, and no safe houses near by, when I busted out and bought just the skills they needed to find safety.  I'm a bit concerned for Stab n Jab as he is alone in his safe house, and its only lightly barricaded, but I hope to return before night falls to shore up the defenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNA EXTRACTION IS THE CRAZE THAT'S SWEEPING THE NATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE "NO&lt;a href="http://spanishturtle.blogspot.com/"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; TO ZOMBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a Necrotech Syringe, so if anyone has a character they really want reborn, bring them to Gibsonton. (Perhaps I'll bring El Matador back to the living as well.) Also, I can create us a safe house now.  I'll try to find an awesome location, and let you guys know what I land upon.  Let's all get free running so we'll be able to really board that sucker up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113123784133492717?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113123784133492717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113123784133492717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113123784133492717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113123784133492717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/dna-extractors-survive-fighters-die.html' title='DNA Extractors Survive, Fighters Die.'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113119955637752665</id><published>2005-11-05T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:06:23.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three</title><content type='html'>Tonight, for research, two of my personalities (Doctor and Captain Giggles) bought and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;. Much was learned. Unfortunately, Zombie Giggles peaked out of the closet he was shoved into and learned even more than the others. He can now discern between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;, becoming gayly angry when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt; is played and smoothly angry during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;.  Let us hope he never hears Shakira and becomes whatever kind of angry is related to that hot "Whenever, Wherever" dance move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual Stati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. G: Running between the Cotty St. PD and St. Justin's Hospital (for supplies) in Dunell Hills. The PD was invaded by a level 32 zed today, but was taken out by others, leaving the good doctor to return on his path to becoming the best medic since Dr. Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. G: Up to level 2 and rising with a 55% pistol hit rate and more than enough ammo. The calm of Dartside isn't fulfilling his bloodlust, though, and it may be only a matter of time before he turns on his fellow men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie G:  Wandering the streets at level 2 and rising... and rising... and rising... from the grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113119955637752665?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113119955637752665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113119955637752665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113119955637752665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113119955637752665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/three.html' title='The Three'/><author><name>DoktorPeace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775812617145561600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HoeOIbLJct8/SON39CVS6UI/AAAAAAAAASw/74qygGbwmtE/S220/bloggiedoktorpeace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113117477486922785</id><published>2005-11-05T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:12:54.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 160 server hits? Not any more.</title><content type='html'>If you live in a house with other players or have like 16 guys out there (Pat) and are finding it hard to stay under the 160 hits on the server there is a way to work around it.  First go to &lt;a href="http://www.proxy4free.com/index.html"&gt;Proxy4Free&lt;/a&gt;.  Find a random proxy and add the IP and port in your web browser.  In Fire Fox go to tools, Options, Connection Settings, Manual Proxy Configurations, HTML Proxy.  I'm sure it's easy in other browsers.  Then Relaod urbandead and move your player to safty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work, just try another one (plus there is always the chance someone else has used the proxy with urban dead already today).  You'll probably want to remove it when you are done too - so the rest of your connection isn't tunneling through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out the &lt;a href="http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/The_Urban_Dead_Wiki:Community_Portal#Useful_Files"&gt;Fire Fox Extentions&lt;/a&gt;.  You can add a map of the neighborhood and the city right to the game play.  Should be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the computer nerdery I have for now - go kill some zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113117477486922785?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113117477486922785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113117477486922785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113117477486922785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113117477486922785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/only-160-server-hits-not-any-more.html' title='Only 160 server hits? Not any more.'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113116571642713663</id><published>2005-11-04T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:41:56.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its so Hard, to say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I am sad to say OliverPlatt died today after being assaulted in a heavily fortified tower in Peppardville.  I died with very little, and no home.  One day Oliver will find a home... eating your BRAINS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113116571642713663?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113116571642713663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113116571642713663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113116571642713663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113116571642713663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Its so Hard, to say Goodbye'/><author><name>Lestranger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113116225494953089</id><published>2005-11-04T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:44:14.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suggest staying on the outskirts of Gibsonton, as there is a huge zombie hoard to the east.  We need a safehouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold Stone out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113116225494953089?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113116225494953089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113116225494953089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113116225494953089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113116225494953089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-suggest-staying-on-outskirts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RDrax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226642539549081077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113111806763767127</id><published>2005-11-04T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:05:15.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Train Status Report</title><content type='html'>First off, Pat: When you get into Gibsonton, pick a building and build us a safehouse!  (I'd suggest an 'arms'.  It's got some good stuff to find inside, but isnt'a zombie-magnet like a police station or hospital.)  Once that's setup, let's congregate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EL MATADOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke to the sounds of battle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    *  A flare was fired 1 block to the west and 9 blocks to the north. (11-04 06:08 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * The zombie's bite was infected! (You'll now take 1HP damage for every action you take, except speaking. Infection can be cured with a First Aid Kit.) (11-04 10:20 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * A zombie attacked you for 4 damage. (11-04 10:20 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * A flare was fired 1 block to the west and 5 blocks to the north. (11-04 12:10 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * A zombie attacked you for 2 damage. (11-04 13:11 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * morfff said "kill all the zombies! barricade this mutha!" (11-04 14:23 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * A flare was fired 7 blocks to the west and 3 blocks to the north. (11-04 14:31 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;    * A zombie said "Graaaagh!" (11-04 14:31 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly took stock of my arsenal - only my stupid, worthless baseball bat.  Luckily I had a first aid kit, so I healed my infection first.  I stumbled out and ran south-east, into the heart of Gibsonton.  EVERY FUCKING SAFEHOUSE WAS HEAVILY BARRICADED.  I ran from door to door, no one would let me in.  Finally I found a bar which was strongly barricaded and got inside.  I searched ten times and only found wine.  I NEED A GOD D#*! GUN!  This is getting ridiculous.  Two?  Tree days now?  No guns, no offensive ability.  I've been sitting at 68 XP forEVER.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCKING ZOMBIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Torrential Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeding Pat's advice, I'm going to stay in my nice, comfy safe house full of healers until this evening.  Once all the DNA extractions reset I'll set out and stick some zeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zombies Equal Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taps plays solemnly in the distance*&lt;br /&gt;We gather here today to mourn the loss of our young, simple friend; Zombies Equal Fire.  He was but a fireman with his axe gleaming in the sun, swing at bastard zombies faster than a fire consumes a baby crib.  But alas, he awoke in this city surrounded by a firehose of zombies.  He will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113111806763767127?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113111806763767127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113111806763767127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113111806763767127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113111806763767127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/d-train-status-report.html' title='D-Train Status Report'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113108533800424085</id><published>2005-11-03T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:22:18.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Down 100,000 To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=234298"&gt;Fencehouse&lt;/a&gt; started heading north-west to meet up with Port Smellden in Vinetown.  I had 2 loaded pistols, 2 clips,  2 flare guns and a fire axe.  I saw a lone zombie and some unfortunate man outside a building south of me.  I needed to help out.  I shot my pistol at him - a hit.  He was down to 30.  I shot both flares, but not being as experienced with them missed.  Going back to what works I shot him 6 more and killed that fucker.  Continuing on to Vinetown I found a police station and wanted to find some more ammo.  With over 20 survivors there and heavily barricaded I decided to stay there the night.  With my last AP I reloaded my pistol, ready for the next zed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Port Smellden and I continue on our way to Gibsonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113108533800424085?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113108533800424085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113108533800424085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113108533800424085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113108533800424085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-down-100000-to-go.html' title='1 Down 100,000 To Go'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113107458260984229</id><published>2005-11-03T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:23:02.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/1600/RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/43/400/RIP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113107458260984229?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113107458260984229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113107458260984229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107458260984229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107458260984229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113107213242626583</id><published>2005-11-03T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:42:12.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold Stone Status Report</title><content type='html'>The Drax has grown bored of Arvid Engen's antics in Crowbank.  Pvt. Harold Stone has fared better, he and his experience points have arrived in Gibsonton (Club Popham).  He awaits word of the safe house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold Stone out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113107213242626583?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113107213242626583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113107213242626583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107213242626583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107213242626583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/harold-stone-status-report.html' title='Harold Stone Status Report'/><author><name>RDrax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226642539549081077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113107060061794134</id><published>2005-11-03T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:16:40.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squad D-Train Status Report</title><content type='html'>First off, Pat!  You are kicking so much ass - I'm humbled by your ammount of ass-kicking.  If you're having such huge success with DNA scanning, don't even worry about getting weapon skills for a while yet, get that free-running.  My guys had a pretty damn rough evening here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MATADOR: My private, he just wasted his entier 14 AP he'd accumulated searching a fire station for an axe and found NOTHING.  Damn you, probability!  This is BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIES EQUAL FIRE: Did a decen job of zombie chopping - hit one (full AP, moved on), killed a second, but I'm just entering the huge-ass zombie army, and every single building has been torn to pieces.  There is nowhere to hide.  I collapsed in the middle of the street- I'm pretty sure I will die tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORRENTIAL PAIN: My Necrotech employee.  I got a few DNA samples, but also fell asleep.  I'm not sure how safe I am at the moment.  I'm concerned for my safety, I seem promising, and I don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, EL MATADOR has stalled out.  The dude has been trying to find a mother effing axe for like 35 AP now with no luck.  I'm considering just waiting to get a full AP load, then finding some guns and just focusing on guns with him.  ZOMBIES EQUAL FIRE seems to be on the short route to zed-town.  And TORRENTIAL PAIN still shows promise - hopefully he'll find a decent number of zombies tomorrow to stab with his stabber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113107060061794134?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113107060061794134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113107060061794134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107060061794134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113107060061794134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/squad-d-train-status-report.html' title='Squad D-Train Status Report'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113106931669619852</id><published>2005-11-03T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:55:16.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Johan Cruyff, ready and waiting to inject</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Johan Cruyff, a renegade lab assistant, has escaped the zed cluches and is now on an injecting binge.  He is now resting in Scarletwood, 3 towns southwest of Vinetown, almost surrounded by zombies.  I'll  try to meet up with you others ASAP in Gibsonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm really enjoying the lab assistant profession, since all you have to do is inject and then move on during the next turn.  It definately is the profession for traveling and gaining levels at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll find out how Johan lasts over night, maybe I'll check on him really late in the night.  I'm starting to get parinoid about my characters being mobbed while i'm asleep.  Or maybe that was just the dream i was having last night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113106931669619852?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113106931669619852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113106931669619852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106931669619852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106931669619852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/johan-cruyff-ready-and-waiting-to.html' title='Johan Cruyff, ready and waiting to inject'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113106584929764672</id><published>2005-11-03T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:00:56.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P Arty Status Report</title><content type='html'>P Arty Gained another 100 XP today. I think I'm gonna save up 150 and get free running, as I nearly died today without it. With my last 2 AP I got in a building and created a barricade. I do not feel safe, and I will probably come back in a couple hours and build up the barricade some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that DNA extraction does not tell you Zombie HP, which is a bummer. It just tells which class they are and when they died. Not all that useful, after all. It's still a great way to get XP. If you go out at 6:30, or so, you're guaranteed at least 50 XP a day, as long as you can find some zeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn that it only costs 75 XP to be able to use NacroTech equipment, and if you can find some syringes, that's all you need to revive the dead. This should be a useful talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it any closer to Gibsonton, unfortunately. I found a pack of 19 zombies in one square, and got 18 extractions out of them. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll try and get free running, and start to head to Gibsonton, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone else doing?  Let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay alive, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Arty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113106584929764672?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113106584929764672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113106584929764672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106584929764672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106584929764672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/p-arty-status-report.html' title='P Arty Status Report'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113106096722234855</id><published>2005-11-03T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:36:07.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SHOCK</title><content type='html'>I woke up and checked Ethan Lost, and he is DEAD.  12 zombies attacked him during the night.  I know because they were STILL THERE when i logged back in.  I'm speechless right now... it's a good thing James Bond Jr. is still alive, as well as a currently unknown character that will be started tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113106096722234855?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113106096722234855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113106096722234855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106096722234855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113106096722234855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-shock.html' title='IN SHOCK'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113105708367658270</id><published>2005-11-03T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:31:23.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full-Sized Zombies For Sale</title><content type='html'>This site is selling, "Life-Size semi poseable Zombies with metal armature."  There are several varieties, all for under $500!  What a deal!  We could buy several dozen and play zombie chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mypetzombies.com/"&gt;http://www.mypetzombies.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113105708367658270?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113105708367658270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113105708367658270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113105708367658270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113105708367658270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/full-sized-zombies-for-sale.html' title='Full-Sized Zombies For Sale'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113104025017756394</id><published>2005-11-03T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:50:50.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrential Pain In The House</title><content type='html'>I have created &lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=237761"&gt;Torrential Pain&lt;/a&gt;, my NecroTech Employee.  I've been running around searching and stabbing zombies with my DNA extractor for the first day - I got 20 XP, not bad.  It would have been more, but many zombies had already been stuck.  I'll have to do this earlier tomorrow.  I'm currently in Pashenton, very close to Gibsonton, so my two dudes are both near the meet-up point.  I'll decide which is best in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113104025017756394?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113104025017756394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113104025017756394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113104025017756394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113104025017756394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/torrential-pain-in-house.html' title='Torrential Pain In The House'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113103862311364346</id><published>2005-11-03T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:23:43.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright P Arty, let's do this.</title><content type='html'>Brothers and sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gather here today to mourn the loss of three great men, who lived their lives for no other purpose than to kill zombies.  Well, not Goose Fraba - he was a worthless scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These noble gentlemen decided to take their own lives by jumping out of buildings, rather than feed the evil zombies, contributing to their XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goose Fraba, a citizen of Gibsonton and a lowly scout, was found this morning outside of the The Goulding Building.  While he was found with three wirecutters in his possesion, cause of death was determined to be head trauma caused by the high-force fall to the ground.  Rumors are that his last words were, "Stay alive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaba Haba, a citizen of Osmondville was found in similar condition, but with an empty pistol.  Before taking his life in such a noble fashion, Mr. Haba emptied his last two clips at a horde of zombies, just to try and weaken them.  His loyalty will not be forgotten.  Rumors are that his last words were, "Stay alive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahayden, a citizen of Wray Heights was seen by three fellow safehouse occupants this morning, as he flung himself from the fifth story of the Pincott Building.  After dropping all of his supplies for the fellow resistors to use, he proclaimed his hatred for zombies, and of course said "Stay alive!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will all be missed, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of flowers, the three fallen heroes have requested donations be made to the Haydenism Foundation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113103862311364346?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113103862311364346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113103862311364346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113103862311364346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113103862311364346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/alright-p-arty-lets-do-this.html' title='Alright P Arty, let&apos;s do this.'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113103148212374144</id><published>2005-11-03T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:25:44.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Waste of  a Day</title><content type='html'>I awoke in my kick-ass safe house (complete with Goose Fraba), only to find someone had heavily barricaded it, so I couldn't get back in. (I could get back in if I had free running, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside, and expended a clip-and-a-half of pistol ammo, two shotgun shells, and like twenty baseball bat swings at a lone zombie and didn't kill the f'er. (He was at 50 HP when I started, but still!) I barely found my way to a local fire station to collapse in.  I'm completely out of ammo, and only have my near-useless bat to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to search here until I find an axe - the ammo hunting game is not paying off for me thus far, and I'll need it as a backup at least.  I need a better way of building XP too - DNA sampling may not be so useless afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me how you level up - do you level up every time you buy a skill?  Or every time you hit a certian XP level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=231626"&gt;El Matador&lt;/a&gt; Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113103148212374144?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113103148212374144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113103148212374144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113103148212374144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113103148212374144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-waste-of-day.html' title='What a Waste of  a Day'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113100015016890517</id><published>2005-11-03T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:04:15.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=142465"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D Seah said "Theyre inside and the walls are down. Shit!" &lt;i class="ls"&gt;(11-03 00:40 GMT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=103924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A zombie said "Graaaagh!" &lt;i class="ls"&gt;(11-03 01:10 GMT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=186221"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tj mcbride said "someone kill these zombies before they kill us!!!!" &lt;i class="ls"&gt;(11-03 01:39 GMT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I love this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status report: I have chosen a character, of the several I was "test driving."  I will be P Arty.  I have levelled up, and I can now build barricades.  My DNA extraction skills are finely tuned, and I am ready to team up with some eager-to-kill privates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current location: zombie-infested Galbraith hills.  It's nice to be able to build your own safehouse in a dangerous location.  I'll be heading to Gibsonton in the next couple of days.  If I go through any more thick packs of zombies, I'll try and level up again.  Any suggestions on what skill to get next?  I'm thinking axe skills.  They're not as effective as guns, but you don't have to waste entire days looking for ammo.  Combining DNA extraction skills and some sort of attack seems like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=237094"&gt;P Arty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Everyone leave the link to your "profile" in a comment, so we can add eachother to our contact lists.   I don't know if there's any benefit to this, but it couldn't hurt.  Also, we need a name for our resistance.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113100015016890517?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113100015016890517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113100015016890517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113100015016890517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113100015016890517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/status-report.html' title='Status Report'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113097829798236786</id><published>2005-11-02T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:38:17.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ethan Lost" is anything but...</title><content type='html'>Currently done gun-slinging with some crazy zed, racked up about 30-some experience points in my first day of action. However, I didn't kill him, so he did me in for about 16 hit points. Just goes to show you how back stabbing these zombies are. I was just trying to put him out of his misery, and then he goes and tries to take my life. Advice: Never Trust A Zombie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm currently in Mockridge Heights, 4 towns directly west of Vinetown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could give my left leg in order to have another 50 moves every day, it would be so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA HUMANS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113097829798236786?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113097829798236786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113097829798236786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113097829798236786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113097829798236786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/ethan-lost-is-anything-but_02.html' title='&quot;Ethan Lost&quot; is anything but...'/><author><name>V.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872906306331347999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113096771790859194</id><published>2005-11-02T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:41:57.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call</title><content type='html'>Yaba haba from Vinetown here.  There are zombies everywhere.  I barely found a building that was barracaded.  I think we may want to pick a new meeting point.  Vinetown is full of zeds (hahaha...I love that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone?  I think we should pick a new centralized point to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113096771790859194?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113096771790859194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113096771790859194&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113096771790859194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113096771790859194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/close-call.html' title='Close call'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113094509087196836</id><published>2005-11-02T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:10:44.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El Matador Status Report</title><content type='html'>I had a good morning, I'm all the way down in Slanterville, recouping in Heckworthy Towers.  I got one good shot in on a damn zombie on the way, but couldn't kill him before running out of AP, so &lt;a href="http://spanishturtle.blogspot.com/"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; had to retreat inside.  I also found a second pistol in a police department on my way down.  Tomorrow I'll be able to run and gun, without having to stop and search for supplies, I think.  I'm hoping that I'll be in Vine Town in just two days.  Stay alive!  (Cuz I hate those damn zombies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendrax &amp; Wipert - join up.  Comment with your current email addresses so we can send you an invite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113094509087196836?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113094509087196836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113094509087196836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113094509087196836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113094509087196836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-matador-status-report.html' title='El Matador Status Report'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113088587218310531</id><published>2005-11-01T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:57:52.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seems Hard to Move and Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1279/1600/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/1279/400/zombie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still level one (thirty XP), and it's all I can do to pop my head out, take a few shots at some damn zombies, and keep myself armed. (I want to find an Axe to have in reserve). Pat, what do you say to meeting up somewhere near where we are now and fighting for a couple of days so we can get you some gun skills and me free running?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113088587218310531?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113088587218310531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113088587218310531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113088587218310531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113088587218310531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-seems-hard-to-move-and-fight.html' title='It Seems Hard to Move and Fight'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113086699977926539</id><published>2005-11-01T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:43:23.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Fraba Status Report</title><content type='html'>Status: I am currently holed up in the Oram Walk Police Department in Gibsonton, waiting for HDR. I have assembled a pretty good assortment of weapons, but being a Scout I can't effectively use them. Life as a Scout is rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering switching to another character I made, named Yaba Haba. Yaba Haba is currently in the Vinetown Cathedral, with no idea where Wipert's Oliver Platt is. Yaba Haba is a private, so with him I could actually kill a zombie. I think I'll take the trek with HDR and then from there I'll probably sacrifice one to the zombies (probably the scout, as he's kind of worthless).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113086699977926539?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113086699977926539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113086699977926539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113086699977926539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113086699977926539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/goose-fraba-status-report.html' title='Goose Fraba Status Report'/><author><name>P. Arty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jbLj2WCgFWsYoM:http://static.flickr.com/90/273748709_643cdb219c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18531146.post-113086240770216299</id><published>2005-11-01T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:50:29.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Close Call</title><content type='html'>I entered Malton this morning to find that I had been attacked by zombies and infected during the night.  The room was still occupied by three damn zombies, so I booked like hell out of the building I had been in, and found a hospital.  There I found a couple of first aid kits, and was able to heal my infection.  I then visited a local bar and hit paydirt!  A shotgun (only two shells), a baseball bat, two bottles of beer, and a bottle of wine.  Being pretty well stocked I headed South-East, towards Pat, and just barely found a well barricaded building full of military personel to collapse in.  My very last AP was spent saying hello to my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT POSITION: The Stewkely Arms in Western Pashenton&lt;br /&gt;HEADDING: South-East to meet Pat in Gibsonton&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIES: Hate 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18531146-113086240770216299?l=zombiecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/feeds/113086240770216299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18531146&amp;postID=113086240770216299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113086240770216299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18531146/posts/default/113086240770216299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombiecity.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-close-call.html' title='My First Close Call'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330306713067121465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.disturbingauctions.com/gfx/ass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
