GL our challenge to see who gets the most zombie kills is still on!


-fluffs new to the island -err...hes not exactly how he came to be on this island...the last he remembers, he was dosing in a burnt out building, his body collapsing from exhaustion from his travels in the most hideous of hells. he spent his time hopping from building to building, healing whoever he found with first aid kits he looted from hospitals. he rarely touching the ground outside, for the land of malton was plagued with the wretched undead. by some unrecognized source, the corpses of the fallen rise indefinitely with little to stop them. although a seemingly semi-permanent cure has been synthesized, the dead seem to mount en masse regardless of said procedure.
so. how did he get to this tropical paradise?
who cares, no ghouls!

-fluffs a rather short fellow, about 5'5" or so. despite his stock photo, hes got long dirty brownish blonde hair that sticks up all over with a matching huge haggard beard. he wears a (once)black incredibly worn-in denim sleeveless vest with words and logos sewn on it. small metal studs cover nearly all, save the logos, of the vest. under the vest is a just-as-worn (also once)black tee shirt that might say 'population zero' but its barely legible, under the words is the grim reaper vomiting profusely. he dons skin-tight used-to-be black denim(admittedly its got spandex weaved in, jean fabric dont stretch like that) jeans. hes got on fourteen-eye doc marten boots, oxblood colored, which somehow, seem to be in pretty good shape, considering the rest of his gear. hes also got a pale green backpack he hauls around with him all the time, and a purple and pink scarf he found and thought was pretty rad.

-anyway, heres a tune about his travels;

fluffhead was a man
with a horrible disease
could not find no cure
wont you help him if you please?

fluff came to my door
askin me for change
his eyes were clear and pure
but his mind was so deranged

fluff went to a banker
askin for some bills
the banker said 'i aint got that,
but i sure got some powerful pills.'
(oh yeah!)
tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her
hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain
fortune hunter man beheaded her
fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her

rabid victim martyr stranded
level headed boy ya better bend
soon your luscious honey sugar
mellifluous life is gonna end

fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
babid victim martyr stranded
level headed boy ya better bend


-so yeah. it would seem ive become rather...err..addicted..to a certain fungus 'juice' that one can collect in caves...high up...in the mountains of the island. mountain? whatever. sucks though cuz theres some huge ass spiders in there. seriously, those things suck.
-if you find me and need some healing, just hang out, ill come to from my fungus funk eventually and help you out if i can.
-i recently was bit to death by a rat. it is shameful.
-look, im not a very violent guy, but i had to relinquish my peaceful flag because this a-hole 'zalor' wouldnt leave me be. so i defended myself. i dont regret it, but i swear, im not normally so violent. also, this pirate named droolbrood had killed me before too, i figured i already lost my flag from before, might as well exact a bit of revenge while im already labeled violent. seriously though, i try not to be so malicious.
-so ive cut back on the fungi juice, took up a job in derby helping out a local gym, the derby fencing club, which turned into the derby training facility. mostly ive stood around getting beat up while making and consuming alcohol. and singing horribly, seem to do that a lot.
-i dont know, man, hes been drinking a whole lot. he went and found himself a hangout spot east of york where the grassland met a river. he was farming brewing beer there for a while. till he got bored.
-fluff felt like the mountain called to him and he returned to the tunnels for a lot of fungi juice while he finished off the beers he crafted.
-then he went to derby for some reason, i forget, realized there was a lot of yeastweed so he hung around. some cannibal killed him and he ended up in wiksik for a similar reason to why he stayed in derby. once the trader ran out of yeastweed and shit to brew up, fluff returned to york. for a while.
-i dont remember when exactly, but fluff went to some native village kind of north of york on a booze run till he got killed.
-went to derby again, under confusing circumstances, somehow survived a mass-slaughter, then died under even more confusing conditions and ended up back in york.
-most recently fluff went on a courier mission, it was totally on the up-and-up. was pretty much a complete success.
-fluff dug potholes all over york looking for a stash of beers he swears he buried somewhere in town. he found a bunch of junk, some fruit but no brew.
-after some chick him for like the third time, he succumbed to the call of the mountains. particularly the tunnels. more particularly, the fungi. so hes gunna get him some.
-so fluffhead got himself a good amount of fungi juice, all drank by now, but in the never-ending hunt for booze, fluff found himself back in derby. while raiding the traders supply of beer, fluffhead made himself a friend, a young lady named vivianne.
-fluff got attacked and killed by some douchebag named william "willies" williams, and guessing "willie's alt" lamont. hes got no evidence that the two are actually unified spiritually, but it sure seems more than coincidental
-fluff grew a banana tree in the center of derby to brew more banana beer, taking advantage of the abundant yeastweeds in the area.
-while picking bananas in the heart of darkne--err derby, fluff was appointed sheriff of derby by doctor john simmons. he gave fluffhead a shiny badge and everything!
-hes shifted his beer operation closer to the hanged misfit, and has even been playing amateur bartender on the weekends.



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