#survivorstuckau

scottieMobster [SM] is now an online chum

here you are, yet again. you really needed to find something better to do than goof around on this little chat sight with this nimrods, but until all the fun stuff you were used to were up and running again, well, looks like you were just going to have to make due.

GT: I MET SOMEONE ALIVE I SERIOUSLY MET SOMEONE WHOS NOT A BRAINSUCKING EVIL THINGYDOO

You are known as Sn0wman, the secretary to the barbarous Felt Manor, in which when things happen, they're usually bad. Just your taste. 

You sit at your desk near the front doors of the manor. Your job is to surveillance the cameras which surround the manor home. No point, really. Doc has eyes on every single thing, in here and out. You're not going to complain though. Better to be in here than out there. Nevertheless, you still enjoy on leaving the home now and again to get a taste of the chaos which is happening outside the gates.

You sign into the pesterchum client which has always sat quietly on your desktop, never been touched. You open it for the first time in a long while.

You are the Condesce, and COD this place is so BORIN. You have nothing to do, as you sit and stare out your window. Nothing to do for an -EMPR-ESS is a bad thing, and being stuck inside all day is, too. You wish you were outside, causing havoc and chaos. 

Your jewelry clash together, making a chiming sound as you reach for your shellphone. Let's see what suckers are living today, and how you can mess with them.

You are known as the Handmaid, and you live to serve Doc Scratch, who then is under control of a larger power. You live reluctantly in a large manor, as the dead-bringer. 

You sit in your room, facing the mechanical panel-like-machine on your wall. Different screens show different things. One, for instance shows the town square. You watch as a few zombies stumble around and fall. You stay emotionless, however. Being trapped in here and not outside is just complete and utter boring. You open your pesterchum/trollian chat client, and log in. 

Your name is Doc Scratch, the brains at the manor which you reside in. You are witty, sarcastic and most of all a little big headed - Literally. 

You're currently stood in front of the many, various monitors which sit ahead of you on your desk, covering the window. With views on the many roads, houses and other hideouts, you can't go wrong. You're able to know what's happening, where, and why. 

Deciding upon the idea that you should log on, you pull up a black screen with a touch, which instantly logs you into the well-known web chat service many of your survivors use to communicate.

Hello survivors. I believe it is time I reveal myself to you all. Who am I? Well I am an ordinary citizen, like you. However I am different. Rather intelligent, if I do say so myself. I have a vast amount of unlimited knowledge, and eyes to view the entire city. That's right. I can watch your every move. But this isn't what i'm here to talk to you about. 

I'm here to simply welcome you, into the start of the end. What is that, you ask yourself. Just another word to describe the apocalypse. Much like 'nightmare' or 'hell' or any other words you may describe this wonderful time upon us. I am here to let you know that I am able to unleash wave after wave of unique types of zombies; worse than the ones before.

Why am I doing this? How could I bare to see people suffer? Well, all your questions will be answered soon, I can assure you. Don't you fret though, I am almost certain many of you will survive this, as you did before. 

That is all for now. You may attempt to contact me, with no avail. However I am able to contact you whenever I please. So, do keep ahead of your game. Don't forget to leave without a weapon today. Oh, and do remember: I'm watching.