Well the walkers outside are frightful But in Alexandria it's delightful Carol makes cookies Michonne and Rick makin' nookie Winter in a walker wonderland
Twas the night before missions and all through the camp not a walker was stirring, not even in outhouse. As I lay nestled snug with visions of heroes dancing in my head. When, what do I hear "Rufus is life"! I sprang from my bed and flew like a flash. Where, what to my eyes should appear but a mountain man, with such a gray beard, the nose of a cherry and a jug full of spirits. With a twinkle in his eye, he scratched and sniffed. I let out such a giggle for that's when I knew I had nothing to fear, as he merrily passed me the good cheer.
Shotgun blasts, Are you trembling? In the lane Walkers shambling A frightening sight We're fearful tonight Winter in a Walker wonderland
Gone away are the old days Here to stay are the new ways We scavenge and fight To survive the night Winter in a Walker wonderland
In the meadow we can see them coming But of course we are exposed Creeping round eating dirt We are really slumming But this is how we live When real life is hosed
Later on We'll perspire As we toil by the fire To built a barricade To keep out the enemies we've made Winter in a Walker wonderland
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Daryl baby, just slip a sawed off under the tree for me; Been an awful good girl, Daryl baby and hurry down the hallway tonight
Daryl baby, a '54 BSA too, light blue I'll keep the pathway all clear, Daryl baby and hurry kill them walkers tonight
Think of all the times they missed Think of all the saviors that have run the risk If they get caught in my sight Killing all would be so right, ba do be do
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here is my wishlist for game features 2017, or at least some of them I put them in the form of a very short Christmas story, hoping if I can obtain an awesome Holiday forum badge It is definitely not very humourous but I hope it has enough creativity and effort
If you find this “No Grinches Allowed", please feel free to remove. I can put this to Suggestion & Ideas -section also but still like to try an awesome Holiday forum badge
The wishlist for 2017 in TWDNML:
- Short lasting buffs, like 5% accuracy or 5% RNG to 1 AP - Devices and and gadgets, like spike mat or fireworks to change attention of zombies - Simultaneous multi-area special missions for 6 characters (like Episodes but more often) - Weapon add-ons, like Grenade launcher in machine gun
Six of them carefully looked every inch inside of the entrance of the gloomy industrial area. The afternoon sun was bleak, throwing long thin shadows to sleek ground. There were thick chain-link fence around the area. But between two massive warehouse the fence was crushed from outside. The gap led to dark thick forest of fir-trees. - Looks like a silent night, Michonne said and unleashed her katana. - All is calm, all is bright, Daryl hummed when looking through the scope of .338 Buzzard. - But I suppose it will change soon.
= o =
- Barbwire ready, one-eyed Vernon said attaching last led lamps around it for luring guests. Rusty spikes between two warehouse will slowen the hungriest from the forest. - Don't set lights yet, Julia said and scratched her back with hefty lobotomizer, relaxing. - After the first wave, my pet will finish the horde, Rosita grunted and gave steady pat on M203 grenade launcher in the barrel of her M4 carbine. - And we can fetch the Christmas tree safely after, Tara nodded, pondering first aid approach to the mission. - Sounds like a plan, she smiled. - But Rosita, when blasting, please save some intact trees for us though, Julia sneered. - Maybe we fetch the Christmas tree tomorrow in the daylight, Vernon suggested.
= o =
They were after Christmas gifts. ACME Military Goods Outlet sounded very promising place to find some special stuff to the whole camp. Vernon and Maggie had sneaked the place earlier, scouting, and have found a bunch of barbwire rolls. - A Company Manufacturing Everything, huh? Maybe they were producing some buff and combat steroids for casual weekend use? Rosita laughed. - I'd prefer to have some external add-ons, like night goggles, Daryl said.
- How about Michonne and Rosita guard here in the clearing, Tara and me take left building and Vernon and Daryl loot the right one? Julia suggested. To the left was a faint text above wry doors: "ACME Hardware". Everybody nodded, no tactical complaints. - If everything fails, shoot flare to the sky. That should give us time to back away. And no risks. - Just a reminder, as always, Rosita added. - If something looks too good, don't touch it without careful inspection first. There is probably a reason why it has been left here after former raiders.
= o =
Suddenly a distant roar. Maybe male. Far inside the right warehouse. Sounded still human-like, not post-human - yet. - Let's check that noise first, Vernon suggested. - It might be decoy. Remember Terminus? - Yeah, Michonne said. - It can be some machine also, this is ACME anyway, Daryl said. - We need to rearrange, Julia said. - Michonne and Rosita need precise distant shot, how about you Tara? - Yes and Vernon and Daryl need crowd control, meaning you Tara said to Julia.
= o =
Some screeching and squeaking started slowly in the middle of the left warehouse. The voice kept on roaring. - I think we need to rearrange again, Daryl smiled. - I think we need to vote? Christmas or not to Christmas? Michonne asked.
"How do I get trough this day...?" "I know you look down on me and I know you wish me the best, with Michonne, with the kids, with the life I lead now..." "It's hard to cope... I lost control to an egocentric violent sadist..."
"Give me the strength to endure all, to protect them all, to kill them all..."
"To annihilate them all, taking them down, one by one, ..."
"That way we can live our lives again like we used to... struggling but in control..."
"Giving her a future, a real X-mas, perhaps even a real present, for I know that's what your 'souly' beating heart is craving for: the joy, the smile on her face..."
"Something that was taken from our son, but I know we will give it back to him, we will let him believe again, in himself, in the fellowmen, in his own and our future..."
"So many years ago, the presents were trivial, words of x-mas meant nothing really, the yurning for a better life is massive now, the feeling of X-mas will come again and then, we will share thoughts again,... this time with a smile... on all our faces...
"Say Hi to Abraham, Glenn, Shane, Sam, Jessie... celebrate our lives for this X-mas as we will celebrate yours later on! Huge amount of hugs and kisses from beneath... we miss you all..."
"Carl, you gonna need another hat soon!"
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It was an unusually cold and blustery winter’s night as I stood on the camp watchtower looking out at the haze of blowing snow blotting out the distant tree line. The cold air bit through my windward vest like a walker after my flesh. I knew it would be a long night, but I had a responsibility to my camp to protect it against walkers and raiders.
I stamped my feet to keep warm, but that didn’t help much. I made a note to myself to look for a better pair of boots on the next supply run. A party was heading out tomorrow to look for more food. But new boots were secondary. We didn’t have enough food to make it through the winter and the others in our camp were clearly worried. The camp elders were whispering about rationing unless we scored a big haul next week. In this new world, death was always looking over our shoulders. Perhaps the dead were the lucky ones…
Then, I heard a scuffling sound on the far side of the camp behind me. I swiveled around at my post and peered into the center of camp, but only the dying embers of our campfire provided any light. It wasn’t enough to locate the source of the sound. But there it was… scuffle… scuffle...scuffle…
I raised my 7MM Harrier and peered through the scope. The snow and wind were muffling the sound, so I could not get a lock on it. I remembered how a couple of raccoons got into the camp last summer and made a mess overturning some chairs and knocking over some cooking pans. I nailed them both and we had some good eating that next day. Scuffle… scuffle...scuffle… No, this sound was not from any raccoon.
I took another sweep through the camp and then a dim outline of a figure against one of the tents caught my eye. Immediately, I tried to see if it was someone from our camp who needed to hit the latrine or grab some hot coals to put in a pot for warmth in their tent.
No, this was a person who was not part of our group. They had a heavy jacket, and in the dim light and snow haze it looked like it was covered in blood. They were heavy set and moving slowly… Oh, no!!! This can’t be happening!!! A fatty somehow got into camp!!! It was just a few feet away from one of the tents… My son’s tent!!!
My mind raced and I knew I had no time to sound the alarm bell to alert the camp. I had just a few seconds for only one shot so I put my crosshairs on the target.
“Don’t miss. Don’t miss,” I told myself as I took aim for the head. I took a quick breath, held it, steadied my aim, and pulled the trigger. I lost the target in the flash and recoil of my rifle. I frantically raised my rifle again and looked through the scope. With a deep sigh, I saw the fatty laying on the ground with half its head gone. Beside it, a dark pool of its blood was spreading out slowly on the glistening snow.
I turned the to the alarm bell and rang it for several seconds. It probably wasn’t necessary because the rifle shot was still hanging in the air. People started coming out of their tents holding weapons and ready to do battle. Damn, I’m proud of this group.
I scampered from the watchtower to check out what my lone bullet had done. People were standing around in a circle, so I pushed my way through… Oh My God. I could now clearly see what I had done. I looked to my son and he was staring at me with watering eyes. I froze and could not think of what to say… My mouth hung open in disbelief.
Then I heard the sound of sleigh bells behind the council trailer. Within a minute, and with nine well-placed shots, we had enough venison to carry us through the winter.
We all laughed and cried together that cold and blustery winter’s night. It was truly a wonderful Christmas miracle. It might have come out different had I known it was actually December 24th.
You'd better overwatch You'd better not cry Better not sleep I'm telling you why
The walkers are coming tonight
They are eager for food And lurking around Gonna find out Who is making that sound
The walkers are coming tonight
They are hunting when you're sleeping They are hunting when you're awake Don't care whether you've been bad or good So watch out, or you'll end up as steak!
You'd better overwatch You'd better not cry Better not sleep I'm telling you why
On the Christmas Eve, I carefully opened the door to the outpost to see what gifts Santa Claus brought. But what was that? It was not Santa and not the Grinch. Right behind the door stood an ugly Armored. As fast as I could, I ran to the gifts, took as many TG as I could, and disappeared to never being seen again. This is real Bad Santa.
It's not a story, not a joke It's just a text, so take a rest, I watch the movie, play the game, And zombie didn't eat my brain, So just one question, just for fun, WHERE IS THIS MF CARL!!!???
- Rules are rules, pRick. And I'm gonna beat the hell outta all of you.
Negan whistles.
- We got a good hospital anyway, still level 6. You'll feel like SHIT for a few hours... log off, come back, still shit.................. or a half of your gold. But you'll be fine.
Comments
But in Alexandria it's delightful
Carol makes cookies
Michonne and Rick makin' nookie
Winter in a walker wonderland
Lame, fer sure, just hope to get a badge.
As I lay nestled snug with visions of heroes dancing in my head.
When, what do I hear "Rufus is life"!
I sprang from my bed and flew like a flash. Where, what to my eyes should appear but a mountain man, with such a gray beard, the nose of a cherry and a jug full of spirits.
With a twinkle in his eye, he scratched and sniffed. I let out such a giggle for that's when I knew I had nothing to fear, as he merrily passed me the good cheer.
Happy Holidays NML
Why isnt Hershel part of the hero list in NML?
He's Santa... not someone that we can control xD
Shotgun blasts,
Are you trembling?
In the lane
Walkers shambling
A frightening sight
We're fearful tonight
Winter in a Walker wonderland
Gone away are the old days
Here to stay are the new ways
We scavenge and fight
To survive the night
Winter in a Walker wonderland
In the meadow we can see them coming
But of course we are exposed
Creeping round eating dirt
We are really slumming
But this is how we live
When real life is hosed
Later on
We'll perspire
As we toil by the fire
To built a barricade
To keep out the enemies we've made
Winter in a Walker wonderland
The Undying Suvivalist--Founding Member and Prezident of the Empty Memorial Club
2725 Deadly Missions Completed Prior to the End of The Deadly Era
Nightmare Club Member--All 14 Episodes of Story Complete on Nightmare Mode (lvl 19 survivors)
Daryl baby, just slip a sawed off under the tree for me;
Been an awful good girl, Daryl baby
and hurry down the hallway tonight
Daryl baby, a '54 BSA too, light blue
I'll keep the pathway all clear, Daryl baby
and hurry kill them walkers tonight
Think of all the times they missed
Think of all the saviors that have run the risk
If they get caught in my sight
Killing all would be so right, ba do be do
Please join us
A: It was dead & full of stiffs!
(apologies for lameness)
"Really? Good luck with that!"
here is my wishlist for game features 2017, or at least some of them
If you find this “No Grinches Allowed", please feel free to remove. I can put this to Suggestion & Ideas -section also
The wishlist for 2017 in TWDNML:
- Short lasting buffs, like 5% accuracy or 5% RNG to 1 AP
- Devices and and gadgets, like spike mat or fireworks to change attention of zombies
- Simultaneous multi-area special missions for 6 characters (like Episodes but more often)
- Weapon add-ons, like Grenade launcher in machine gun
The short story below:
Six of them carefully looked every inch inside of the entrance of the gloomy industrial area. The afternoon sun was bleak, throwing long thin shadows to sleek ground. There were thick chain-link fence around the area. But between two massive warehouse the fence was crushed from outside. The gap led to dark thick forest of fir-trees.
- Looks like a silent night, Michonne said and unleashed her katana.
- All is calm, all is bright, Daryl hummed when looking through the scope of .338 Buzzard. - But I suppose it will change soon.
= o =
- Barbwire ready, one-eyed Vernon said attaching last led lamps around it for luring guests. Rusty spikes between two warehouse will slowen the hungriest from the forest.
- Don't set lights yet, Julia said and scratched her back with hefty lobotomizer, relaxing.
- After the first wave, my pet will finish the horde, Rosita grunted and gave steady pat on M203 grenade launcher in the barrel of her M4 carbine.
- And we can fetch the Christmas tree safely after, Tara nodded, pondering first aid approach to the mission. - Sounds like a plan, she smiled.
- But Rosita, when blasting, please save some intact trees for us though, Julia sneered.
- Maybe we fetch the Christmas tree tomorrow in the daylight, Vernon suggested.
= o =
They were after Christmas gifts. ACME Military Goods Outlet sounded very promising place to find some special stuff to the whole camp. Vernon and Maggie had sneaked the place earlier, scouting, and have found a bunch of barbwire rolls.
- A Company Manufacturing Everything, huh? Maybe they were producing some buff and combat steroids for casual weekend use? Rosita laughed.
- I'd prefer to have some external add-ons, like night goggles, Daryl said.
- How about Michonne and Rosita guard here in the clearing, Tara and me take left building and Vernon and Daryl loot the right one? Julia suggested. To the left was a faint text above wry doors: "ACME Hardware".
Everybody nodded, no tactical complaints.
- If everything fails, shoot flare to the sky. That should give us time to back away. And no risks.
- Just a reminder, as always, Rosita added. - If something looks too good, don't touch it without careful inspection first. There is probably a reason why it has been left here after former raiders.
= o =
Suddenly a distant roar. Maybe male. Far inside the right warehouse. Sounded still human-like, not post-human - yet.
- Let's check that noise first, Vernon suggested.
- It might be decoy. Remember Terminus?
- Yeah, Michonne said.
- It can be some machine also, this is ACME anyway, Daryl said.
- We need to rearrange, Julia said. - Michonne and Rosita need precise distant shot, how about you Tara?
- Yes and Vernon and Daryl need crowd control, meaning you Tara said to Julia.
= o =
Some screeching and squeaking started slowly in the middle of the left warehouse. The voice kept on roaring.
- I think we need to rearrange again, Daryl smiled.
- I think we need to vote? Christmas or not to Christmas? Michonne asked.
"I know you look down on me and I know you wish me the best, with Michonne, with the kids, with the life I lead now..."
"It's hard to cope... I lost control to an egocentric violent sadist..."
"Give me the strength to endure all, to protect them all, to kill them all..."
"To annihilate them all, taking them down, one by one, ..."
"That way we can live our lives again like we used to... struggling but in control..."
"Giving her a future, a real X-mas, perhaps even a real present, for I know that's what your 'souly' beating heart is craving for: the joy, the smile on her face..."
"Something that was taken from our son, but I know we will give it back to him, we will let him believe again, in himself, in the fellowmen, in his own and our future..."
"So many years ago, the presents were trivial, words of x-mas meant nothing really, the yurning for a better life is massive now, the feeling of X-mas will come again and then, we will share thoughts again,... this time with a smile... on all our faces...
"Say Hi to Abraham, Glenn, Shane, Sam, Jessie... celebrate our lives for this X-mas as we will celebrate yours later on! Huge amount of hugs and kisses from beneath... we miss you all..."
"Carl, you gonna need another hat soon!"
Vlaamse Crew: join us - open recruitment - only active players inside!! Enkel actieve spelers!!
Momenteel nr 1 lokale ranking: BE en nr 3 globale ranking!!
Jingle bells
Calling the walkers in
Daryl is preparing his bow
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Rick is loading his pistol
Oh what fun it is playing the challenges too!
Out beside the old RV last night...
It was an unusually cold and blustery winter’s night as I stood on the camp watchtower looking out at the haze of blowing snow blotting out the distant tree line. The cold air bit through my windward vest like a walker after my flesh. I knew it would be a long night, but I had a responsibility to my camp to protect it against walkers and raiders.
I stamped my feet to keep warm, but that didn’t help much. I made a note to myself to look for a better pair of boots on the next supply run. A party was heading out tomorrow to look for more food. But new boots were secondary. We didn’t have enough food to make it through the winter and the others in our camp were clearly worried. The camp elders were whispering about rationing unless we scored a big haul next week. In this new world, death was always looking over our shoulders. Perhaps the dead were the lucky ones…
Then, I heard a scuffling sound on the far side of the camp behind me. I swiveled around at my post and peered into the center of camp, but only the dying embers of our campfire provided any light. It wasn’t enough to locate the source of the sound. But there it was… scuffle… scuffle...scuffle…
I raised my 7MM Harrier and peered through the scope. The snow and wind were muffling the sound, so I could not get a lock on it. I remembered how a couple of raccoons got into the camp last summer and made a mess overturning some chairs and knocking over some cooking pans. I nailed them both and we had some good eating that next day. Scuffle… scuffle...scuffle… No, this sound was not from any raccoon.
I took another sweep through the camp and then a dim outline of a figure against one of the tents caught my eye. Immediately, I tried to see if it was someone from our camp who needed to hit the latrine or grab some hot coals to put in a pot for warmth in their tent.
No, this was a person who was not part of our group. They had a heavy jacket, and in the dim light and snow haze it looked like it was covered in blood. They were heavy set and moving slowly… Oh, no!!! This can’t be happening!!! A fatty somehow got into camp!!! It was just a few feet away from one of the tents… My son’s tent!!!
My mind raced and I knew I had no time to sound the alarm bell to alert the camp. I had just a few seconds for only one shot so I put my crosshairs on the target.
“Don’t miss. Don’t miss,” I told myself as I took aim for the head. I took a quick breath, held it, steadied my aim, and pulled the trigger. I lost the target in the flash and recoil of my rifle. I frantically raised my rifle again and looked through the scope. With a deep sigh, I saw the fatty laying on the ground with half its head gone. Beside it, a dark pool of its blood was spreading out slowly on the glistening snow.
I turned the to the alarm bell and rang it for several seconds. It probably wasn’t necessary because the rifle shot was still hanging in the air. People started coming out of their tents holding weapons and ready to do battle. Damn, I’m proud of this group.
I scampered from the watchtower to check out what my lone bullet had done. People were standing around in a circle, so I pushed my way through… Oh My God. I could now clearly see what I had done. I looked to my son and he was staring at me with watering eyes. I froze and could not think of what to say… My mouth hung open in disbelief.
Then I heard the sound of sleigh bells behind the council trailer. Within a minute, and with nine well-placed shots, we had enough venison to carry us through the winter.
We all laughed and cried together that cold and blustery winter’s night. It was truly a wonderful Christmas miracle. It might have come out different had I known it was actually December 24th.
You'd better not cry
Better not sleep
I'm telling you why
The walkers are coming tonight
They are eager for food
And lurking around
Gonna find out
Who is making that sound
The walkers are coming tonight
They are hunting when you're sleeping
They are hunting when you're awake
Don't care whether you've been bad or good
So watch out, or you'll end up as steak!
You'd better overwatch
You'd better not cry
Better not sleep
I'm telling you why
The walkers are coming tonight
On the Christmas Eve, I carefully opened the door to the outpost to see what gifts Santa Claus brought.
But what was that? It was not Santa and not the Grinch. Right behind the door stood an ugly Armored.
As fast as I could, I ran to the gifts, took as many TG as I could, and disappeared to never being seen again.
This is real Bad Santa.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
It's just a text, so take a rest,
I watch the movie, play the game,
And zombie didn't eat my brain,
So just one question, just for fun,
WHERE IS THIS MF CARL!!!???
3,4 Lucille is at your door
5,6 Negan has some tricks
7,8 Negan won't be late
9,10 Lucille will strike again
Jingle bells,,,jingle bells,,,jingle walker way,,,,,
" Not Today, Not Tomorrow… but i am gonna kill you"
Negan whistles.
- We got a good hospital anyway, still level 6.
You'll feel like SHIT for a few hours... log off, come back, still shit.................. or a half of your gold. But you'll be fine.
I really want a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun with compass in the stock.
Santa's response -
Hey kid, you'll shoot your other eye out!!!
We are a relaxed Guild. Just be active.
A little communication goes a long way!!