User:Dfskelleton

My story that makes no sense whatsoever.
I breed genetically altered turkeys to fight the war against the kamikaze baby dolls. I take pride in my turkeys, as they can use weaponary, machinery, drive vehicles, shoot lazers from their eyes, and open doors. They are all named joe. and one is named bob. I dont know why. He just looked like a bob.

My base of operations is in silent hill. There are many nice people there, like the guy with the pyramid shaped helmet and the guy who always says " YO, ANY OF YOU SEEN MAH DEAD WIFE?". Most people find the shifts between a foggy ghost town to a rusty blood covered nightmare terrifying, but I find it peaceful. Occasionally, I take a nice trip to hospitals, boat houses, airports or farms, and hang with some friends. Sure, you call them zombies, but they prefer the term "infected americans". How would you like it if somebody saw you on the street and yelled "DIE, ZOMBIE!!!" and shot you in the face, how would that make you feel, huh?

My favorite pages
smoker

hunter

healing items

(grabbin' peelz)