User:The Prophet of Life

Bio

Intro

A man on a mission, little is known about this individual, except that he likes survivors, doesn't care for zombies, and has recently joined the Umbrella Corporation. He doesn't like PKing. He suspects ESCAPE was a lie just like he suspects the cake was a lie.

History

A literature student at the time of the outbreak, he was known as a prophet even then because of his ability to determine the exact ending of any story. That's why when he made purchases of a fire axe and a radio, his friends assumed he had a decent reason. Biggest. Understatement. Ever. From there, he vanishes from history until mid-2010.

Current Whereabouts

Since his reappearance, he has been seen in various parts of Malton from West Becktown to Penny Heights. He recently set up a Revive Point in Penny Heights. You didn't hear it here.

Writings of The Prophet (of Life)

June 1, 2010

They got the old man today. The one with the apocalypse sandwich-board. It's ironic that one of the first to realize the end was upon us was one of the last to fall. In life, I knew him only in passing. In this half-life we all live in in this cursed city, I assisted in his passing. No one deserves to go like that, alone, suffering, knowing they will be back in a matter of minutes with a wicked headache and a craving for flesh. A bullet to the brain ended all that for this man. After I returned to the library, I saw Axel asleep in the corner with a book propped up next to him. I saw the title and smiled: A Tale of Two Cities. I opened it to the first line, a line I had heard long ago, a line which, in some ways, applies to this forsaken city even now: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."--The Prophet of Life 06:54, 2 June 2010 (BST)

June 2, 2010

I fear this may be the end. The Red Death is approaching. The doors are barricaded, Axel and I plan to hold out for as long as we can, but we suspect we will not hold it for long. I can hear them approaching now. To any breathing survivors who read this, I advise you to fight on. Many believe there is nothing left worth living for. I tell you that that is not true. There are more survivors finding themselves in Malton every day. We must keep up the fight, fight the good fight, if not for ourselves, then for them. For the new, inexperienced survivors who need someone to look up to. Besides, we can't just let them win, can we? As for me, I will fight on because I believe in this city. I believe we can stand together and turn back the Red tide. ESCAPE may have revitalized the people of this city, but it is up to us to carry on that new energy. Fight on, my friends. They are coming.

June 6, 2010

When we sealed up the doors and fought the assault four days ago, I was sure we would not survive. However, that has turned out not to be the case, and we have in fact found an even better place to seek shelter. Ever since ESCAPE, things have been very bizarre. ESCAPE. ESCAPE is something I believe is worth noting. People say the movement failed. But did it? More than 200 survivors went into that building expecting, planning, to die. And die they did. They died at the hands of one of the largest zombie hordes I have ever seen. Easy pickings for the zombies, right? Awfully convenient that these survivors lacked any real plan, organized leadership, or necessary items to withstand such a siege. Yes, that is correct. It is my strong belief that ESCAPE, one of the largest survivor movements I have ever seen, was actually an invitation to a zombie banquet. And we were the main course. --The Prophet of Life 12:34, 6 June 2010 (BST)

June 18, 2010

I write this from the relative safety of Deacon Police Department. I was evicted, so to speak, from the Library after someone thought it would be a good idea to set it up as an outpost for a revive point. I awoke to find Axel already gone and my things already packed. I didn't really feel like arguing, or unpacking, so I left. However, I shall return one day. I forgot my ax, so I must. Also, a book would be nice. I used one of them for this journal and I am now running out of spa --The Prophet of Life 15:56, 18 June 2010 (BST)

June 20, 2010

I got my ax. I got a book, a series of books, in fact. They'll be great for writing my journals on since no one would nor should ever read these books. They're very unrealistic: what kind of nutcase can't find a human to date, so settles for their friendly neighborhood vampire? Nonsense. The only people who would buy into that would be teenage girls and 40-something women who have nothing better to do. But I digress... I found out who was in charge of the guys who kicked me out; turns out, it was the Umbrella Corporation. It figures they showed up since they were the ones in the first place who --The Prophet of Life 00:33, 21 June 2010 (BST)

June 21, 2010

Woke up in the mall. Frankly, I was amazed to have woken up at all. The last thing I remember was writing a journal entry, then everything went dark. No one seems to have noticed my sudden appearance, nor do they seem to care. It's almost as if my every action is controlled by some higher being. I recall now that I was writing something about Umbrella when I lost consciousness. In mid word, in fact. Almost like there's an eye in the sky, dictating my every move. Some of the others speak of a god, controlling our fates in this city. Their stories were quite interesting, even if they were a bit out there. They call their god "Keeven" or "Kevin" or something like that. Of course, I'm sure it's all nonsense. There must be a logical explanation, or at least one that's not completely crazy. P.S. I still haven't restored contact with Axel, so I must assume the worst, and for now he is M.I.A. --The Prophet of Life 07:13, 22 June 2010 (BST)

June 29, 2010

I've been watching the library for a week now, and only recently spotted anything near an officer of the Corporation (see earlier entries for recap). He was a rather odd looking fellow, something straight out of a video game. I forget the name, but he was dressed all in green, up to his cone-shaped cap, and, I could be mistaken, but he seemed to walk like one of the dead, shambling, staggering, almost in a drunken fashion. I was hoping to regain entry to the library, but I've decided to give up. I'll just have to move on to somewhere else. A good time to do so, too, because I've heard rumors of some sort of party of the dead heading this way. There's an unusual image: the dead, dancing. A strange world we live in. --The Prophet of Life 06:38, 30 June 2010 (BST)

August 8, 2010

I don't know if anyone will read this or not, but someone else was writing before, so. I don't know who this guy is, or was, but I found his journal in a library today. Whoever he was, he's long gone, or dead, or something. He must've been one hell of a writer, though. Anyway, I guess I'll keep this with me. Who knows, maybe I'll start writing and take over for hi

Affiliations/Alliances

The Prophet has allied himself with the Umbrella Corporation. In addition, he is on friendly terms with the following survivors:

1. Axel Fireheart, a great person to hunt zombies with.

	Whiskey Platoon Member
	This User is in the Umbrella Corporation’s Whiskey Platoon.

	Planned Revivification
	This user or group supports organized revivification.

	Sacred Ground Policy Supporter
	This user or group supports the Sacred Ground Policy and acknowledges that all Cemeteries in the city of Malton are considered Revivification Points.

	Pay It Forward Supporter
	This User or Group Pays It Forward. Get a revive, give a revive.

	Ban Stupidity
	This user or group does not tolerate stupid people.