Harmanity has been called the single greatest threat to healthcare in Malton. Harmanity does not discriminate. It does not care if you are a newly raised corpse, a feral, or even a member of a horde. It hits suddenly, often without warning, quickly turning otherwise healthy, productive zombies into mindless husks. We all know colleagues, friends, and even family who have been lost to this debilitating disease.
And it is now striking earlier.
Even seemingly healthy zambah babahs can be infected by this terrible, destructive disease.
Won’t you help us find a cure for the poor babahs? Think of the children and their suffering.
Every day, thousands of healthy zambahz are unwillingly infected with this disease and even more are born into this suffering. Look into the eyes of someone infected with harmanity and see their suffering. See the torture behind their eyes, see their typical liveliness and carefree attitude slowly melt away as they succumb to this disease.
This is the face of harmanity. How many families have to be destroyed by this devastating disease before we take action? How many lives have to be lost?
Won’t you lend a sympathetic claw?
Every brain you eat brings us one step closer to a cure for harmanity. I’m Papa Johnny and I’m calling all zambahz of Malton, Ridley and feral alike, in our Lurch for the Cure. Every step we take, every brain we eat, and every rattle we shout brings us one step closer to a cure.
