Crashes into the museum through a poorly secured wall of tentacle porn
Oh man, this isn’t the secret Ridleybank Distillery. Well, since I’m already here and I can’t find the exit, let’s talk Papa Moloch. We all know him and we see the evidence of the sheer volume of what this man does for the horde every day. To say he lives and breathes Ridleybank would be an understatement. To say he always looked out for every zombie in game wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Well, zambahz, I sadly cannot speak to his earliest days in the horde nor his early days as Papa. If you would like to read more on this time period, his interview with MJS is in this channel and I cannot recommend it enough (two great Papas sitting down for a real chat). I’d like to speak on what came after the action. After the drama of early Gore Corps history and after the epic win of Barhapolis.
I signed up for the horde basically as all of the insanity of Barhahpolis was coming to a close, with no clue how to really play effectively. Fortunately, for any of us on the old forums, Moloch had already put together an insanely detailed guide answering literally every question some clueless new death cultist could have before they could even be asked. From picking humans to target to effectively managing every single AP to even managing your inventory to the maximum. I mean, the level of detail was astounding. After onboarding myself with the horde in the GC, I was lucky enough to be able to strike with someone that I truthfully found a little intimidating. The author of these guides. Our papa. Ho-Lee-Shit.
What I expected from reading the volumes of writing with insane levels of detail was an absolute hardass with little patience for nonsense. What I got upon striking with the man – a surprisingly patient leader who always put EVERYONE ahead of himself. Always willing to pass along the kills, always doing the annoying work of reporting any of our bounties to the rogues’ gallery, and always keeping an eye towards glory for the horde. He rarely thought in terms of less than a whole suburb level. Before my time, he had already made the horde into the most effective killing machine in Malton and he was rightfully damn sure he would keep it that way.
Now, to peel back the curtain from what was easily seen on our old forums. From the perspective of leadership, he was always encouraging. Iscariot came up with the idea for Mall Tour 2009, but Moloch was the deciding factor in even having it. If it weren’t for his encouragement, that wrecking ball wouldn’t have happened. He was a big part in encouraging Kristi to start the Brainstalkers within the DEM forums, then the trenchiest forums known to man, who then managed to have some real fun. As papa, he would work with any horde he could and offer any advice they could ask for. Within Urban Dead, he was a leader amongst the leaders of zambahz.
Many months into my time here, zambahz, Lord Moloch approached me with my greatest in game honor and absolute scariest moment. He asked me to take up the mantle and shepherd the horde. This was terrifying for two reasons – how do you follow him and what would Malton even look like without him? Thankfully, one couldn’t really follow him and I never had to learn what Malton would be like without him. In my tenure and Globule’s tenure, Moloch provided a steady voice in every difficult situation. Every difficult decision, he was able to provide the wisest of council while treading the fine line of never telling us what he thought we should do. He continued going so far above and beyond what anyone could ask of a retiree. He’d help write and edit tour announcements. He’d help make or find the right photoshops for every situation.
Eventually, all things came to an end and we would end up burning out of this weird browser based game, but every so often, his Ridleysense would let him know when the horde needed a push and he would rally as many as he could. This kept up right up until the Reunion we are all currently enjoying. What can be said about that that isn’t immediately obvious? The man came back out of the blue, revitalized Gore Corps as a terrifying death cultist force, steered the horde tactically for 6 months, and built the win against our toughest opponents in 17 years! This is a man that I am proud to call my best friend in game and I easily believe to be the best friend of every zambah in this game.
Barhah Papa Moloch! Barhah Ridleybank!
