Those of you who have been active throughout Malton in the past few months have probably noticed a new face in town. That face is attached to the body of the man who is oft-times known as Bucky Tesla. This pretty clean, determined gentleman has been spotted in Malton’s highest profile areas, from the northeast corner of Nichols Mall in Stanbury Village to such exotic locales as the southeast corner of Nichols Mall in Stanbury Village.
This reporter was recently allowed to inhabit the same block as the enigmatic Bucky Tesla, and Bucky Tesla, who was surprisingly well-groomed for a Maltonian, was gentleman enough to provide a few insights into his pretty clean and determined life. As he fixed his unwavering, penetrating eyes on mine, I couldn’t help but notice the resolute set of his jaw, the staunch set of his shoulders… almost an aura of determinedness about him. A smouldering cigarette butt jutted authoritatively from his stubble shrouded mouth.So how did this man, so determined and fairly unsoiled, rocket from relative obscurity to such lofty heights of fame and power in a mere two months? Bucky Tesla merely fixed me with a stare of cold and calculating concentration, and attributed it to his boundless “determination” and “pretty clean” lifestyle. From the steely set of his face, which seemed to have - almost a look of determination, it was clear that he spoke with authority, from experience.
Exactly what sort of experience, though, could make such a pretty clean gentleman so determined seeming? When queried on this point, Bucky Tesla simply, but with a grim countenance of implacable determination, executed a nearby swaying zombie. His only comment: “Thanks for the XP, bitches…”
Thanks for the XP bitches, indeed.
Creedy Anthem
- by ZEmil33
Note: intended to be sung in the style of Cab Calloway
I went down to Fort Creedy Infirmary To bash some barricades there Gonna grab me two little DNA bandits And drag them out by their hair!
All of us Ridleys are laughing: You silly Harmans never see Packing all your brahnz into huge concrete walls Just makes it easier for zambahz like me >:)
First, we’ll come knocking on your front gate, Break in and eat every single brahn: You might Headshot us and dump us outside, We shall merely Rise and come back in!
We’ll Groan and we’ll Ruin your gatehouse Hungry ferals will shamble around There’ll be so many zambahz that you can’t evict us And your Fort will come tumbling down :D
Creedys, my advice would be: Run off to McCloud’s Bar and drink up their boooooze! but no… you’ll be lunch for me: and have those Fort Creedy Infirmary Blues
