Morpheus_Dream
Villager
Sirens sound in the background as the undead shuffle down one of many deserted streets.
A cracked television set flickers between an emergency warning station and static when it suddenly changes to a scene of a throne room, lavished with purple with a man sprawled looking slightly amused with himself.
If you did not notice, one of our members started to export a good amount of undead into your region. From this point your defense deteriorated at an increased rate and effectively destroyed all hope of your survival.
The screen then fades to a with black background with gigantic, elaborate letter Z.
The sound of champagne bottles being opened and laughter is heard alongside this before quickly being drowned out with calming elevator music.
A cracked television set flickers between an emergency warning station and static when it suddenly changes to a scene of a throne room, lavished with purple with a man sprawled looking slightly amused with himself.
"I would just like to say, Thank you.
As the leader of the Legion of Doom I thank you on behalf of all of our member states for taking in the majority of our infected citizens. We thank you for being here in our darkest hour and making the sacrifice for the good of us. If you did not notice, one of our members started to export a good amount of undead into your region. From this point your defense deteriorated at an increased rate and effectively destroyed all hope of your survival.
You have no hope to survive make your time, all our undead are belong to you.
Ciao- From Emperor Jagster the VII"
The screen then fades to a with black background with gigantic, elaborate letter Z.
The sound of champagne bottles being opened and laughter is heard alongside this before quickly being drowned out with calming elevator music.
