Post by BECCA on May 16, 2012 15:15:41 GMT -8
What a lovely, lovely night, for a drink and a parade...
So you want to be a dead guy? Well, you've certainly come to the right place!
Back at the beginning of the Civil War, there were two things on every American's mind. The first, was, of course, the War of Northern Aggression. The second, though, was a man called Funbody. A dead man called Funbody. Dominick Cedric Frederico Funbody III was the first ever zombie. To this day, no one quite knows how he came back to life, but after thorough debating, it came about that he would be allowed to live on as though nothing were wrong, so long as he wore cologne to mask the scent of decaying flesh.
While this alternative living style (Here at FID, we don't like to use the term 'zombies'.) came with a few complications, Funbody, with his happy-go-lucky personality, lived a mostly normal life. (Take into account, when doing applications, that personalities have a great deal to do with how a character would deal with being a zombie and the amount of complications they would have!)
Because there was a sudden abundance of the walking dead, then, none of whom were any more evil than they had been in life, Funbody decided he would open up a school for the dead. And not just for people like him, because he discovered, upon dying and being resurrected, that he could interact with all of the souls around him that had passed on whom he had never noticed before.
The school also, eventually, began to let in mediums, becoming a safe haven for those alive that have a special connection to the deceased.
And the rest is history.
Very little is still known about zombies, but scientists have discovered ways to preserve them for longer, since it was discovered through the redeath of Mr. Funbody that they only pretty much last until they all fall apart.
The school is in buttfucknowhere Nevada and surrounded, mostly, by desert. The students attend school in peace for the most part, but many of the living are afraid of them. They're a very alienated group. Sort of like lepers.
Have fun, kiddos! And don't forget that the only age that counts is the one you died at. No one counts years after that!
We'll dance until the morning light, this town should be afraid.