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His rancid laughter still haunts Solomon Island.Scales some windows of TSW/SWL that cannot be scaled through the settings. They dismembered his body and scattered the parts. When Joe finally seemed to succumb, they took no chances.
The records are blank, after this point, as the town tried all manner of unlawful execution techniques. When the judge sentenced Joe to death by hanging, he dangled, but kicked for three days. Joe refused every point of etiquette and rule. He did things that the good citizens had to write new laws against. He was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart. Resurrection Joe was a legend in his own time and in his own death. If you can find several pieces and gather them at his grave, you may hear his story. His bones have settled for a century or two, and still the locals shiver at his name. Tell us, sweetling, have you heard the legend of Resurrection Joe? He is an infamous resident of Solomon Island's history. Its great body contains vast stores of black magic. Necromantic magics can seep into the bodies of potentially any creature. Some spark of awareness stays with them, and, in death, they can still call on their ritual powers. These are the cadavers of those who in life who served certain strange priesthoods, delved into the mysteries of potent cults, or otherwise devoted themselves to occult study. Woken from their deep graves, they slowly walk along the ocean floor and onto the beaches of Solomon Island. And they are still being called to Kingsmouth by the draug. As the draug travelled across the Sargasso, with the Fog, they swept up all the dead sailors of all the ages along the way. With their power, they have freed themselves from the control of the draug and wander the island as unpredictable, walking weapons of mass destruction. They are grotesque accidents, and the only shambling dead that will not answer to the whim of the Sargasso Sea monsters. Deformed monstrosities, they were physically changed by the occult energies in the Fog, in the Filth, in the centuries of layered wards and runes crosshatching Solomon Island, and other dark factors. They call on carrion birds, beasts, and insects. Though these older shamblers are sluggish and more fragile than the more recent counterparts, they draw from deeper reserves of necromantic power. There are many fetid things buried in its history. This is not the first time sinister forces have been at play on this island. The fresher zombies receive the command to dig up their more decomposed kin. Vermiculated and maggot-ridden, they are the corpses awakened in their old graves. Their claws are longer, their mouths impossibly filled with teeth. A variant of the fresher dead, some particularly frenzied strain of necromantic magic worked its way into their bodies. These are the recent townsfolk of Kingsmouth, called into the ocean by a siren's call. Their flesh and sinew is fresher, their movements more spry. See how they run! The most common of Kingsmouth's zombie population. The zombie curse stretches into varied manifestations, some by design, some by vicious chaos. Those imbued with anima enjoy some protection from their infected bites. Human flesh sates their hunger above all, yet those that starve will prey on animals. Their bodies can take tremendous trauma before being disabled. No brain function.They are not organisms run on vital systems. The clothes and dead faces look familiar, but the vacant eyes hold none of the hopes and emotional relations that once inhabited the husks. Horrors from the depths of the ocean and the chill of the earth, rising with unnatural hungers. And something that was lately them walked out. The Fog came, and the townsfolk walked into the sea. They have shambled through the zeitgeist of your species for so long. Just as impossible as anything else that has happened to you since the bee, yet it sits on your tongue easier. TRANSMIT - initiate the necrotic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the putrescent cadence - DAMN IT, IT WASN'T QUITE FRESH ENOUGH! - illumine the Reanimated - WITNESS - Zombies.
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