He old legends of chenarus

[Zombiesaurus 10]

Good day everyone... What are you scared of, are you aware of the things which lurk deep in the chenarus fields? I'm here to tell a story, and listen to yours too, take a seat, or just sleep, which ever is your cup of tea...

I spawned in elektro, my head bob at its highest, I delved into every house, found beans, ammo, and a pistol called jimothy mclifesnatcher, i was not frightened of this land, I watched as a man was torn apart by his undead grandmother, I smiled politely and nodded, as from my hometown, jurraisic park, this was a common sight.now, away from the banter, and into the mysteries... I had begin to sneak up the hill, the grass up to my knees, when I spotted a survivor, a hero, nor bandit. Options raced through my head, kill him, or help? It was like heavy rain. They stopped racing through my head, when the shuddering words met to my ears, he shouted in direct communication. "THE PREISTS! DUDE LOOK! YOU GOT SOME BINOCULARS! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! IT'S TERRYFYING!" He cursed like a sailor, when I finally got a pair of binoculars out. He stopped, I searched through the scopes, the silence was eerie, only the sounds of waves calmed me, until....I saw one dark figure in a cloak with his arms in the air, a PREISTS cloak, I was creeped out, but I started becoming eerily intrigued, I saw another figure in a cloak with his arms raised in a praising type form, they never lowered there arms, the American survivor kept on questioning me, in a worried voice, that if I had saw the Horrific sight. I dodged around after putting my binoculars down, I handed out my pistol, fired a few shots, this only helped in digging out the mystery of which I had suddenly forced to see. A fire-like orb floated in the middle of four zombiefied vicars, with there hands raised, and seeming to be praying. I turned around , terrified, urging for the comforting voice of the survivor, only to find his dead, fly ridden body, on the ground. I searched him, nothing out of the ordinary, i did wonder at a Mountain Dew in this bag though, I took, nothing came upon me, no curse, but I did find a full fuelled car, a hatchback, on the side of the road up to green mountain, this is where I saw them again, muttering over the mass grave, all four of them, with theory, I turned away, they were gone, maybe the dew cursed me, but in the most unknown manner, but the most breath taking. I have seen these preists, standing over the many mass graves in which dot chenarus. I always turn away, and they always go away.

Meanwhile the survivor, he was never seen, again, I ponder if he suicided, terrified b the events, or he had died, at the hands of the men, the holy men, who dot the land, I will make my way to the church, for any possible references, in the mean time, this has scared and interested me into the world of dayz.

-Zombieosauruz

[Zombiesaurus 10]

Good day everyone... What are you scared of, are you aware of the things which lurk deep in the chenarus fields? I'm here to tell a story, and listen to yours too, take a seat, or just sleep, which ever is your cup of tea...

I spawned in elektro, my head bob at its highest, I delved into every house, found beans, ammo, and a pistol called jimothy mclifesnatcher, i was not frightened of this land, I watched as a man was torn apart by his undead grandmother, I smiled politely and nodded, as from my hometown, jurraisic park, this was a common sight.now, away from the banter, and into the mysteries... I had begin to sneak up the hill, the grass up to my knees, when I spotted a survivor, a hero, nor bandit. Options raced through my head, kill him, or help? It was like heavy rain. They stopped racing through my head, when the shuddering words met to my ears, he shouted in direct communication. "THE PREISTS! DUDE LOOK! YOU GOT SOME BINOCULARS! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! IT'S TERRYFYING!" He cursed like a sailor, when I finally got a pair of binoculars out. He stopped, I searched through the scopes, the silence was eerie, only the sounds of waves calmed me, until....I saw one dark figure in a cloak with his arms in the air, a PREISTS cloak, I was creeped out, but I started becoming eerily intrigued, I saw another figure in a cloak with his arms raised in a praising type form, they never lowered there arms, the American survivor kept on questioning me, in a worried voice, that if I had saw the Horrific sight. I dodged around after putting my binoculars down, I handed out my pistol, fired a few shots, this only helped in digging out the mystery of which I had suddenly forced to see. A fire-like orb floated in the middle of four zombiefied vicars, with there hands raised, and seeming to be praying. I turned around , terrified, urging for the comforting voice of the survivor, only to find his dead, fly ridden body, on the ground. I searched him, nothing out of the ordinary, i did wonder at a Mountain Dew in this bag though, I took, nothing came upon me, no curse, but I did find a full fuelled car, a hatchback, on the side of the road up to green mountain, this is where I saw them again, muttering over the mass grave, all four of them, with theory, I turned away, they were gone, maybe the dew cursed me, but in the most unknown manner, but the most breath taking. I have seen these preists, standing over the many mass graves in which dot chenarus. I always turn away, and they always go away.

Meanwhile the survivor, he was never seen, again, I ponder if he suicided, terrified b the events, or he had died, at the hands of the men, the holy men, who dot the land, I will make my way to the church, for any possible references, in the mean time, this has scared and interested me into the world of dayz.

-Zombieosauruz

Please don't judge by grammar, it waves when I write huge paragraphs, sorry :(

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