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<blockquote data-quote="Krug" data-source="post: 2181487" data-attributes="member: 2141">Priest: [spoiler]None of them reveals anything.[/spoiler]The woman mutters, &quot;P-Pickaxe. Pickaxe Jack.&quot;There is a sudden realisation about the source of the large cavernous chest wound that the zombies have. Jianna recalls some stories her father told her about this character, supposedly a myth. A bunch of miners had been entrapped in a cave-in while digging for gold, and a vagabond, hearing their cries had tried to dig them out. However, when he unearthed the remaining miners, greatly weakened, he saw that they did find a few lumps of gold. Grabbing the nearest weapon, a pickaxe, he bashed their heads in or rammed the sharp end of the implement into their chests. Before dying, one of the miners had cursed the vagabond. Now he roams the land with his pickaxe, killing whatever he comes across. It sounded like just another variation of the Bogeyman stories that frequented the mysterious, old west, but it appeared there was more truth to him that she thought. You never heard of undead being created by it's pickaxe though, but the West was a strange place with talks of manitou and wendigo and cannibals.The hound stares at the jerky greedily. The zombies hover outside the door, but these cursed souls are unable to step on sacred ground.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Krug, post: 2181487, member: 2141"] [b]Priest[/b]: [spoiler]None of them reveals anything.[/spoiler] The woman mutters, "P-Pickaxe. Pickaxe Jack." There is a sudden realisation about the source of the large cavernous chest wound that the zombies have. Jianna recalls some stories her father told her about this character, supposedly a myth. A bunch of miners had been entrapped in a cave-in while digging for gold, and a vagabond, hearing their cries had tried to dig them out. However, when he unearthed the remaining miners, greatly weakened, he saw that they did find a few lumps of gold. Grabbing the nearest weapon, a pickaxe, he bashed their heads in or rammed the sharp end of the implement into their chests. Before dying, one of the miners had cursed the vagabond. Now he roams the land with his pickaxe, killing whatever he comes across. It sounded like just another variation of the Bogeyman stories that frequented the mysterious, old west, but it appeared there was more truth to him that she thought. You never heard of undead being created by it's pickaxe though, but the West was a strange place with talks of manitou and wendigo and cannibals. The hound stares at the jerky greedily. The zombies hover outside the door, but these cursed souls are unable to step on sacred ground. [/QUOTE]

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