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A-Fox-Of-Fiction [2011-09-11 01:27:35 +0000 UTC]

Holy shit, he's domesticated a Tank.

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J-Foxfire [2009-12-23 15:01:28 +0000 UTC]

I perfer to see Chicago Ted as a pre-prohibition gangster that dual-wields tommy guns with perfect accuracy. Because he is just that good.

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Oz-Walsh [2009-12-18 21:42:13 +0000 UTC]

It's hilarious to see all these fan incarnations. There's a general theme around long coated Stetson hat wearing bad-asses.

I'm still amazed that very few people know the origin/reference of that piece of ingame graffiti

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Sentinall77 [2009-07-24 16:41:38 +0000 UTC]

i love this
XD

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The-Dullahan [2009-06-08 22:39:02 +0000 UTC]

There's a report from a survivor named Ian Townsend who turned up unconscious at a military outpost not far from Wilkesbarre, along with twenty-three other wounded survivors.

He was dazed and couldn't recall hoe he got there, but the tale of his ordeal swept through Pennsylvania like a whirlwind.

"It had to be a little past nine, Sunday night, or maybe it was Saturday? I wasn't paying attention anymore - no one was. We were headed down main street into Scranton. That steep road is a real bitch in the rain, you know? There were four of us. We had left from the north and were trying to make our way to safety. Yeah, back when there was twelve of us.

Sure, we had guns, machetes, even had a pickup for a bit, 'til we ran out of diesel. We just kept marching, what else could we do? Sure, I was all cool about it, thought I was a real badass. I killed twenty of those bastards between my bat and gun. That was before things got bad.

We heard this low growling, at first we thought it might have been a bear or maybe someone's dog. That was when it really sunk in. What if somehow, someone's dog got bit? What if everything was like this? Animals and people, just coming back and attacking.

Next thing I know some blur shot across the street, like friggin' Spiderman right at me. I got knocked down and looked back as it landed right in Jody's lap. She pushed me out of the way to spare me from this...this thing. One of us, I can't remember who, shook it off with a blow to the back of the head. I don't know if it was out, but we pumped twenty rounds into it anyway. Then I got a good look at it.

It was a kid, not much younger than me, maybe he wasn't younger at all. His fingers were curled in and he had claws. They were growing claws now? When did this happen? I had heard a rumor about a clawed girl ripping through an entire team, but I thought it was regular horseshit, you know?

Great, now they were jumping and...changing. That made my stomach drop right then and there and from then on, every mailbox, every trash heap was the enemy. We probably spent three times as many rounds that night as we should have, shooting at anything that moved.

It was weird though, it was real quiet. I mean, the storm was still going and every so often we heard gunshots in the distance, but we didn't see many of the bastards out there. We just kept on going, we figured you guys must be nearby.

Jody, she was a real trooper. She was real hurt, but kept right along with us. She seemed calmer than me, which put on edge a bit, but she kind of eased me up. If she was this tough, I had no excuse. I had to protect her like she did for me. Then it got bad. It got bad...real bad.

A helicopter went right over us, we all waved and hollered, even fired our guns up, but it's like he ignored us. We told ourselves he didn't see us, or that he was coming back, but I don't think any of us believed it. Some lucky bastards found a way out and didn't give a damn about what happened to us. Then I heard it, we all heard it.

Even over the chopper, I heard this loud boom. We turned and there was fire shooting through the air and the ground was shaking. There was a roar and a thud-thud sound. A horde of those freaks swarmed around a corner and we opened fire, I even threw a few pieces of plywood in there when my gun jammed up on me.

We cut through them, but they kept coming. Slashing and shrieking all the while. I don't know what it was, but some tentacle thing slung out and grabbed DJ. He was a big guy too, but it pulled him right in. We all fired up at the open window where it was coming from and must have done something, because it let him go, but he fell right into a group of these damn things.

My heart was pounding, I was probably being stupid, but I ran right in there to make sure he was okay, maybe that thing was still strangling him! Looking back now, I guess they must have covered me from behind, but I ran in and DJ was lying on the ground, I thought he was dead. I don't know quite what happened next.

a searing pain flashed right through me and I hot the ground, hard. I looked back up and one of those things was on top of me, kicking and snarling. I swing my bat and knocked her jaw right off right as help arrived. Two or three of the guys came in and got me up, we rushed towards DJ, it all happened so fast.

He seemed confused, but stood up and started firing. There were even more of these things now. I guess the smelled us, or heard the ruckus or whatever, but they were coming at us. It freaked me out, though, they ran right past us! Right friggin' past us!

We turned and they were running right for the others. It was bad, I could just make out Simon and Veronica. They had some kind of green...slime crap all over them. I was still firing blindly when the ground started to shake again.

I turned back, right as a Buick rolled right past me. I did a double-take back and caught a glimpse of something big. I started to run back before I could even see it. Then, this giant thing pushed through the rest of them and landed on it's knuckles, roaring. It swung that huge arm at me and I went right down.

I was out, I don't know how long, couldn't have been more than ten seconds, but that hulking thing went right over me, on towards the rest of them. I couldn't stand, I thought I was dead. I got so mad, I couldn't see, all the sweat and blood in my eyes. I just shot at this monster as it chased them down, all I could hear were screams.

Then someone grabbed me, pulled me to the curb and sat me up. I thought it might've been DJ, I even thanked DJ, but I looked and saw someone else. He was long, like he was tall, but not overly stocky. even from down there I'd say he had to be about 6' 4". He wore these huge black boots, up to his knees and he wore a kilt. This guy wore a friggin' kilt.

I've always knew all the mountain towns were full of Irish and Scottish Immigrants, all the West-Coast immigrants who settled there in the forties. I guessed he was just heading to safety himself, just like us. One of those freaks rushed at us and I raised by gun, but to my surprise he jabbed the thing right in the cheek and it went right down. He just pulled his hat down and said to sit there and I'd be alright. I just nodded, probably had the dumbest look on my face.

I saw his long trench coat, or duster, or whatever you call it, dart up behind him like a set of wings and I heard him open fire from a minigun, a god-damn minigun! just firing away as I blacked out. I don't know what he did, but the roars and screams were over when I came to.

He was kneeling, looking at me saying something. I instinctively said "yeah, I'm up, I'm alright" and tried to stand. Pain shot through my leg, I looked down and it was all bandaged up. he lifted me up and brought me over towards this big rusty truck, like an army truck or something. He set me inside and I felt real sick for a second, then dizzy. couldn't see where we were driving from where I was lying, but heard him ask me my name.

I stammered something out, but I guess he understood, because he said "You had quite a fight back there, Ian, try not to move too much, you'll be alright soon." I just kind of smiled, realizing I was safe, but then it hit me - where was everyone else. I tried to sit up, ready to ask, but saw everyone else right beside me. DJ, Jody, Simon, Veronica and Connor. We made it, we actually made it. There were even people I didn't know there.

I felt myself about to pass out again and I just smiled and said "Thanks for coming down from the mountains to save us." and all I got from him before I blacked out was "Nah, I came here to find some old friends, I grew up in a little house on Fulton street, out west a bit. I'm sort of..." and that's all I got.

If he was one of you guys, thank him for me. I know that if he hadn't showed up and did whatever he did, we'd all have bought the farm right then and there. It was unreal, like an Guardian Angel, you know. He showed up just in time, thank him for me."




All of the survivors who could recall the man who had saved them recounted him in similar detail. It is believed that the extraordinary accounts of his feats however, may have been brought on by the stress and emotion of the entire ordeal.
One tale even claimed he was seen splitting the heads of the infected with his bare hands. Another claimed that a mutated infected attempted to capture him, only to be caught itself, and pulled from off of a balcony by it's prehensile tongue.
There is little information to whom this man was, only speculations that he was of Irish descent, presumably from the Irish immigrants in CIllinois and that he traveled to Pennsylvania in an attempt to contact or find the whereabouts of associates, or quite possibly family. He is described as being tall and most reports state he carried a large rifle or machine gun, though some have gone far enough to claim he wielded a sword or chainsaw. One singular account states that he introduced himself as 'Tedson' and gossip about him over the past week has simply shortened his name to "Chicago Ted".

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Unc0nn3ct3d [2009-04-27 00:11:46 +0000 UTC]

I freakin' KNEW it ! Chicago ted is Teh thirteen thirty-seven !

Nice piece of fanart ! definitely a fav :3

I'm so lovin' this one! <=3

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