Few words can express what I am feeling at the moment.
First I'd like to say this is really sad, sadder than any game on Blockland probably should be, but then again Bluzone was always a little more that just a game on blockland. I also feel bad, because I feel like I to, contributed to bring Bluzone down, unintentionally I assure you.
Awdax was always the doomsayer, and looky here, we got doom. We should have listen to you, Awdax.
Kniaz I'd like to thank you personally for choosing me to be an administrator on your server. That really really meant, and means, a lot to me. It taught me a lot, and I still have more to learn, but "What is one small step for Bluzone(adding an admin), is one leap for Capt'n." Now I'll probably be very permaban happy xD
I hope you found me as good of an admin as you thought I would be, I hope I haven't disappointed you in anyway. One thing about Bluzone, it always made you strive to be the best RPer you possibly could. I'll never walk into an RP server feeling the same again.
When you start making the next Bluzone*** call me or something. I am sure n 2 years my building skill will be right where I want them. I already can't wait for it, so don't you go dieing on us or anything. Nobody can do it like Kniaz can.
A little story to finish off my characters:
Marley "Yellow" McGee
Marley McGee later died from the wounds the Mutalid inflicted on him. Hey lay in 3A, the very bed he had "claimed" the first time he stumbled into the Bluzone. His story to be forgotten like so many men before him. As he lay there, knowing his time way near, he reached for his radio, for one last transmission. "Roxxi, I'v always had a special place in my heart for you. And before I go, I just thought you should know this. Abram thank you for your last act of saving me, even though it didn't end well. A thanks to the late Tyler, my first friend in the Bluzone. Stay well survivors. And for the friends I'v lost, for the survivor that have died, and for all those zeds I put down. *Three shots are fired* Marley out, Cya in the after life" Marley lay still, lights growing dim, alone. He thought about all his time at the Bluzone, and the time before, concentrating on the better times, more than the worse. His better times with Kaite, better times with Mary, times where him and Crow where actually friends. On those times of innocent, because those are the only times that count. He reached into this backpack, which lay next to him, pulling out a diamond ring. "Thanks for the ring alek, to bad I never used it," and laid it down next to him. His eyes closed, and he lay still, never to move again.
Stephan "Step" O'malley
Step had a much more sad fate. After his incident with Jen, the poison, and Crow. He walked off from the Bluzone, like so many others had tried. He was headed back to the place where he could develop his love for cooking, and poison. Traveling back to his "Lab" he grumbled about how all his "friends" had used him, then found an excuse to leave him. He started cooking up his concoction of poison, taking the "little apple of death" and boiling it down, into that thick green substance once again. Thinking to himself "Maybe I will use this one Crow, for what he has done to me." A few days past, hungry day. Step was not a hunter, in fact he couldn't even set a trap, and ammo for his gun had long run out. Step now had a nice pot of poison, a deadly kind, but he set down to make one more batch, just in case. In his distraction, the hunger and brewing of hate for Crow, Jen, and Crespo, he missed one detail, and one small drop. The pot of poison was boiling away, left slightly untended, and with no lid. Already had it become thick and splattering on the sides of the pot. One splatter hit him on the forehead. "EEEEAHHH" He screamed at the pain. His skin blistered almost immediately , and burned like fire. He tripped over the self-made chair he was sitting on, and right on the pot of poison. It flowed down his cloths, blistering and burning. It melted his face nearly off, burned his back. He quickly stood and yelled obscurity. Hes eyes eaten by the poison, he fell yet again, but this time into the fire. His cloths caught fire, his already melted skin flamed up. He crawled, the stood, then ran, leaving a trail of slimy green, and charcoal'd skin, all on fire. Step O'malley laid dead in some forest, near the edge of Bluzone.
Hm...That was a little sadder than anticipated...
Well, goodbye Bluzone.
(this better not be a fricken joke)
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