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An apocalyptic, comedic tale of an elderly woman with a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Feel free to comment on Madge's journey! Each update will be in a spoiler tag, eventually.
[div class=wrappernoborder]Misadventures of Old Madge[div class=header][/div]
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"Don't you go treatin' me like I'm some old hag. Why, I'm a foxy young thing."
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[div class=accord][/div]Synopsis
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It's tough being eighty-four, but in Madge's opinion it still means that she's twenty-nine and better looking than the Queen of England. She has a knack for being in the wrong places at the wrong time, and a luck that is as indecisive as her deceased husband. At least she's upbeat about it! Follow Madge as she slips off into a zombie, action-packed adventure. Let's hope she remembered her false teeth this time...
Genre(s): Science Fiction/Horror/Action
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[div class=accord][/div]About Madge
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Created long ago from an apocalyptic RP forum...
Madge is a busty, curvaceous woman with milk-gray eyes. Her hair, an untamed beast, is doused in white, and her skin is lightly kissed by the sun. She fancies gold jewelry, cat-fur-covered clothing, and pea coats. In fact, she's often found wearing a tattered, brown pea-coat, a ratty, red scarf, and gold-rimmed glasses with a flashy gold necklace. Before the zombie outbreak, Madge worked at a morgue in Seattle, Washington. For a time, she also worked a side job as a seasonal veterinarian assistant where she would “rescue” sheltered cats from their cages. However, after twenty-two cats went missing within a few months, she was caught, fired, and found another side job at the local bar as a bouncer. There, she worked in the morgue and bar for twenty plus years before the outbreak.
Not one to accept her age, Madge (or "Mad" or "Maddie" as she sometimes likes to go by) is a mouthy, bold, and daring firecracker who will attempt at anything to prove to others that she is indeed still twenty-five and kicking. She's not one to keep to herself and has a poor habit of speaking her mind. Disgusted by those who treat her differently based on age, she fancies proving others wrong, but this usually leads to pain, mistakes, or arguments. Every now and then she's as stubborn as a mule and doesn't fancy taking no for an answer; however, if a handsome young fellow happens to tell her no, she may listen. At times she fancies humming a tune from her childhood or from a commercial jingle that she'd happened across before the zombie outbreak (such as Jitterbug). While working at the morgue she has grown accustomed to dirty, graphics scenes and death. However, the sight of blood still makes her squeamish. With her job at the bar, she's a timid drinker. A shot of alcohol will easily get her drunk.
She doesn’t remember names or dates well, and she makes up for this by deeming everyone either a Tall Glass of Whiskey (men) or a Tall Glass of Milk (women).
When it comes to her background, well it's rather simple...
Madge was born in Germany in the middle of a sleazy, love hotel, and later raised in the States. Not fond of her family due to their laid back and needy attitude, she'd rather talk for hours about cats and handsome, young fellows than politics and hipster lingo, she moved away at the ripe age of twenty. A week in Seattle, Washington, she married a Tyler Rush Valeran in a casino. Mr. Valeran died from lung cancer after fifty years of a shaky marriage. After his death, she collected a wide variety of fluffy cats and named each of them Fluffy-McFluffington One through Twenty-Two. Through her marriage she had been accused of fifteen affairs, one of them being a coworker at the morgue who passed after the discovery of her affair (she did not kill the man).
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[div class=accord][/div]Madge's Inventory
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Knitting Needle x2
Pepper Spray
Kahr Arms P380
A faux-leather purse full of yarn, mint gum, chocolate coin candy, catnip, and Kleenex
Jitterbug Cellphone that has five minutes of call time, no data, and a dead battery
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