The Ozone Church



  • It all started with Mautar. A wise lonely and dwindling Zomesaur. The last of his kind. He had grown up feeling alien to all other species of Saurs around him. Not much you could have done with only a small handful of your species left in The Ozone. The day he was born his kind encountered a new disease. At first glance it was a minor case of the cold but within a week it would eradicate all known brain waves the carrier had. This led to vegetabalitity. A pandemic it would soon become. The disease spread across The Ozone rapidly, only effecting Zomesaurs. By the time one year had passed more than 60% of Zomesaurs were dead or infected. By two years, less than 10% of Zomesaurs remained. Containment was put in place, but even that could not stop it. It was foretold by the ancient scrolls of The Ozone, the disease would wipe out all of the Zomesaurs that lived, and if failed, apocalypse would rain down upon The Ozone. Unfortunately… it did. Because Mautar, last of the Zomesaurs, with a PHD in Pandemic Solving-ology, before he died, he had struggled vigorously to find a cure for himself… he did. But it would come at a price. A price far greater than the reward. Although the cure did save Mautar, himself, it would not save his own mental stability but it might save his race. He became filled with rage, his eyes became dull, his heart stopped beating, his logic disappeared and his stomach growled for the taste of brains.

    He became the first zombie. Mautar straggled out of his laboratory out into the lively streets of his beloved community. His eyes gazed upon the heads and hearts of the uninfected, he could smell the fear and confusion of the people around him. Watching him and his insane movements and jitters. And before anyone could ask what was wrong with him, there was a nice jagged pair of claws sinking into to someone’s brain. The first infection was made. Before long, the first outbreak. The police tried, they died. The army shot, they were fought, tooth and nail. The marines nuked, it was duked. Nothing could stop the zombies now. It was the extinction of the entire race just around the corner…

    That was until a holy spectre appeared from the sky… could it be? Are we free? Is it really? Reptar! Our Savior! Coming down from the heavens with the holy sledge, set down upon the first zombies skull, shattering its skull, piercing its brain. Reptar, as inscribed in The Sacred Scrolls of The Ozone, The King of it all, would rain his glory from the clouds above, to save the people he had loved! Reptar King of The Ozone, The Saviour, On Ice, is here to rid it all of the evil infested, zombies!

    This church has been created to bring in support for Reptar’s mission to exterminate every single living… dead son of a bitch that crosses through The Ozone. Thank you for your time. Join the movement, fight alongside Reptar.

    http://steamcommunity.com/groups/TheOzoneChurch



  • It all started with Mautar. A wise lonely and dwindling Zomesaur. The last of his kind. He had grown up feeling alien to all other species of Saurs around him. Not much you could have done with only a small handful of your species left in The Ozone. The day he was born his kind encountered a new disease. At first glance it was a minor case of the cold but within a week it would eradicate all known brain waves the carrier had. This led to vegetabalitity. A pandemic it would soon become. The disease spread across The Ozone rapidly, only effecting Zomesaurs. By the time one year had passed more than 60% of Zomesaurs were dead or infected. By two years, less than 10% of Zomesaurs remained. Containment was put in place, but even that could not stop it. It was foretold by the ancient scrolls of The Ozone, the disease would wipe out all of the Zomesaurs that lived, and if failed, apocalypse would rain down upon The Ozone. Unfortunately… it did. Because Mautar, last of the Zomesaurs, with a PHD in Pandemic Solving-ology, before he died, he had struggled vigorously to find a cure for himself… he did. But it would come at a price. A price far greater than the reward. Although the cure did save Mautar, himself, it would not save his own mental stability but it might save his race. He became filled with rage, his eyes became dull, his heart stopped beating, his logic disappeared and his stomach growled for the taste of brains.

    He became the first zombie. Mautar straggled out of his laboratory out into the lively streets of his beloved community. His eyes gazed upon the heads and hearts of the uninfected, he could smell the fear and confusion of the people around him. Watching him and his insane movements and jitters. And before anyone could ask what was wrong with him, there was a nice jagged pair of claws sinking into to someone’s brain. The first infection was made. Before long, the first outbreak. The police tried, they died. The army shot, they were fought, tooth and nail. The marines nuked, it was duked. Nothing could stop the zombies now. It was the extinction of the entire race just around the corner…

    That was until a holy spectre appeared from the sky… could it be? Are we free? Is it really? Reptar! Our Savior! Coming down from the heavens with the holy sledge, set down upon the first zombies skull, shattering its skull, piercing its brain. Reptar, as inscribed in The Sacred Scrolls of The Ozone, The King of it all, would rain his glory from the clouds above, to save the people he had loved! Reptar King of The Ozone, The Saviour, On Ice, is here to rid it all of the evil infested, zombies!

    This church has been created to bring in support for Reptar’s mission to exterminate every single living… dead son of a bitch that crosses through The Ozone. Thank you for your time. Join the movement, fight alongside Reptar.

    http://steamcommunity.com/groups/TheOzoneChurch



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