| Introduced: | Dance of the Dead | Related Quests: | Zombie Butler Quest |
Old Gravestone
- Value: ???
- Burden: Unknown
- Bergbottom Hooberstunk P.Y.1-P.Y.28. Creator of Dereth's first automated chopping device. Rest in Pieces.
Notes
- Appears as a random spawn on the landscape of Osteth.
- Best chance for spawn tends to be after a server reset. These appear even when the Halloween Season is not occurring.
- Double click to get a spawn of about 10 Old Zombies, level depends on what area you are in.
- Spawn with various inscriptions (see below).
Inscriptions
- Bergbottom Hooberstunk P.Y.1-P.Y.28. Creator of Dereth's first automated chopping device. Rest in Pieces.
- Here lies Thungo the Stupid who mistook a Zefir for a mythological Isparian creature called a Fairy. Zefirs, it seems do not like to be petted and put in your pocket.
- Lilly Vanspooter. PY34 - PY34. Lilly refused to believe in what she called a delusional fantasy world she had somehow stumbled into. A passing figment of her imagination decided that she looked tasty and promptly ate her.
- Here I sit upon this grave. Making my own inscription. What's that noise I'm hearing now. Oh no it's aaaaaraarrrrrrghhhhh!!! --Sir Not Appearing in this Grave
- Sundren Tableton's last words: "Bartender another round fer me and thish fine gentleman Ulgrim!"
- Here lies Adam the amateur bunny tamer, if only he'd found a tamer bunny.
- Here lies Yew-Soun, one of the many sons of Yew-Attano son of Yew-GonaDi. Some day Yew-to may rest here beside him.
- An inscription carved in haste to mark those who go to waste.
- Here lies Kerbelis the Indecisive. He finally finished something.
- The resting place of the world greatest cook. He was preparing his masterpiece a cake so light and fluffy it was like a cloud. Unfortunately he forgot to turn off the Hooberstunk Chop-o-matic. It was the last Mist Cake he ever made.
- Here lies Drago the Flat. He met a Tremendous Monouga before he found a lifestone.
- This space left intentionally blank.
- Here lies Thomas the Butcher, he was a Cleaver fellow.
- Here lie the bones of Fibber McGee. He died at the age of one hundred and three. Never told the truth when lie could he. He lies still now... --Signed Fibber McGee