Gender: Males  Height: (see info)  Created: April 12th, 2008

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ZOMBIES...
Oat's unfortunately has more brains than Edmund this time.
They will eat you.

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Some animals should never be ill-kept.

Bio:
Edmund & Oats have rebelled against their livestock lives, walk two-legged, talk, eat meat (most likely yours), and leave a trail of blood wherever they go. They don't know what "reason" is.
They have just slaughtered their farmer and the unwilling inhabitance there, stole the old truck, and now heading to the closest large city. Like a couple of crazed hillbillies in animal bodies, Void better be prepared to defend itself...

Info:
Edmund is a rather large but once normal hog who's had enough of their farmer's bad treatment.
Oats is an average goat size that has nightmares about being sold to a petting zoo.
Both now walk on two legs, but neither are anthro.
Both can talk, but Oats prefers to eat stuff.
Both are now twisted, meat eating, possibly cannibalistic, sadistic animals.
Edmund has more intelligence than Oats.
Oats has less self-control than Edmund.
Edmund will however slaughter anyone who refers to him as "BACON".
Oats will sometimes gnaw on himself if theres nothing else to do.
Edmund can drive (sort of) and read.
Oats can't do anything too complicated.
Both do not fear death nor understand human laws.
Oats is ever faithful to his only friend Edmund.
Edmund uses Oats merely for assistance to his twisted revenge on humans.
Both can become highly aggressive when provoked.
Edmund has to tape on whatever weapon he uses to his hoof, no hands.
Oats can use his hoofs more easily than Edmund but isn't very strong in the front legs.
Edmund is wearing an apron that use to be their farmer.
Oats can sew, if he doesn't eat the thread and needle first.
Both have three meals a day, but oats like to snack on things in between kills.

When hungry, they hunt for live prey that walks on two legs.
Let the slaughter begin...