Pals 4 Life of the DEAD

WELCOME TO PALS 4 LIFE Skibidi your last toilet, fag, this ain’t creative mode. Day one? You punch grass. Day seven? Rizz up your tools, gaslight the zombies, and gatekeep the loot—trust no one, not even yourself. This server runs on vibes, drywall, and leftover trauma. If you see a player T-posing in the distance… run. That’s OP. He hasn’t blinked in three blood moons. This ain’t survival, this is P4L lore now faggot.

Welcome to the Pals 4 Life Server, where the zombies are down bad and the survivors are worse. Skibidi your way out of the spawn zone and find a house that doesn’t smell like expired meat. You’ve got 7 days to become a giga or become dinner—no in-between. Loot fast, build loud, and if you see Kevin… pretend you didn’t. Good luck. You&39;re one of us now. No refunds. No peace. P4L forever, baybee.