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The Origins of the Wax Zombies

Our story begins in the shadowy swells of the 1940s, when the eccentric Professor Eerie Von Danzig was stationed at a top-secret UFO crash site hidden along the east coast of Australia. While the military scrambled to reverse-engineer alien tech, the good professor—curious, wild-eyed, and always a little too friendly—managed to make contact of a different kind.

Thanks to his open mind and a tin-foil hat that actually worked, Professor Von Danzig established telepathic communication with the crash survivors—an interstellar tribe of stoked, wave-obsessed beings known only as… the Wax Zombies.

Bound by a mutual love of the ocean, these otherworldly shredders and the professor became fast friends. A bunch of cosmic outcasts, surfing moonlit breaks and swapping tales of interdimensional barrels. But the Wax Zombies had a secret: a wax so grippy, so potent, it clung to boards like barnacles on a battleship. The professor was hooked.

To avoid nosy locals and paranoid government agents (aka the squares), they surfed strictly after dark, becoming legends whispered about in midnight lineups. Their wax? The stuff of myth.

Then, one day, they vanished. No trace. No goodbye. Just the salty scent of adventure lingering in the air.

Fast forward to today…

A mysterious young surfer known only as Kenny Slayter has been spotted dropping into mutant slabs under cover of night—his board slicked with an eerily familiar wax. Word on the dunes is that Kenny is the grandson of the long-lost Professor Von Danzig, raised in secret and trained in the ancient alien ways of nocturnal stoke.

Is the wax back? Has the Surf Zombie legacy returned from the depths?

Some say yes. Others just call them… The Wax Zombies.