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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:12 am] |
OH GROSS. Ohmygod I'm so not getting bit this time. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:31 am] |
What, really? Zombies? Aw come on. I was just hearing that the crime rate was starting to drop again...
Oh well! I'm going to try not to get eaten on the way to the studio tomorrow. I've been working on some good stuff, I plan to continue working, and no freaky undead legions are going to get in my way. :D |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:55 am] |
These zombie outbreaks are getting... What's that word? Clich... Cl... Overplayed. Whatever. Give me something that puts up a fight for fuck's sake.
This is disgustingly easy. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:03 am] |
NRRRR BRAIIIINZZZZ GRRR ARGHHHAHAHA CHAOS!!!!!!
brainmeats! dey don't want miiiiiine~
nyaha, squish snap growl splat! zombies are marching onnnnn! |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:41 am] |
I've recently been made aware that the levels of ick outside have gotten out of hand. The shuffling hoards are much less adept at breaking into the lab than certain previous epidemics, so I've had time to bake some very special cookies.
If certain rotting creatures are bothering you, I would not mind sending one or two killbots to forcibly shove delicious mind control cookies down their throats. If there's enough left of the brain, the creature should peaceably make its way to my location on its own, where it can be safely quarantined for future experimental procedures. However, the formula was originally intended for living humans and some tests have yielded, eh, violent results... Anyway. It should be fine.
Cookies, anyone? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:59 am] |
For the record?
Zombies are not simply misunderstood, and talking to them does not help matters whatsoever.
Also? Ichor burns them like acid. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:34 am] |
Oh are YOU just a peach, Scratchy-boy. Can't break the bet, but sure as hell poke around the corners. So what, can't have my soul, so dumping me in another world is legit?
Love the fine print there. And by tornado, no less. Dramatic.
The welcoming committee, on the other hand, needs some work. Terrifying me by stench doesn't work after the cannery jobs and one good hit by with a baseball bat gets my point across with them. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|03:54 pm] |
The shambling legions of the undead, again? This is ridiculous.
And my sister isn't here to save me this time... still, I doubt they can take on a wheelchair. This thing has its uses. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|06:57 pm] |
For those of you concerned about Ed's well-being, don't be. Nothing dead or living has gotten near the Bebop, and as long as I'm standing, they never will.
For those of you who need shelter, the Bebop is the large ship in London surrounded by burnt corpses. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|08:30 pm] |
Mo? Dustfinger? You're both alright I hope.
I'm with a friend in Dallas, at the book depository of all places, she figured this would be the best place to teach me to shoot. I'm actually doing quite well at it, better than I would have thought.
And what does it say that when we heard there were zombies my first reaction was: "Oh? What kind?" |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
If there's anyone still looking for a safe place, my taverna's still holding up: [address]. It's on a Greek island, and the zombies aren't coming anywhere nearby.
I don't think they can swim. Either that, or that old Greek lady who shouts a lot has scared them all off... can zombies even be scared? I wonder. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
Okay, setting the recycle oil collection bin on fire to keep the hordes of shambling undead at bay wasn't the best idea ever, but it worked, and we managed to get the restaurant closed up before any of them could get in.
Good a place as any to wait out a siege, really. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
My establishment is secure. If anyone needs a place, come to {address}. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
Frankie. I am shamed that I did not think to try and contact you sooner. I do hope you are all right? Please let me know.
If you should need assistance, I would come to you in a moment's notice. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
What do zombies care about a dance studio?
They've trashed the place.
Mackenzie? Marsden? You kids all right? |
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