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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:42 am] |
'Weren't my fault, neither.
Just puttin' that out there.
Anyone 'round London's needin' a bit of flash t'keep the corpses off, just give a shout. Uncle John's got it covered. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:35 am] |
That's more fucking like it. Something I can obliterate.
Assuming the resort is still standing, I can head that way to help protect the girls if you need it, sexy. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
Right. Of course.
Jamie, interested in helping me take care of some zombies in the area? Or anyone at X-Factor, really. It's boring doing this stuff by yourself. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:16 am] |
There's an on-the-roof-with-guns-and-Mr.-Kinney's-blackberry contingency. We've got my block covered. We're going to get everyone to the Sign of the Weasel 3 blocks down. Judah has golems keeping the area clear. Anyone else -- get there if you can.
Where are the wolfpack kids? Can somebody with more guns or magic get to the rehab place and make sure Miniver's all right? |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:08 pm] |
Lee, do me and mom a favor and take care of the kiddo, we've got this handled.
I've got the doors and windows fixed up and we'll be on the roof if you need us. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
...Zombies.
I was not expecting that. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
It's about fucking time.
I'm going to go on the front lawn and shoot until I run out of ammo, then hit things in the head. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:54 am] |
See, this, where half the people wandering around look listless and dead?
This is the sort of night I can enjoy. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
I swear I didn't do it! This is not my fault...at least I don't think it is. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
Oh, great.
Okay, for those of you that don't know, aim for the head. Everything else is useless. Trust me, I've seen enough movies to know. And it would probably be a good idea not to have sex until this is all over. I know that's hard for some people, but seriously. Pants on until zombies are gone.
Alan, I think we should stick close to Denny. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
I need my guns back! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:08 am] |
There is a gentleman at my door, banging incessantly.
He says he wants brains? Which I find particularly peculiar. I offered tea, but he yelled at me.
Perhaps I should offer cake? |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:05 am] |
Not this again. Please god, no.
My hospital gets destroyed. Every. Fucking. Time. And now I have two.
If that happens this time? I am going fucking postal. And the hospital is officially on lockdown. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:04 am] |
Oh shit. Zombies.
Fuck yeah. I'm going to have so much fucking fun. |
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