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Right.
Okay.
I can deal with the zombies, the toucans, the gorillas, the underwear-obsessed gnomes, the bats, the food, and the mud. Hell, I have even managed to form a sort of truce with the tentacle monster. I have grown fond, even, of whatever it is out in the woods that makes those hiccoughing, giggling, slurping noises at night.
Things started going south a few hours before dawn. I was heading down towards the dock to prepare for The Plan, when I encountered what appeared to be a werewolf:
Closer inspection revealed that, yes, it was in fact, a werewolf.
The second picture is a little blurry because I was screaming like a little girl while flailiing like a ninny running away.
I think my camera peed itself around then, because my hands have Polaroid chemicals on them.
That was by no means the worst thing that happened today, though.
I was trying to get my knees to stop shaking headed to the mess hall for some water when I wobbled walked right into this:
It is a group of /organized/ zombies. Words cannot begin to describe the combination of horror, confusion, morbid fascination, and fear that this scene provoked within my poor jaded soul.
Notice the leader, in red. I hardly realized that the formation was inching closer to me with every movement. This must be some sort of new hunting technique the zombies have discovered: a sort of "shock and awe" tactic that mesmerizes curious onlookers (who doubtless have tastier brains). I escaped with my life, though my dignity was, sadly, a casualty.
It was at this point that the zombies began moving forward in earnest.
Please to be watching the one in red.
Yes, you are seeing correctly.
I believe one of the Uchihas walked by at this point, distracting the leader and enabling me to make my speedy, if ungraceful, exit.
Uchiha Sasuke: Keep your perverted, and apparently undead, BDSM-loving, snake-groping, musical-theater-obsessing master the hell away from me. Never mind the fact that he has also apparently decided he would like to become a Soul Brother.
Because of extreme emotional distress on my part, The Plan will not begin until /tomorrow/ morning. I would like to know who will be attending to take part in the proceedings, though, as I have come to realize that much ammunition will be needed, including some silver-laced shot. So please reply here.
...Does anyone happen to have some Valium on hand? Or Morphine?
...Horse tranquilizers?
Okay.
I can deal with the zombies, the toucans, the gorillas, the underwear-obsessed gnomes, the bats, the food, and the mud. Hell, I have even managed to form a sort of truce with the tentacle monster. I have grown fond, even, of whatever it is out in the woods that makes those hiccoughing, giggling, slurping noises at night.
Things started going south a few hours before dawn. I was heading down towards the dock to prepare for The Plan, when I encountered what appeared to be a werewolf:
Closer inspection revealed that, yes, it was in fact, a werewolf.
The second picture is a little blurry because I was screaming like a little girl while flailiing like a ninny running away.
I think my camera peed itself around then, because my hands have Polaroid chemicals on them.
That was by no means the worst thing that happened today, though.
I was trying to get my knees to stop shaking headed to the mess hall for some water when I wobbled walked right into this:
It is a group of /organized/ zombies. Words cannot begin to describe the combination of horror, confusion, morbid fascination, and fear that this scene provoked within my poor jaded soul.
Notice the leader, in red. I hardly realized that the formation was inching closer to me with every movement. This must be some sort of new hunting technique the zombies have discovered: a sort of "shock and awe" tactic that mesmerizes curious onlookers (who doubtless have tastier brains). I escaped with my life, though my dignity was, sadly, a casualty.
It was at this point that the zombies began moving forward in earnest.
Please to be watching the one in red.
Yes, you are seeing correctly.
I believe one of the Uchihas walked by at this point, distracting the leader and enabling me to make my speedy, if ungraceful, exit.
Uchiha Sasuke: Keep your perverted, and apparently undead, BDSM-loving, snake-groping, musical-theater-obsessing master the hell away from me. Never mind the fact that he has also apparently decided he would like to become a Soul Brother.
Because of extreme emotional distress on my part, The Plan will not begin until /tomorrow/ morning. I would like to know who will be attending to take part in the proceedings, though, as I have come to realize that much ammunition will be needed, including some silver-laced shot. So please reply here.
...Does anyone happen to have some Valium on hand? Or Morphine?
...Horse tranquilizers?