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[renovateyourass]

[somewhere in camp, there is a very angry someone beating a zombie with a folding chair.

...

it appears to be Marilyn Monroe]

((slowing down for now, will pick up after sleep!))

Comments

[junesdevotee]

[appears at a safe distance!]

Are you playing dress up again?

[renovateyourass]

[stops whacking the zombie on the head that is not something a little girl should watch]

What? N-no, and don't say it like I do it all the time!

[junesdevotee]

You're not? Oh. [appears a little disappointed] But you look so pretty!

[renovateyourass]

...really?

[thecarisboring]

[okay, even I recognize who you look like]

Um. I can appreciate the sentiment, but I think it went past undead to mulch five minutes ago.

[renovateyourass]

Tch...yeah, guess so.

[gives it one last kick, though >:(]

[thecarisboring]

So... camp in general, or did that one do something to deserve it?

[renovateyourass]

Camp.

[got_axed]

[... isn't that special]

[renovateyourass]

[this zombie is definitely dead. She turns to find another one and sees you]

...uh.

[got_axed]

... who're you 'sposed to be?

[renovateyourass]

...It ain't important.

[iwassooworried]

...Miss? I'm sure it's, ah...safe?

[renovateyourass]

...No shit. It ain't like these things're dangerous anyway.

[iwassooworried]

Well, I suppose that's true...but there's no need to beat a dead h-zombie? Er.

[renovateyourass]

...tch, guess not.

[stops]

[sistercomplex]

. . . [but why.]

[renovateyourass]

[well why NOT]

[sistercomplex]

[reason one of many: hygiene.]

[renovateyourass]

[I'm not getting any zombie on me.

well, not much anyway]