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[whipinhand]

[you may notice several booths gathered in a semi-circle near the cabins today. a huge banner strung between two trees declares:

JOIN A FAN CLUB TODAY!

a young woman is standing and frowning at a booth manned by three zombies. posters behind them feature candid shots of her along with various signs saying "LEARN THE SECRETS OF HER WHIP!" or "

Comments

[butterflybuldge]

And what makes you worth starting a fanclub for?

[whipinhand]

I don't quite understand it myself.

[butterflybuldge]

... is that your answer? How boring! At least flail and vehemently deny the attention, or perhaps go the opposite route and boast with pride.

[whipinhand]

I'm sorry I can't be of more entertainment. I can't deny the attention since it's rather blatant, but I'm not exactly proud of it!

[butterflybuldge]

And why not? Everyone loves being paid attention to.

[whipinhand]

I'd rather have a peer-based acknowledgment of my accomplishments and not a . . . fan club.

[butterflybuldge]

But they're so much fun! So much love and attention, how can you say no?

[whipinhand]

I'd rather earn it, thank you very much. For them to go to this extent - there's no reason.

[butterflybuldge]

So you've done nothing at all to earn it?

[whipinhand]

Here? Nothing at all.

Though I did manage to destroy the majority of the zombies those three were with.

[butterflybuldge]

Uninteresting.

[whipinhand]

Not everything can have a fantastic story behind it.