Aug 25, 2010 19:29
[Camp has generously decided that today, dinner will be breakfast. Hence, all your favorite breakfast foods are laid out on a nice buffet table. Guarded by vicious zombies and even more vicious zombie cows. Work for your food, man.
There is a gory path directly through the guardians to the cereal section of the buffet. A man emerges from it holding a shotgun in one hand and a blood-spattered box of Honey Nut Cheerios in the other, makes his way to a table, and sits down. Then he stops and looks down at his bowl.]
Yo, where's the milk?
((Intro, standard warnings apply, still learning my icons and all that. ETA: Out for the night, picking up tomorrow!))