United Aerospace Corp
Not sure if this is an alternate universe thing but us four discovered some disturbing things. A PDA (private digital assistant) in the lab pocket of a zombie that had made it deep into the levels of Hell.
Pretty impressive. It had a cardio-step counter and the zombie went a hundred miles before its left half was smooshed by one of those lowering platforms. We're not sure what those platforms are for. Does hell need beings to be flat at random? Do pinkies like licking fruit on the wall?
Anywho, the PDA had illegally copied documents on how UAC administrators seemed to be ordering HUMAN SKULLS from Earth. Good lord.
There were also eight gigabytes of lesbian porn. And a gigabyte of furry porn. Or so it was labeled. My tail floofed out at this; but it turns out it was a thousand pictures of Second Life giraffe-guys doing jumping jacks.
Someone had serious problems.
Pretty impressive. It had a cardio-step counter and the zombie went a hundred miles before its left half was smooshed by one of those lowering platforms. We're not sure what those platforms are for. Does hell need beings to be flat at random? Do pinkies like licking fruit on the wall?
Anywho, the PDA had illegally copied documents on how UAC administrators seemed to be ordering HUMAN SKULLS from Earth. Good lord.
There were also eight gigabytes of lesbian porn. And a gigabyte of furry porn. Or so it was labeled. My tail floofed out at this; but it turns out it was a thousand pictures of Second Life giraffe-guys doing jumping jacks.
Someone had serious problems.