001 // it's a hard knock life
[ Phone: ]
Sup. First order of business, everyone calm the fuck down and let the professionals handle this. You know, the guys who've actually spent time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I'm so in my element right now I'm crossing over into all the other ones, shit's just crazy.
And since I worked at a Best Buy for a week back in the day [ is that a lie? who even knows ], my job's gonna be to lead a rag-tag team to survival with my wit and charming attitude. Team Nougat's gonna be free-range in the way that means if you can't handle yourself, you're fucked. I'm just the supervisor, can't be everywhere at once. Sorry kids, won't be providing sack lunches either.
Go on and volunteer, folks. [ Annnd nope, not checking in on any Daves nopenope. Little man either answers or he doesn't; Bro's got shit to handle and he trained him to be prepared for this kind of bullshit. ]
[ Action: Alternatively, Mr. Strider can be found running around outside kicking zombie ass literally at any time, on any event day. Flexibility is key. Staying inside can be left to everyone else, he's taking full advantage of this situation while something is happening for a change. Unfortunately he doesn't have his sword back at this time, and he's pretty sure that his backup plan of picking one off of Deadpool's Poopking's remains won't go through. But that's okay, there's still plenty of fun to be had now that something is actually happening. He'll just use the rake he found around the house.
...and whatever else he feels like using. Tires, irons, kitchen knives- if it can make a kill, then why not?
Bump into him anywhere! Running down the street. Running down another street. On a car, in the park, on your front lawn- possibilities are endless! He'll be the guy in the blue shirt with a shitty yellow store-logo-blob painted on the breast pocket.
Because that's just how you survive. ]
Sup. First order of business, everyone calm the fuck down and let the professionals handle this. You know, the guys who've actually spent time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I'm so in my element right now I'm crossing over into all the other ones, shit's just crazy.
And since I worked at a Best Buy for a week back in the day [ is that a lie? who even knows ], my job's gonna be to lead a rag-tag team to survival with my wit and charming attitude. Team Nougat's gonna be free-range in the way that means if you can't handle yourself, you're fucked. I'm just the supervisor, can't be everywhere at once. Sorry kids, won't be providing sack lunches either.
Go on and volunteer, folks. [ Annnd nope, not checking in on any Daves nopenope. Little man either answers or he doesn't; Bro's got shit to handle and he trained him to be prepared for this kind of bullshit. ]
[ Action: Alternatively, Mr. Strider can be found running around outside kicking zombie ass literally at any time, on any event day. Flexibility is key. Staying inside can be left to everyone else, he's taking full advantage of this situation while something is happening for a change. Unfortunately he doesn't have his sword back at this time, and he's pretty sure that his backup plan of picking one off of Deadpool's Poopking's remains won't go through. But that's okay, there's still plenty of fun to be had now that something is actually happening. He'll just use the rake he found around the house.
...and whatever else he feels like using. Tires, irons, kitchen knives- if it can make a kill, then why not?
Bump into him anywhere! Running down the street. Running down another street. On a car, in the park, on your front lawn- possibilities are endless! He'll be the guy in the blue shirt with a shitty yellow store-logo-blob painted on the breast pocket.
Because that's just how you survive. ]