And then the plasma cannon started singing.
Oh boy, where to begin?
Okay so I had weird dreams last night. Or rather, one specific weird dream. It was sort of post-zombie apocalypse, but everone was on motorcycles. Even the zombies. And we (unspecified group of survivor-people) were in a forest and trying to pass a boom-gate that was randomly on the forest path for no reason to get to our rebel leader who had infiltrated the enemy base and we were in a hurry because zombies on motorcycles were chasing us and...explosions happened, I'm not quite sure how or why, but half-burned living carcasses were flying around and then we were inside the enemies' space station.
Space station.
In a forest.
Anyway, it was full of security robots and random mine fields and crates and...everything was grainy, like bad graphics. In short, it was System Shock. But the rebel leader wasn't there, probably already dead, and when we tried to disable some security related thingy it turned out a trap. We would have still won, thanks to my arm doubling as a plasma cannon, when a huge gun turret springs up behind us and....starts rapping.
About peace.
In the middle of a fight.
With zombies and cyborgs.
On a space station.
In a forest.
Yeah. That's when I was woken up..
Well, at least it wasn't as bad as some of my previous experiences.
Oh, and we went to do some pre-christmas shopping today. You know that horrible Christmas muzak, which is ten times worse than regular mall muzak? They aren't playing that here. At all. In fact, I was puzzled when browsing the pizza section "...are those..bagpipes!?"
Turns out they were playing Schandmaul. In a mall.
Fucking Schandmaul.
The badass metre shot through the roof. I mean, seriously.
Oh god I am tired.
Hugs out, people.
Okay so I had weird dreams last night. Or rather, one specific weird dream. It was sort of post-zombie apocalypse, but everone was on motorcycles. Even the zombies. And we (unspecified group of survivor-people) were in a forest and trying to pass a boom-gate that was randomly on the forest path for no reason to get to our rebel leader who had infiltrated the enemy base and we were in a hurry because zombies on motorcycles were chasing us and...explosions happened, I'm not quite sure how or why, but half-burned living carcasses were flying around and then we were inside the enemies' space station.
Space station.
In a forest.
Anyway, it was full of security robots and random mine fields and crates and...everything was grainy, like bad graphics. In short, it was System Shock. But the rebel leader wasn't there, probably already dead, and when we tried to disable some security related thingy it turned out a trap. We would have still won, thanks to my arm doubling as a plasma cannon, when a huge gun turret springs up behind us and....starts rapping.
About peace.
In the middle of a fight.
With zombies and cyborgs.
On a space station.
In a forest.
Yeah. That's when I was woken up..
Well, at least it wasn't as bad as some of my previous experiences.
Oh, and we went to do some pre-christmas shopping today. You know that horrible Christmas muzak, which is ten times worse than regular mall muzak? They aren't playing that here. At all. In fact, I was puzzled when browsing the pizza section "...are those..bagpipes!?"
Turns out they were playing Schandmaul. In a mall.
Fucking Schandmaul.
The badass metre shot through the roof. I mean, seriously.
Oh god I am tired.
Hugs out, people.