Scott Pilgrim Vs. The Undead
[It had been a fantasy, nay, a dream that he had sought after. Yes, literally sought after. Scott loved zombies. They were, in his mind, the ultimate monster. They lacked the humanistic draw of vampires, the turmoil that came with the Wolf-man. Zombies were not quite human, but still very much like him or any one else he knew. Any one could become one, and you didn't need to be tackled by some creepy dude from Transylvania or be touched by some dude in ace bandages to succumb to their "terrible curse".
He had seen every zombie movie known to man, even the God-awful ones found in the bargain bin at Wal-Mart. Scott knew the different types, how to survive an outbreak, and how to continue after. He'd played the games, lived the dream in his head, and now was his big chance to finally play "Hero" in this city. THIS was an opportunity that Scott could not waste.
Immediately going for a rucksack in the closet of his apartment bedroom, Scott grabbed the essentials for any zombie attack:
1.)A flashlight w/ spare batteries
2.)A length of rope
3.)A canteen w/ 2 days worth of water
4.)A loaf of bread
5.)A fresh change of underwear and socks
6.)A pen
7.)A picture he drew of Morrigan (to remind him of what he's fighting for)
8.)His wristbands
9.)His acoustic guitar
10.)A copy of the Resident Evil 2 Strategy Guide, which he managed to find some how for no adequately explained reason.
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[When all of the items he requires are packed and the sack now over his shoulders, Scott steps outside of the apartment and turns his pocket watch on.]
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(VIDEO)
[There has never been a face with more seriousness and joy at the same time before.]
"Morrigan! Babe! Where are you RIGHT NOW?
Iris! You still there?! Where are you as well?!
Lukas, bro. You're a demon. You got this.
Tavbro! Not sure if you're still kickin' either, but give me the down low on your place, bro!
And Switzerland, as I should properly call you at this time. Don't bother using your gun. You have any blades in that arsenal of yours?"
[On the other side of the video, Scott begins to wince in pain as a bright light begins to emit from his chest. The handle of a sword, without causing any visible injury to him, rises out from his upper-body. With a free hand, Scott grabs the handle and wrenches forth a blade made entirely of light. With a belch, he looks back to the camera, a more fevered look of determination now on his face.]
"Ruby City.. You wanna' live through this, you follow Scott Pilgrim. I'm not just a hero, I'm YOUR one ticket into zombie freedom. Any objections? Tell it to my ass, 'cause you'll be kissing it when I'm done tonight."
He had seen every zombie movie known to man, even the God-awful ones found in the bargain bin at Wal-Mart. Scott knew the different types, how to survive an outbreak, and how to continue after. He'd played the games, lived the dream in his head, and now was his big chance to finally play "Hero" in this city. THIS was an opportunity that Scott could not waste.
Immediately going for a rucksack in the closet of his apartment bedroom, Scott grabbed the essentials for any zombie attack:
1.)A flashlight w/ spare batteries
2.)A length of rope
3.)A canteen w/ 2 days worth of water
4.)A loaf of bread
5.)A fresh change of underwear and socks
6.)A pen
7.)A picture he drew of Morrigan (to remind him of what he's fighting for)
8.)His wristbands
9.)His acoustic guitar
10.)A copy of the Resident Evil 2 Strategy Guide, which he managed to find some how for no adequately explained reason.
- - - -
[When all of the items he requires are packed and the sack now over his shoulders, Scott steps outside of the apartment and turns his pocket watch on.]
- - - -
(VIDEO)
[There has never been a face with more seriousness and joy at the same time before.]
"Morrigan! Babe! Where are you RIGHT NOW?
Iris! You still there?! Where are you as well?!
Lukas, bro. You're a demon. You got this.
Tavbro! Not sure if you're still kickin' either, but give me the down low on your place, bro!
And Switzerland, as I should properly call you at this time. Don't bother using your gun. You have any blades in that arsenal of yours?"
[On the other side of the video, Scott begins to wince in pain as a bright light begins to emit from his chest. The handle of a sword, without causing any visible injury to him, rises out from his upper-body. With a free hand, Scott grabs the handle and wrenches forth a blade made entirely of light. With a belch, he looks back to the camera, a more fevered look of determination now on his face.]
"Ruby City.. You wanna' live through this, you follow Scott Pilgrim. I'm not just a hero, I'm YOUR one ticket into zombie freedom. Any objections? Tell it to my ass, 'cause you'll be kissing it when I'm done tonight."