[ Giles had been doing what he did best for the majority of ZombieCon : Oregon Edition-- fighting the good fight as best he could, keeping out of the way and saving those who needed saving. Having had a bullet removed from his arse beforehand didn't exactly work in his favour, but that's where years, decades of practice with swordsmanship came ( Read more... )

[ The early afternoon is the best time of day, Giles has always felt. You can relax, feel the heat of the day cool down around you, and in their current situation, just chill on a wagon with Little Miss Slayer by your side. They've been chatting for awhile now, and the video feed cuts on to display Giles' frowning face, muttering under his ( Read more... )

[ Click! Oregon, we have Giles. It's clear someone's not too happy about all this, but after a few days of observation and recon, there's really nothing to say about it all but yup, Oregon Trail, and yup, very much stuck here. Without books. Without knowledge.

Without tea. He purses his lips, regaining his composure, and begins to speak. ]I must ( Read more... )