durr durr durrrr is more like it
[With an ashen complexion, sullen eyes, and copious amounts of gauze wrapped around his head as to better keep blood-soaked cotton pads in place against parallel temporal wounds, Trueman looks like he's a little late for Halloween.
Until, upon closer inspection, one realizes that it is not makeup that he is wearing.
He is, for whatever reason, sitting on a bench with a lush bouquet of flowers and a half-empty bottle of bacardi 151.
And that bacardi was most definitely not used to sterilize any wounds, as evident by his frequent slurred murmuring to himself.]
...Perhaps I should simply resign myself to this, and venture over to Kidcon 2010 for the duration...
...What a villain I could be...
A zombie villain.
Until, upon closer inspection, one realizes that it is not makeup that he is wearing.
He is, for whatever reason, sitting on a bench with a lush bouquet of flowers and a half-empty bottle of bacardi 151.
And that bacardi was most definitely not used to sterilize any wounds, as evident by his frequent slurred murmuring to himself.]
...Perhaps I should simply resign myself to this, and venture over to Kidcon 2010 for the duration...
...What a villain I could be...
A zombie villain.