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In the deep woods, something stirs. A coffin is broken. A tomb opens wide.
In their hordes, its servants gather, pink fur groomed, switchblades gleaming. They are a numberless swarm, and more gather with each passing moment. The dead, too, gather to pay homage.
Woe unto you, Camp Fuck You Die, for the Zombie Savior has come.
((What holiday would be complete without a bossfight? In this case, battle Zombie Jesus and his hordes of bunny minions.
Side note: Fran is unlikely to appear in this post.))
((ETA: Zombie Jesus has been defeated!))
In their hordes, its servants gather, pink fur groomed, switchblades gleaming. They are a numberless swarm, and more gather with each passing moment. The dead, too, gather to pay homage.
Woe unto you, Camp Fuck You Die, for the Zombie Savior has come.
((What holiday would be complete without a bossfight? In this case, battle Zombie Jesus and his hordes of bunny minions.
Side note: Fran is unlikely to appear in this post.))
((ETA: Zombie Jesus has been defeated!))