[There seems to be a shortage of zombies in camp today. If you choose to follow the trail of gnawed on limbs to the outskirts of the forest, you'll find there is a very good reason for that absence.
... for varying interpretations of 'good.'
The more mobile zombies have been herded into a group and are apparently re-enacting the
Thriller Dance. Their more chewed upon friends are droning tunelessly in time.
It should surprise no one that a certain Pumpkin King is leading the dance.]
That's it -- left, then right -- you've got it now! And jump -- no, stop stop stop. Someone's in tune.
((saaaaaaaveme@gmail.com for questions, queries, concerns! ETA: slowing down -- study calls! Will still be continuing/picking up threads -- feel free to comment whenever!))