Apr 24, 2009 15:31
My, my. There's been a number of recent additions to Camp lately, hasn't there? Let's make this clear once more for those who haven't already heard.
New Campers and Counselors, belated welcome to Camp Fuck You Die. I am Doctor Franken Stein--no, not the one from the novel, if you know of it. The screw in my head may or may not give that away. In any case, I have been hired here by the Camp's Director as the Zombie Repair-Man. As such, a few requests and possible pointers if you don't want me to show up in your room one night to take on a few new... studies.
First of all, I would like to request that you do not use zombies as target practice. This may be hard for you all to grasp, since they are rather pathetic creatures to begin with. Second of all, if you can't keep from doing this, I request that you at least leave the pieces of the zombie behind big enough so that it or I myself can reassemble it. I would rather not have to deal with minuscule pieces that were left behind by explosions.
In all actuality, however, you'd probably find the gorillas more engaging if you're looking to spar with the wildlife. Even better, there's always our dear Marcy that you can go hand-to-tentacle with. She might be lonely since no one really plays with her that much except for me on the occasion ♥.
Finally, and most importantly: No. You may not touch my screw. End of discussion. If you're that morbidly fascinated by it, I can always give you one of your own.
Any questions?
((Mad scientist is threeeead droppy~ poke me later if you want to continue. for now... just... dropping most if not all threads~))