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[bitingcynicism]

[Tonight, emerging from deep in the cornfields, there is a young man. A young man who has been liberally splashed in zombie blood and other ichor and whose eyes glow a flickering red. At his side, is a smoking gun, which he's proceeding to reload, even as his eyes scan the rows of corn for more targets. He also looks completely exhausted to the point of fumbling a bullet or two...]

(OOC: Ok the emopire is dead for the night. I will pick up all threads tomorrow. Thanks for making this a super-helpful post, guys. Back!)