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[painintheneck]

[If you're outside tonight, enjoying the... Camp atmosphere... you may notice a bit of a distraction going on near one of the abandoned barns. The distraction turns out to be a line of zombies carrying multiple suitcases, bird cages, boxes of old magazines and a chaise lounge inside said barn while a young woman in a white suit supervises

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[ofhisword]

I'd imagine that much should be expected from them, given their current state.

[painintheneck]

[oh. it's you.]

Apparently nobody's ever tried putting them to work before.

[ofhisword]

[it suuuuure is.]

They tend to be rather . . . fragile in some respects.

[painintheneck]

It's strange. They don't seem to serve much of a purpose.

[ohno_u_didnt]

Aa, they never listen to me...

[painintheneck]

You just need to be more persuasive.

[ohno_u_didnt]

How did you get them to listen to you then?

[painintheneck]

[laughs]

I looked them in the eye and spoke very clearly.

[whenurgood2nana]

Still trying to figure that one out myself.

[autovajin]

I wouldn't trust them to touch my stuff.

[whenurgood2nana]

Ditto that.

[autovajin]

Oh, yeah. It's me, Takumi. Sorry about . . . this. [ gestures to himself ]

[justwannahave]

*looking over your clothes*

Nothing much. Nice luggage.

[painintheneck]

Oh, thank you. It's new.

[justwannahave]

[a bit too much bling]

You've brought all your stuff, I see--a big move?

[painintheneck]

Mm. It took a while, but I needed to stake out the best place. Pun not intended.

[painintheneck]

Surely they must have some purpose.

[painintheneck]

As a matter of fact, I am!