*Sits in the temple getting his hand sewn back on, having been deprived of a good brain meal, YET AGAIN.*

*It's enough to drive a zombie to drink...or possibly livers maybe. Either way, he's not a happy bunny. Zombie. Zombunny.*

*Does a spot of shopping because peasant brains can get a bit dull after a while.*

BRAAAAAAINS!

:D

*Sits in the temple with his leash on, staring into space, happily chewing on a piece of badger liver.*Feels something give way in his shoulder but thinks nothing of it, then hears a soft thud at his feet ( Read more... )

*Floats around the Halls of Waiting, all on his lonesome, feeling very out of sorts...as though someone were breaking into his grave with a crowbar walking on his grave.*

Namo? Are you around? I feel strange, like I'm missing something. You're not trying to put me outside are you? NAMO! Are you listening to -- BRAAAAINS!

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( Fills out the wretched form when he's got a spare minute in between the seemingly never-ending games of checkers and battleships. )

*Heads for Amandil's ship with his disturbingly pacifistic and smart-arse perceptive son.*

Yes. Distract him with the big pretty ship and then maybe he'll lay off on the evils of lying and how it makes the baby Manwe cry. Or something.

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*Wakes up and takes a while to register why his whole face is aching like buggery*

Bitch. Shoulda chopped her fucking arms off.*Decides to have a "hide in bed and not face the world" day ( Read more... )

*Got slightly lost after his "Go for a ride to clear his head" plan ( Read more... )

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