After spending the night under a desk, I was confronted by a man who handed me a shotgun. Apparently that's the best way to kill a zombie. So, to heck with my pitchfork. I was still under the desk, and there were zombies roaming freely. Luckily they hadn't seen me yet. So I said, "let's kick some a**," and blasted the hell outta them.
I have the feeling that this will wreak havoc on my carefully balanced ego. Me, with a shotgun, killing zombies...
But right now, I'm in a room, making enough noise so that zombies enter, and I shoot them.
*sound of a gunshot is heard, followed by the groan of a zombie*
See what I mean? There went one now - holy s**t he's not dead!
*two more gunshots* Hah. See ya, sucker.
So I have a pile of bleeding zombies at the entrance to the door now. It's really starting to smell.
... yeah...
- Damien Alexandre heart
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Don't Panic -- Journal of a Deranged Schizophrenic Cynicist
And, in a futile attempt to keep a blog up and running, Damien decided to start a journal. However, he didn't take into account that a blog and a journal were really very different things.
But no one really cared.
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