Its chilly outside.
Bump it up!
Perhaps i will!
Cats also have naps with cat friends.
Its very quiet tonight…
There’s a skeleton inside of us trying to escape! Looking for exceptional dps!
Greetings friend!
"Arlene smiled slyly. She was using the early-worm-got-the-bird smile. “Flynn Taggart…bring me some duct tape from the toolbox, an armload of computer-switch wiring, and the biggest, go******** boot you can find” Also looking for exceptional DPS!
“Out of the smoke and flame strode a hell prince…and it was as mad as its name. It burst through the wreckage, throwing pieces of demon and chunks of masonry in all directions, a state-of-the-art minotaur with one hell of a 'tude.” Looking for exceptional DPS.
“ I just had a bad through flu; I hope whatever burned away our clothes didn’t also burn away all our microbes in our guts that help us digest food. Without them we’ll die of starvation no matter how much we eat.” Still looking for exceptional dps.
Come play with us, Danny…come play with us forever…
Neato burrito.
Bippity boppity bump
“Guns! I pawed through my treasure trove, scooping up as much ammo as I could shovel into my pack. Then I stared in reverence; beneath the shells and bullets rested a state-of-the-art, AB-10 machine pistol. The question was, did it still work after scores of zombies and spinys had monkeyed with it?”
“Without false modesty, I can say I was a proven a prophet. In that sea of pale, dead faces, two dry as dust eyes came to rest on Yours Truly. Hoping the unfocused eyes would continue their survey of the room, I didn’t move a muscle…which was normally what the zombies did when they had no orders and had not spotted a human: they stood and did nothing. Except, that is, for the one who wouldn’t stop staring at me. I wasn’t about to make the first move. I’d been through a lot lately but I could still count.”
"“You don’t know what that’s going to do,” she proclaimed.
“I can’t help it…I’m a born lever-puller! I flicked the tongue. With a loud groan, the platform lowered like an elevator. The demons wandered off. They snuffled their pig snouts and evidently scented us, for they made a beeline.” Still looking for exceptional dps!
“He raised his old .30-99 and aimed it right at my chest. I threw myself to the floor just as the bullet seared over my head.
“Damn you to hell!” I shouted, outraged that the universe had decided to foist a new, improved zombie on me. Too late; I’m sure he already was–and me with him.”
“The lieutenants name was Weems, actually. I just call him Beelzebub because he’s a fat sweaty heathen always surrounded by a swarm of gnats. They like the taste of his perspiration.”
“So the first thought that leapt to mind when something brushed my face was Ghosts! Peripheral vision warned me something was definitely there; but when I turned to face it, all I saw was a blur.
I was still debating when something big and fast knocked me on my a**. I still couldn’t see it, but I figured any ghost that can knock you down is a ghost you can return the favor to.”
“This head wasn’t handsome enough to be a movie star. Its grotesque skin was made of millions of squirming, knotted, bloodred worms stretched over a huge, inflated balloon. For an instant I thought of the floating blue sphere.
Staring into the single red eye of this floating pumpkin with a tube for a month, I doubted it would make me feel like a million…years old, maybe.”