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Ask me about my final solution.

About Me

What can I say? I'm crass, obnoxious and utterly tasteless. But never will you find a friend more loyal than I.{}

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Vlad the Impaler, Attila the Hun, your mother, and your grandmothers corpse. I'd also like to meet another one of those beer zombies. Gotta watch out for those. They'll take a chunk outta ya.

My Blog

Unabating Shrieks

I wake to sunlight streaming in through the window. Feeling much better aside from the plaintive growl in my stomach, I unbar the door and cautiously head downstairs. The cat rubs my calves, without m...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:51:00 GMT

Fun With Corpses

Running faster than I thought my legs could carry me from this latest monstrosity, I cover six blocks in as many minutes. Puffing from the exertion and already hearing the moans behind me, I put a sho...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:43:00 GMT

why bother

i hate everyone and everything seems stupid to me. if youre reading this im sure i hate you and the best thing for you to do is leave me alone. dont let the door hit you in the ass on the way out and ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 23:43:00 GMT

Hideous entity

Suppressing a shudder, I leave the stinking gym. After I finish vomiting into a corner, I continue my search. Heading for the second floor I'm overjoyed to to find an open locker with some dead soldie...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 22:10:00 GMT

Happy happy happy joy joy joy

I dash across the street to the warehouse's  front door. It's locked, so I draw the .45 and shoot out the lock. A round ricochets and hits me in the meat of the arm, but I'm so ecstatic at the pr...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 22:19:00 GMT

absolute terror

A set of huge white teeth appears below the eyes. I frantically put round after round into what I hope is it's face, and then I run away screaming. Behind me I hear thrashing and hope I least wou...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 22:21:00 GMT

catacombs

I wake up andknuckle the sleep from my eyes. My first coherent thought is "My gun," I relax again, feeling the comforting checkered grips slide into my palm. I rack a round as I gaze through the windo...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 19:31:00 GMT

Clawing for Survival

I've been holed up in this bunker for days. Ammo's running low. Water's running low.  I'll make a run for it soon. At least then this agonizing waiting will be over. I can hear them outside, soft...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 01:42:00 GMT