A Zombie couple that's trying to stay together from the wretched people that're trying to kill them.

Rogue pulled out her trusty shotgun, pumped it twice and pulled the trigger. Bits and pieces of zombie head landed everywhere. While running her boot through the fleshy bits, she warned "Gaurd your brains well NIN.members. There is never just one zombie." Taking her leave, she mentions something about cake being served at the castle today..

No cake? The Kingdom hastily calls a meeting and agrees to strike. Circling around the castle holding up signs such as 'Damnit Rob! Learn to Bake!!!' and 'Let Us Eat Cake!!!' in righteous anger..

But Rob only knew how to make unappetizing biscuits as hard as baseballs. Not good for eating but great for taking off a zombie limb or putting out a zombie eye. Provided one has good aim that is..

Suge closed the book with a resounding snap. Peering over the crowd of concerned members. "And that is how we kill zombies." she said.
"What?" Questioned Rogue "You want us to hire Bilbo Baggins?"
Giving Rogue the 'hairy eyeball'. Suge continued..

she re opened her eyes, the mouth on her chest had half devoured her arm. in its place a huge dragon claw appeared sporting as a wing. she flew above the field of the dying gods, smiling as they were dragging each other down. the sky tore open and she went through. the neon rebirth was complete. the priests that summoned this long lost remnant of a deity wanted desperately to escape a state of uroboros that the village was trapped into. to her surprise the priests were demented and were never willing to give up their position, even at the cost of everyone's eternal suffering. the amorphous shades that the residents were reduced to, couldn't act. the blind maiden, sung her song. through vibrations in the air the harmonies traveled into the god's ears but there they transformed into tiny spiders that entered her head and eroded her mind. the longer the song continued the more docile the other worldly spirit became. lobotomized until the next cycle begun. mike woke up by the side of the river to a kind lost lady asking him to help her get to the village, as she was blind. mike the heir to an ancient bloodline of scaleless dragons was about to lose one of his claws. he didn't know. he couldn't have known.

Scenario 1

With a gentle hand at her elbow, he helped her navigate the rough terrain. Remembering his manners he introduced himself. She smiled somewhat sadly and looked away. She no longer remembered her own..



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Rogue1 posted:

Scenario 2

Suge and Rogue were interrupted by a hail of Rob's baked baseballs and cries of "Get a room!"
Reluctantly peacenin stopped recording the action and spoke up. "so how are we gonna kill all these zombies .. And their, batman? Oh and get Rob to take a baking course at the community college so we can have cake? And .. um .. next time can you two wear some secksi boots? It helps my resale a lot. Just sayin'." it was at that moment a well aimed biscuit from someone in the crowd removed peace's right ear..

Moments later, Suge and Rogue were hungry. Hungry for blood and they stormed Rob with a malicious intent. Seconds flew by as they nommed the shit out of him before turning on Peacenin who had started filming again.

"Oh no, please, NO! MY BALLS!" he said as the two devoured the shit out of him, leaving nothing but his blood soaked bones behind. Still, the two were hungry and together, they walked out hand in hand to rule the world.

We are amazing...

"Cornfields are evil, you know. They've been evil for years. Always breeding some kind of evil when you least expect it!" said some slinky character, hair in wind blown/bed head directions of blue vomit colors (vomit hair, if you will), suspiciously moving in the back and disappeared just as easily as she entered. "You've been warned!"

Suddenly, a hamburger with wings grew from the ground and nommed Timmy while Sam shit his pants and ran screaming for his mother.

...a magazine consisting of pictures of Big Macs. "This is weird," his mother said. She continued her search and found some pictures of relish and pickles. Sam was always an unusual kid but this was going a bit far. While Sam sat in the tub, she brought the magazines to him and asked him what this was all about. Sam, eyes wide in horror, responded with...

"He's a terror and I don't want him anymore! Remember that abortion I was scheduled to get when I was pregnant with him? Well, I should have never canceled it!" Shocked and appalled, Sam quickly went to his room and grabbed his suitcase. If his mother didn't want her, he would go someplace where people would want him. He would go to the land of make believe. As Sam started throwing clothes and random toys in the suitcase, he heard a curious noise coming from the closet. He walked towards it and slowly opened the door...

Brian was Sam's imaginary bird friend. He had a huge, sharp beak, knife-like talons and massive wings. His feathers were the color of diarrhea and he had a menacing gaze. He squawked and took a step closer to Sam, who was trying not to vomit. In the closet, he could hear Timmy screaming and fading into the burger world that was hidden in his closet. "Oh what do I do!" Sam screamed! Then...