Zombie Blog
Jun. 13th, 2007 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyfurriesMother crack ass. Mother crackass pusbucket. I have to thank ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indigoskynet and drharper. Had it not been for your posts I would have been kibbled within an hour of getting home from donation. What I get for not listening to talk radio on the drive back. Fuck. Double fuck. I live twenty miles from the nearest place selling weapons. FUCK.
Ok. Hauling to the church now. It's got fortified doors, tower for sniping and thank god (for once) cable phone service. Thank you father Peter. Have grabbed and nabbed all deer rifles and bro's laptop, sent text, he's holed up somewhere with gasoline. Lucky bastard. He gets the burning fun and I'm stuck with the things that need re-loading. frell me. I suck at shooting. FUCK.
Edit: Crap. Catholic school next to the church is here too. Whyfor the crap?
... The next tweenager who asks why I haven't burst into flames yet is going to get chunked from the tower when Zed gets here. don't care. Yes, I know I'm your local flavor of scapegoat. Must log off now, people wish to try phoning family members again. Going to take guard duty at the door.
((beware this is a blog-o-sphere RP post for Zombie Survival day 2007. please take with block of salt, bottle of gasoline and a box full of shotgun ammo))
indigoskynet and drharper. Had it not been for your posts I would have been kibbled within an hour of getting home from donation. What I get for not listening to talk radio on the drive back. Fuck. Double fuck. I live twenty miles from the nearest place selling weapons. FUCK.Ok. Hauling to the church now. It's got fortified doors, tower for sniping and thank god (for once) cable phone service. Thank you father Peter. Have grabbed and nabbed all deer rifles and bro's laptop, sent text, he's holed up somewhere with gasoline. Lucky bastard. He gets the burning fun and I'm stuck with the things that need re-loading. frell me. I suck at shooting. FUCK.
Edit: Crap. Catholic school next to the church is here too. Whyfor the crap?
... The next tweenager who asks why I haven't burst into flames yet is going to get chunked from the tower when Zed gets here. don't care. Yes, I know I'm your local flavor of scapegoat. Must log off now, people wish to try phoning family members again. Going to take guard duty at the door.
((beware this is a blog-o-sphere RP post for Zombie Survival day 2007. please take with block of salt, bottle of gasoline and a box full of shotgun ammo))
