posted on Mar, 18 2011 @ 10:13 AM
For the sword swingers here - I have a fair collection of swords, with which I practice in my back yard fairly frequently. The neighbors poke their
heads over the fence every so often and ask "wha'cha doin'?"
"Practicing for the Zombie Apocalypse" is all I say. They shake their heads and walk away.
It's all part of the plan.
You see, I know beyond doubt that my neighbors will be among the first freshly minted zombies when the time comes, for I have seen the future, and she
are us. When they get all gross and corpsified, they will already have the thought in their little zombie pea brains that I'm an easy mark, expecting
me to fend off the ravaging zombie hordes, all crazyfied with an odd light of madness in my eyes, using nothing more than my trusty sharp stuff. Boy,
are THEY gonna get a surprise!
Sorry. For the same reasons, I can't tell YOU what my ultimate weapon is. OPSEC, y'know? You just never know WHO is gonna get all zombified. Some of
'em might be carrying swords and riding zombie ponies.
I'll just say this much - be on the lookout for roiling, inky, black clouds of dissociated zombie soot wafting skyward. I'll be somewhere near the
base of that cloud...
... with a spear, a beer, a match, and a maniacal grin.
In my neighborhood, the Zombie Apocalypse will be a ZOMBIE Apocalypse, not a Zombie APOCALYPSE.
edit on 2011/3/18 by nenothtu because: (no reason given)