Time to release... the virus! (Zombie Avatar Week)

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Yay, thanks! No need resizing the avatar-pics, as the halforum has this nifty auto-resize feature for the avatars...

uh.... aaahhh... grrrr....

Brrrraaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnntttsssssssss..... Graaaaaarrr
 
I don't understand how buzzsaws inserted in a person's head makes them more zombie-like. Rotting flesh, blood, and all that jazz, but there are far too many buzzsaws.
 
Sssssssuuurrrrvvviiiiiiiivvvooorrrrrsssss...

Cooooommmmmmeeee ouuuttttttt...cooooooooommmmmmeeee ouuuuutttttttt..wheeerrrrrrrrreeeevvvvvvvveeeerrrrrrrr...yyyooooooouuuuuuu aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrreeeee...
 
I don't understand how buzzsaws inserted in a person's head makes them more zombie-like. Rotting flesh, blood, and all that jazz, but there are far too many buzzsaws.
Graaaarwk, uaaaaarg *etc etc.*

*slaps Rob King with a Copy of half life 2*

Uaaaarg... braaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinssssssssssssssss
 
Buzz saws open brain caps, which usually means death.

If a zombie should survive this, think of how useful the buzz saw is? Meet your victim face-to-face, headbutt them--it's like a can opener! Voila, brains without breaking your teeth!
 
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SeraRelm

*begins herding some of them up for her ranch, pausing only for a moment as she spots one of Shego's video cameras. With a grin and a wave, she continues on, whistling a happy tune*
 
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Wasabi Poptart

*slowly shuffles along with Sera, scavenging some remains here and there along the way* Mmmmmmm....nnnnnggghh...
 
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Andromache

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*bites Sera on the neck*


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Mr_Chaz

The Endless do not choose to die, so we do not choose to be undead.

Go us!
 
*begins herding some of them up for her ranch, pausing only for a moment as she spots one of Shego's video cameras. With a grin and a wave, she continues on, whistling a happy tune*
Nnnnnnooooooo...iiiiiiiiitttt'sssssssss...aaaaaaa trrrrraaaaaaapppppp...

*shambles forward, attempting to bite SeraRelm*
 
Say there chaps, I was shambling about the entrance of the compound and saw this delightful fellow trying to get in. I must say, he's quite the rascal and says he wants to show us all a "boom-stick" whatever that may be. Let's all be good hosts and show him a good time, shall we?

 

North_Ranger

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Oh, I say! Isn't he a victim of poor choice in tailoring. I do believe that this 1980s "wasteland warrior with body hair" style is quite simply passé. Certainly we can find a ruffian of better quality somewhere, don't you think?

Um... I mean... Brrrrrraaaaaiiiinnnsss...
 
I say, that's the spirit. These days it seems one confuses undeath as an excuse to act like a bunch of ragamuffins! No class, the zombies of today.

I blame rap.
 
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SeraRelm

Whoa now doggy, git along. *continues herding the bite-happy zombies she rounds up, ever so glad stormtrooper armor is bite proof.* We got a nice steamin' batch of gray matter in the troughs, enough for all of ya.
 
Well...this is an interesting develeopment. Despite being undead, our mental capabilities seem to be have developed themselves back to full. Now, in addition to having the abilities of a zombie, we can all think and communicate clearly.

Kill the survivors!

*picks up a stray cricket bat and charges at SeraRelm*
 
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SeraRelm

*steers the shambling charge toward the others* There you go, keep a-shufflin'. Wonder how CG is at the mall... *wonders absently as she closes the gate, leaving them to wander about their field, fresh gray matter, as promised, in the troughs*
 
*trips over as SeraRelm closes the gate.*

Well, that went nowhere fast. Back to the mall.

*drops the cricket bat and turns back to head to the mall.*

Time to go have some Cajun.
 
Sorry, film...

I had a Cajun.

But I eated it.

The math parts, anyway.

*BURP!*
*tears off North_Ranger's right arm and smacks him with it*

Darn! Well, nothing to get angry about. It's Shegokigo who started all of this, so we should get her. Let's go. Here's your arm, by the way.

*gives North_Ranger his right arm back.*
 
*clicking away at her control panels, making notes of the events transpiring*

They're talking coherantly to each other now.... Sera almost got bit... this isn't good.

*her eyes glow an unusual red color for a brief moment... too brief for her to take notice in her busied mind*
 
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