
So it seems as if I would survive perhaps a few weeks, hopefully months. The last person I txtd was Ashley (AshleyAlice1000) and knows of all things zombie. So with her help, I’ll be sure to survive a long while. Another upside would be my weapon: The Lancer. Now when I say Lancer, I mean the BAMFing gun from Gears of War with the chain saw attached to it. I can see myself making some zombie sushi! My only true downfall would be what I ate last. Which happened to be a cheese Danish style muffin. Damn carbs are gonna slow me down.Oki doki, well I’m super duper fucked. Sorry “WE’RE” super duper fucked. I last texted Courtney so she’s my running partner. With all her Resident Evil & Silent Hill training, I’d hope she’d have some good sense of what to do. Next part is awesome and really fucked up. The last game I played was co-op Portal 2 with Courtney, so ideally we would have a PORTAL GUN. Awesome yes? NO. See, in the real world, idk how many actual portable surfaces exist out there. Portable surfaces are specially painted, so with no portable surfaces we end up with a guns that shoot purple/blue/red/yellow particles that do nothing. Only cool thing we’d be able to do is mark locations with each other, or maybe that’s just a p-body and atlas thing? As for food, we’d have a life time supply of -drum roll- BREAD ROLLS & CANNED THAI ICED TEA! So yeah, I’d probably get turned pretty quickly. Hate zombie scenarios man… Hate em.Viola. My weapon is the pencil that the kid in Scribblenauts uses to make ALL THE THINGS with ALL THE NOUNS and ALL THE ADJECTIVES, and then the last meal I ate was this delicious stir fry which had plenty of everything a body needs, including grains, veggies and protein.
So I will destroy all the zombies because I will ride on a giant obedient rainbow Cthulhu or something eating Chinese food with my friend. Suck it.
Taylor. I’m armed with an axe and an AK-47. (Thanks, L4D2!) We have a lifetime supply of Vanilla Coke Zero and Popcorn to live off of.
I’d say we’re pretty damn fucked, considering popcorn requires a microwave to be eaten.
Sorry, Taylor. I’ve doomed us.
I’m with Nini (counting reblogversations as IM’ing), armed with an axe and an assault rifle, with a life-time supply of milk and donuts.
LET’S DO THIS THING
My English teacher, a longbow, and a lifetime supply of maple cinnamon bagels with light cream cheese.
Relatively fucked, I’d say.
My bestest bud Kian (Hey! He goes to medical school so we’re already at an advantage here!) who knows some martial arts, how to play the violin and is quite handsome.
I’m armed with.. uh.. my fists, I guess? Maybe Hadokens. Damn it, Street Fighter.
And we’re stocked with chicken and rice burritos with sour cream and gatorade.
Could be worse.
(Source: victran)