THREE?!?! Is that a gaping hole to let the vile, soulless legions of hell out into the world just over the horizon? I'm pretty sure it is.
Oh well, people, it looks like some of us aren't going to make it through this one alive. I just want you to remember two things: 1. I'll be taking your stuff after you kick the bucket and 2. if some demon proto-ooze turns you into a zombie, please drop by my tar paper shack on Montego Bay - I always secretly wanted to hit all of you in the face with a shovel. Also, I'd like to see you all one last time, you know, before satan starts spewing napalm on everything. But mostly I'd just like to make sure I'm the one who dismembers your zombie body, cause I hear it's a horrible existence and I want to save you from it. <3? Well, I mean braaaaaaaaains?
Incidentally, for those who care, my looting is going well. I'm writing this on a diamond encrusted laptop. That's right. I went to Jared.
Lastly, hi veom! You might not have realized it because of my high-energy preparations for the coming apocalypse for which you, apparently, are a harbinger, but I'm glad to meet you. I'm maar, and I'm supposed to be the keeper of the funny, and the bringer of the sexy. For the most part, though, I just try really hard to derail whatever tangents everyone else hops on ... while bringing the sexy. Also, I make fun of Luckysword, alot, but that doesn't make me special; we all do that.