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Hyper Zombie Timecops!

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Level5Pidgey:
John woke in the morning - yawning loudly as he stretched like a cat. It was just a normal day of a normal week for him, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.  Nothing at all.
He remembered he wasn't alone in the bed however, so he slinked out carefully to avoid waking the beautiful blonde partially on top of him.

Leaving his bedroom, John accidentally tripped on a lame childish figurine he kept from his childhood, that had fallen off the shelf over the course of the night - he caught himself on the door, which creaked under his weight. The blonde lifted herself up off the bed, and sauntered down the hallway after him.

The pair made their way into the kitchen - where John started gathering a variety of cooking utensils - he fixed his guest chops with his kitchen knife, and eggs with his frying pan, displaying masterful knowledge of cullinary techniques.

Once his guest was adequately dealt with, John moved to his loungeroom - giving a wave to his neighbour who was mowing the lawn, and, finally turning on the TV, settled to plan out his day.

At least, that's how John wishes he could tell the story.

What happened in reality was that John woke on an especially unique day in a very historic week of the year. He screamed as he discovered the zombie perched on top of him - and narrowly avoided the ex-woman's grasp as he fell out of bed. He tripped on the lame toy, and near broke his jaw on the doorknob, letting out a thud that alerted his undead neighbours. He ran down his hall, panicked - while his assailant shambled after.

Bursting into the kitchen, John picked up any sort of weapon he could find. He'd seen movies about the living dead - there's never a peaceful option when corpses come a'knockin'.
Wielding a kitchen knife and frying pan, he clumsily engaged in a very biased fight with the ghoul - narrowly claiming his life as winnings before vomiting over the organs he had exposed on the re-corpsed corpse.

He proceeded into the loungeroom to see his neighbours clumsily shambling through his yard - and then checked the door. It was unlocked. Damn it!
Diving over his sofa, John did what he should have done at 2am the previous night and spat in the eyes of youth deliquents everywhere.

John feared the glass back door would be only a temporary fix for the issue though, so he turned on the TV - listened to about half a Public Service Announcement and then rashly resolved to GET THE chansey OUT OF THIS HOUSE.

But at least he could say that he woke up with a blonde on top of him.
In fact, he could almost say... she was drop dead gorgeous. Ohohohoho.

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John's health: 28/100.

John gained +1 Bragging Right!
John gained +1 Freakin' Sweet Alterego!
John gained +25 exp!

John Picked Up:
   - A kitchen knife
   - A frying pan
   - A TV Remote
   - A blonde zombie (Ohohohoho.)

John emptied his stomach! 5/250.

FireDarkGuy:
Nice story but.. a little unuseful.

Mr. Fox:
lol I love it pidgey!

St. Jimmy:
This deserves a medal. Like seriously.

Tickles:
This is great. "John gained +1 Freakin' Sweet Alterego." That's the best part, made me lol. Also, I'm working on a script for a short zombie film. If I ever finish it, I'll share it with everyone here.

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