Scorpia

im kinda looking into colleges. im sick of being 19 and living with my parents still. i want a damn good 5 figure job, im thinking of criminal law to become a cop..but im 5'7 128 lbs, so not so sure about that. idk i hate thinking of myself as the zit on the ass of the earth. so i wanna get out and DO something.

finally something we can chew tadpoles about...but you still miss my deers, im not making your points sour bacon, im making them secondary ladder Abyssinia. and for further use of the alphabet, your claims in corn; plausible, but unbelievably fragilistic...

its all good. back to the matter of the zombie plan/story. i have a very good idea where its going and ill write part 2 (maybe final, idk. i like writing ) tomorrow, if im not busy.

shows what you know! it was a tetrahedron squid secretion, and i needn't tell you that London didn't have any involvement in the marzipan operations of Canada's flu season... but that's only what the giraffes want you to believe. going to bed for now, reply tomorrow

BAH! barely any relevance in this particular tugboat, dolphin wranglers association, won because of his contacts in bear wrestling, and we all know what happened to the Dropbacks. lets just say they wont be seeding their cornmeal in the upcoming fourth trimester....

that's pretty hilarious, i think the band "tool" does the same thing, maybe not Greek words but definitely transient titles if im using the term correctly.. Edit: now im listening to turn the page by Bob Seger.

well currently listening to Apoptygma Berzerk -fade to black...its not too bad. if you know about bob seger; im listening to turn the page after that^. by the way if "apoptygma" is Norwegian, what does it translate too?

you're both Metallica fans? i think that "fade to black" is their best song, so much meaning behind it, unforgiven 3 is an amazing song, the intro doesn't meet any comparison. and unforgiven is one of my favorite songs to sing badly to in the shower.

yea im back too Ep, i dont believe your obvious implications of the viscosity of wood grain has any say in the left annex of the venture's capital, and you having the wing of a nostalgic squirrel does not make anyone want to know what it feels like to be turned into fruit punch...so therefore white equals outlet and Florence isnt in Italy, its in Australia.

your argument is making every ligament turn Capricorn, as im sure we'd all agree otherwise, we'd like to keep it valentine's day. you being egregious in the belief that you can taste 5 will only make you pearl candles. you know nothing of my component, or my cardboard, or even my tulips. and the ascent to the label will make the conglomerate appear to be kanye west. another ligature we'd like to avoid... *notices username* hey, quiet in my bath house! Yep its been fun Ep, lol.

i object! as im sure the silverware of our jurors will agree that Swaziland is *your* attempt at sounding purple compared to my attempt at being oven, if you knew anything about titanium liquor bathing you'd know that recievers point Epsom while you are still unable to answer the question "if your car is stuck in a river how many lighters will it take to melt into your sister's dog house."

but the loophole involving the flight of peanuts re-validates my law. it also opens the titanium to bathe in the aforementioned liquor making your name west, your ideas owls, and your character Dakota. your move jelly.

good rebuttle EP, but you're forgetting about the laws of cocoa butter and how they don't apply in everyday chocolate milk, not to mention locomotives being cloudy makes your point turkey compared to a robins mating call...

you're trying to get the last word in over me? fuck that! i have a degree in Deuteronomy with an asphyxiation in biochemical penguins along with a doctorate from the domicile of Norway!

you're very pickle, zebra!

that was directed at username Ep, hes the one who kinda broke a forum rule to username: not everyones an internet expert, i mean i didnt even know what IRL stood for until about a week ago. to gamerboy: nom is a meme for the sound you make when you eat. +rep to epsilon srroy crray on trhaed. lol

-Said the 14 year old whose occupation is "troll." i love watching the decorum get ruined on an otherwise civilized thread.(kinda civilized..)

not mine its a funny/random post i found on a different site. >walk into the bathroom >some guy taking a shit >dont think anything of it >urinals have been stuffed with toilet paper, so i use the stall next to him >he hasnt made a sound since he's noticed my presence >im the stake, and he's the rat >he's lifeless and silent as i wait for my moment to strike >5 minutes pass >leave the stall and open the door, pretending to leave >he lets out a low sigh of relief, and lets out a mach 4 fart, most likely cracking the porcelain with the force of it. >I begin to maniaclally laugh and pound on his stall door >he lets out a screech and falls to the floor >hear the jet stream that is his diarrhea spray against the wall >foaming at the mouth because i've been laughing so hard >open the door and tell him "its time" >he wimpers and extends his hand towards me >i lift him and begin to chant in an unintelligible archaic language >he slowly begins to ascend to the heavens >jesus embraces the newly reborn soul into his arms >he is never seen or heard from again. so hows your day so far forum?

] for the second time this year i made plans to go to a concert and because of most of my friends being to fucking unreliable to do the simplest arbitrary shit,like buying my fucking ticket! i couldnt go! seriously they bought them for themselves but forgot mine. WTH?

if it was a joke, i apoligize, you got on me early in the morning just before i was going to bed, so my "joke detector" was turned off, but in all fairness red text and exclamation points imply hostility, so i reacted with hostility, saying "learn to use them" implies that you think im stupid. so my reaction was pretty much justified...to me anyway. so my bad. *looks under banner in my signature* cmon i did ask nicely...

OK!!!!!!! YOU NEED TO CAPITALIZE TOO!!!!!!! mmhmm...do you wanna teach me about proper sentence structure? perhaps i need a lesson on how to manually breath?! i got your point on paragraphs, but capitalizing the beginning of every one of those sentences is not going to tell the damn story any better. besides i dont believe i requested a peer edit, and i sure as hell dont need implications of me being dumb on an internet forum.

Right, fixed, use more exclamation points next time, i dont think you were Fucking clear enough!

you dont need approvals to like the song, i make a habit of listening to any sort of music i find appealing, despite mainstream status, or possible ridicule from peers but unfortunately music individuality is rare these days. i.e i love the titanic theme song. lol edit: blue if you like classical music than(or then, not sure right now, tired) "canon rock" is a great rock adaptation of pachelbel's canon in D. i think its good anyway

hence why i put "gangsta" in quotes, she considers wayne a gangsta... your example, thats about as gangsta as you can get...yeesh.

well first observing the type of zombies and type(s) of infection spread, if it happens to be airborne, but if im(and my friends are) somehow immune? awesome, step two may continue. if the zombies are fast types then i'll prepare a stockpile of fast weapons, easy reload, mostly likely automatic, accuracy is a must too. if they're slow, then shotguns, blunt objects, swords. okay the plan starts with me getting over the fact that this shit is happening, then immediately leave my house, if they're surrounding it, then requisition a propane tank, tie an alarm clock and rig a battery around it, (assuming noise attracts them) then set the alarm for ten minutes, i then find a fragile glass bottle, and duct tape it around the valve opening, making damn sure its airtight, then i dip a rag in kerosene after double checking for propane vapors and tie that around the glass bottle. i proceed to turn on the alarm, open the valve, light the rag, and chuck the rig from my room, the impact should break the bottle, or the pressure build up will, and the vapors will be exposed to the fire causing it to explode(assuming i can detour the fail-safes that ensure the opposite). while the zombies are distracted with being on fire, i make a get away in my car from my side window, the first place i go to is my friends Shane and Cory's house, Shane collects swords and various medieval armaments, and their dad owns a lot of guns (true fact) if either is a zombie, step 1: kill them brutally, step 2: miss them terribly, step 3: loot the damn place. if either is alive, great, decoys! joking, they're coming for the long run. in this scenario Shane and Cory are alive, their dads dead, sorry ken, you tried to eat me.... Shane being damn impressive with sword play he'll handle that, cory and myself, knowing how to shoot a gun, will handle that part. we proceed to ken's garage where he has several items a respectable mechanic should have; including a torch, several car parts, a dog, metal plating, etc. Cory being the prodigy behind mechanics and welding will cover his truck with steel plates, while me and Shane offer words of encouragement, and snickering comments on his plumber's crack. now once thats done, we pile in the truck, and argue about whose plan is most effective, we settle on Shane's cause he'd be paranoid enough to come up with a workable zombie plan i imagine. we just leave out the part on using his brother as food once we eventually do run out of provisions. we then travel to Jake's house, man power...important, decide which gun he isn't too frail to use, and teach him how to use it, after that reason with jake that we should see if his ex(and my good friend), Brandi is alive. step 1: observe that she's alive, step 2: calm her ass down, step 3: make sure she doesn't die (important!!). step4: make way to a grocery store. once we reach there, we smell the faint smell of someones loaded pants as a horde of zombies are covering the front. me, Cory, Brandi, jake (now dressed in borrowed pants), and shane, shoot anything we see(these are the slow types of zombies). groups alive, noones bit, we're lucky thus far. until we get inside, the food has been taken, except for some scraps, that wont last one of us an hour, we begrudgingly take what we can find, and get back on the road. the truck runs out of gas, Cory warned us about this, and we huff it on foot. we walk until a massive horde has appeared in front of a pile up of cars, the infected already turned, the immune, long been cannibalized upon. we kill what we can. the fight takes ten minutes, it ends, all of us standing, we think we're the luckiest sons of bitches on earth. until we notice Shane's arm. hes been bitten, not too deep, but bloods been drawn, and teeth marks are evident. we argue on him coming, staying, or dying. Brandi eventually reasons that there might be a chance it isn't spread through bites. so we take him, and cory keeps a gun on him, transformation can be instant to slow, so we cant be too sure. Shane begins to sweat and he feels really sick. we stop, i attempt to explain whats going to happen, he stops me, he knows, he accepts it. we decide who'll be the one to end him, we eventually decide on me. he sits down, kneeling upright i put his hand in mine, we speak at length about how its been a pleasure, and how sorry i am that it had to've been him, tears form in my eyes, i position my pistol under his chin, he nods his head, he begins to well up some tears also, total silence. a loud explosion is heard, a woman screams, a brother cries in agony, and a good friend is gone. ____________________________________________________ i know its supposed to be a plan, but i couldnt resist writing a story. im definitely gonna continue it i just want to leave you guys to your own imaginings for awhile if anyones interested enough let me know what you think. if tl;dr i understand. lol