What would you do if zombies invaded the world?

[A.R.C.]

We'd all be dead.
Except Bisjac, because he is lovey beast.

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[Fjeld]

I would sit here posting in a fallout shelter while i lived off canned foods.

[Saxophone]

Hide With lots of food. And a nuke!  :D

[Fjeld]

Hide With lots of food. And a nuke!  :D

cut the red wire!

[SenkoBurrito]

Get A job as A plumber and suddenly have the ability to jump high and knock out enemies by hopping on their heads.


Yeah that would be so ownage... 

[General Omega]

Where does fixing pipes and other water/fluid systems require you to:

have the ability to jump high and knock out enemies by hopping on their heads.

[SenkoBurrito]

Where does fixing pipes and other water/fluid systems require you to:

I dunnuh.

[Chrono]

Where does fixing pipes and other water/fluid systems require you to:

Well when a forgeted up looking turtle kidnaps the princess, I suppose you would need to do such things.

[DrMobius]

She needs to just file a loving restraining order...

[Chrono]

On which one? The plumber or the turtle?

[General Omega]

What the princess needs is a loving gun. Then when the turtle comes in there would be no damn kidnapping, would there?

[DrMobius]

pepper spray and a tazer will get the job done.

[Chrono]

What the princess needs is a loving gun. Then when the turtle comes in there would be no damn kidnapping, would there?

I find it humorous that she can actually fight, even as an equal to the plumber and the fat turtle, but yet she still gets kidnapped. It's like she wants it. It's the same as online chat rape.

[SenkoBurrito]

What the princess needs is a loving gun. Then when the turtle comes in there would be no damn kidnapping, would there?

Luckily the princess' world doesn't have mechanic fierce weapons. It's not apart of their job having A non-kid friendly world. :P

[zz_tophat]

My zombie story? Sure...

It's Tuesday morning and the first thing I notice after opening my eyes is the wailing of the undead at my door, now for a normal person thing would be disconcerting but not for me. So after a quick assessment of the situation (zombies invaded the world, no other criteria.) I pull on an pair of jeans, grab my bat, kick open the front door and say: "get some". Then...

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...as I walk away from the burning city (my back to all the explosions as debris and burning zombie parts fall around my like rain) I toss away my bat, now uselessly gummed up with zombie brains and take another bite of my sandwich (that I had made several hours earlier while simultaneously punching a 12 foot tall super zombie to death). As I bite in to the roast beef and cheddar I think to myself: "damn, forgot the mayo".