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Bats, hatchets, and machetes are fine and all, but they don't go BANG. That's where the fun in the whole zombie apocalypse is. i mean, when i go down, i want to be spinning in a circle, spurting off rounds with flirtatious abandon, BANG BANG BANG, as the infinite hoards close in to smother me with their primal, gluttonous violence. That's where they hide the heroin.
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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