Here we go again...
It's the end of the world still! The zombies have come, and so on! Judgement day, yadda yadda! Blah, blah, apocalypse blah!
Anyway, let's get this kicked off with a nice 'What the hell?' to all my lecturers.
Making us do this much work is just ridiculous. It should be illegal... Damn it, I wish the law still applied...
Yeah, survival sucks at the moment, but we just keep on living for Friday. This Friday in particular.
What's so special about this Friday I hear you type?
Ho ho, let me tell you. Reinforcements is what.
Every once in a while, something happens that boosts the survivors morale, and brings together a few more non-infected...
Rare, but brilliant.
Excitingly, this Friday, there is a massive event that will change the way we survive forever...
Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?
I doubt it. If you do, then give yourself a pat on the back. You're officially as sad as me.
Don't worry if you don't know though, it's not important... Well, it is for me, but... Not for... Uhh...
Changing the subject completely now, but..
Leopards... Can they actually change their spots? This leopard really needs to.
Everybody expects this leopard to join in with social drinking, and zombie clubbing, and apocalyptic dancing and...
Oh, I don't know... Leopards can't dance or speak or even consume alcohol...
Give leopards a break from the expected leopard behavior! This leopard can't change it's spots because it isn't a leopard...
Only a shy, weird boy getting carried away with a metaphor... Uh, what was I saying?
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