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Thursday
ARGH! I am horrified! It's been three weeks and I've been hanging out with a...well...X-man had a point, she wasn't decomposing...but she's a zombie! Maybe I should start from the beginning. That's usually a good place to start...
It starts like a normal hunt. I've got the special equipment, you know, an axe (I don't care what Mitran sez, that's an axe. Just it isn't as big as his). First we go and see Samhaine. It was good. It had some witches in it, which is always a big plus in my book. Nice homage as x-man said.
Anywho, slayer grrl and librarian chix0r were watching the morgue where this dead guy who washed up at riverfront was put. And like any good corpse in this town, he decided to get up, wrap himself up in a sheet and go for a walk. Thanx to mystic d00d's blind man mojo, we were able to guess where the PDH was headed, and we rigged up hunter-d00d's hummer with stakes a la grandpa's caddy in Lost Boys. Once slayer-grrrl gave us the signal (by properly dusting a PDH), we stormed in and began our assault. I even managed to tag one of the PDH's with a crossbow bolt. Everyone else did their part too. Actually, they did more than their part.
Then I saw some creepy stuff that I thought was really k3w1, but turned out to be downright nightmarish. I'll call her ded-grrrl. I haven't mentioned her a whole heckuva lot cuz, well, she seemed aloof. She didn't like hanging out with me for some reason. Anywho, she almost cuts this PDH in half with her sword. And I think, wow, that's k3w1. And then I remember something inthe back of my mind about slayer-grrrl wanting to take a vamp alive, so I clock him in the back of the head, which he doesn't seem to notice. But somehow we get him on his back (I don't remember how, the whole night from about this point on is kinda sketchy), and ded-grrrl pins him like a butterfly.
So he's squirming, and there's a frickin' sword jammed through a foot of concrete, and the only other person I'd seen do something like that was slayer-grrrl, and ded-grrrl is a girl, so I figure, huh, must be a nother slayer. Sounds fine by me. But then x-man and slayer-grrrl comes back with Ramone and Mitran and the rest of the gang and we get into a conversation about how she's not a slayer and I'm wondering how she's pulling this whole "sword through concrete" thing, and then Ramone points out the fact that her heart's not beating and she's room temperature, and some other stuff.
Well, that's enough for me! I hose her down with the magic juice. Apparently I made some miscalculation, since garlic is ineffective against all PDH's, but works as a repellant to Type-V's. (that's vampire) Then I remember my haitian lore (researching zombies via comic books, particularly old Teen Titans books). I always carry salt to slow up ghosts, but I remember that if a zombie tastes salt, he remembers he's dead and goes back to his grave where he belongs. So I sling some salt on the PDH Type Z (for zombie). No go. Now she smells like Fazoli's, and she looks really mad. I just know the PDH-Z wants to crack open my melon to get at my delicious thoughtmeats after lulling us all into a sense of security before...argh! She's the PDH-Z Alpha! That's it! I knew there was a zombie master in Huntington! Waitaminute...something doesn't add up. I thought PDH's came from the hellmouth like x-man said? Then they should be in league with one another, but the PDH-Z seems to have some animosity towards PDH-V's and PDH-F's.
Oh, and then she did some freaky zombie stuff that turned hunter-d00d into a slavering man-beast with fangs and claws and x-man grew horns and laughed and slayer-grrrl sprouted tentacles and mystic-d00d took off his glasses and there was teeth in his eyesockets and mitran called up his army of the damned and librarian chix0r held up the hard drive with moelock on it I have hid in my basement and cackled about the death of all that is holy and then I woke up on my front porch. I'm not sure if any of that last bit happened since I woke up on the porch. And apparently my brainpan still has weight (I compared my weight this morning to my weight now, and I'm still a manly 130 pounds, sans equipment!). So I didn't end up a snack for the PDH-Z Alpha, but I can only presume that something must have happened.
But what?
Well, I'm too freaked out to sleep, and besides that, the sun is rising. I can't play Quake. If anything, this proves that there are things I have to do. Things I must finish.
The design for the combat frame's core is nearly finished. I'll catch an early bus to Wal-mart and pick up some solder. I'll have to wait 'til this afternoon to big up the breadboard. I hope x-man doesn't mind me not showing up for a few nights. I've important work to do.
And I still haven't found an adequate power sorce. Althought I'm leaning towards uranium slugs.
Unimportant. The PDH's...perhaps my memories aren't faulty. Perhaps the whole team is corrupted. I don't know. I need coffee. I'll update the war journal l8r with a zombie tip. Until then, I must do research. I must find something that works on zombies.
Finish the core by sunrise tomorrow. Have mystic-d00d lock me to it mystically. Then start on the frame. Between class, research zombies and their relationship to O'Tolley's Family Restaurants. I'm going to be busy for the next couple of days. Oh, and check that math homework. Must earn more money.
Until then, I am
Marvin Caldwell
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