Those Brits, seriously. Before you just had to deal with waves of shuffling zombies that would randomly take swings at you at about two miles an hour. Now they're all "BLEEEHHH!!" and running at you and tearing you open. . . and turning you into one of THEM! GOOD LORD! I NEED A BOOMSTICK!
Great stuff. It's really great. I mean, really. It really is.
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Step right up and shoot pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull dyke! Win a cotton candy goat!
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