downtothelastbullet:

dirkgreyson:

scarecrowes:

loch-ness-hamster:

kilomonster:

Last person I texted was my brother. But the last person that I’ve IM’d was Mr. Nublutts. Kilobro has family bonds on his side, and we already shared our zombie plans. Nublutts has useful skills in the first aid dept which is handy in survival situations. I have a good idea of which of the two is more likely to come back for me if he needed to, though. *coughKilobrocough* because the nagging voice in his head of our mother would be too much to bear as he tries to leave me behind.

Weapon would be a rocket launcher, which sucks for anything close range. Food would be endless chili, which sucks if we end up holed up in an enclosed room for an extended period of time.

This zombie apocalypse is lame.

Survive with Naki, have… some kind of TF2 weapon, and we have tons of Hamburger Helper…

yep

I survive with Sadie and Nanda… my weapon is twin daggers (lol Skyrim) and I have a lifetime supply of burgers and Pepsi. 

good. 

I survive with Chawlee, my weapon is….Ringo Starr’s drum kit…and I am to live off M&M’s. Oh gawd. Sorry, Chawlee.

I survive with my husband, which is going to be difficult because he and I disagree strongly on our Zombie Apocalypse Plans (yes, we have Zombie Apocalypse Plans).  My weapon is those fireballs that Mario threw, because the entire span of my video-game-playing career is encompassed within the confines of my best friend Jason’s living room, circa 1985-1987.  (Video games, like comic books and any tv that wasn’t nature specials on PBS, were something that my parents simply didn’t believe in.)  I have well-cooked bacon (it’s not done until I can taste carbon), wheat toast with honey and cinnamon, and Irish Breakfast tea.  Honestly, I think I’m pretty well set. 

3liza, Aperture Science Dual Portal Device, and coffee.

Bring it.