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In case anyone needed a pick me up.
Mike Tyson owns
He plays a Virtual Boy later. Nichijou is quite a wacky show, where people are willing to play a Virtual Boy
I like to think of it as more of a "conservation of sadness" kinda thing. Like he cheered up his son, but in turn, he's beginning to realize his own issues.
My mouse and my sofa.
I would survive the 10 zombies crashing through my front door by disregarding these items and leaving through the back. I would probably die within the next couple days because as much as we like to armchair chickenhawk ourselves, it'd be a pretty half-assed apocalypse if people like us survived.
Left speaker, right speaker. Can't get out, because I'm upstairs and the only way down goes by the front door. Pretty screwed.
Jump out the window.
I have escape routes everywhere. One leading to the kitches, one leading to the front door but blocked off by a cupboard, and windows right there.
I may be able to get to the car before they get me. Sweet.
Hmmm...the windows are pretty high up. I'm pretty sure I'd break a leg.
As opposed to having your leg bitten off...
Well, assuming a zombie apocalypse was going, I wouldn't get very far with a broken leg, would I?
Also, my windows take freaking forever to open.
It is still preferable to being eaten immediately.
Well, obviously. I'm just talking about overall survival odds.
Now, if I had time to get to my parents' room, I could grab a gun. That changes things.
laptop satchel and a sombrero.
Come at me, brahs.
A zombie apocalypse is the most half-assed apocalypse possible, which might be why the concept is so popular. As human beings, we're apex predators; we vastly outdo most animals when it comes to endurance, plus we have the capacity to build and use technology, both simple and advanced. During a zombie apocalypse, our greatest adversaries are slow, stupid, rotting versions of ourselves. It's almost as though the current iteration of the zombie apocalypse is built to be all-inclusive towards the primarily young male audience it targets. Young males (and females) will get through it just fine; it's the elderly, children, sick and disabled that are at risk.
If you look at zombie apocalypse media, especially games, you'll see that they're filled with power fantasy. And why wouldn't they be? A zombie is the ultimate psuedo-threat -- emotionally distressing, but ultimately a stupidly inefficient combat unit. Rotting flesh parts easier than living flesh, after all; a beating that might break a living person's bones might reduce a zombie to bloody skidmarks. And that's not even mentioning weapons.
Anyway, according to the image, my only weapon is apparently a bottle of mead. I can work with that.
The secret is that the infection would spread anyway, because nobody has the heart to shoot zombies with white canes and wheelchairs.
They wouldn't have their wheelchairs/canes any more.
Of course they would. The wheelchairs and canes aren't the ones decaying. Duh.
Their hands and/or hips, however, are. As are the parts of the brain that says "Hey you know you could probably use a cane here".
Still I might manage to kill a few with my hammer(yay hanging pictures) and the get to the door and barricade it. Toss the ones that got in off my balcony, get my bow and arrows at the ready and take some potshots at zombies on the street while eating canned food and waiting for the army to fix the zombie problem.
this is
utter perfection
Upon learning this, Forzare is now my favorite member of IJBM
Somehow my first thought on seeing that was "haha, york".
^^ That has to be one of the best images in this thread.
Probably my favourite silly .gif of the moment.