EnragedMaldivians wrote:Nazis in Space wrote:Which is small change compared to a plague infested undead Norseman charging towards you screaming and swinging his rusty broadsword as green clouds of pestilence continually leave his orifices and bits of rotting flesh fall off, continuing to crawl independently towards you on their little meaty stumps.
Oddly enough, and I'm only half kidding, that bit about meaty stumps has made me quite hungry.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Damn, now I'm kinda hungry, too. . .
itchy. . . tasty. . .


