ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!!!

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

@Booklover. Don't come here.

[Scott McLamok]

Scott! Duck!!

*Ducks*

[lass of something much]

*an arrow wizes over head a few seconds after*

[Scott McLamok]

*Stands up and a second arrow hits him square in the chest*

[lass of something much]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Scott McLamok]

INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[lass of something much]

*should really not be laughing right now*

[Scott McLamok]

I updated my song list....

[Sebias of Redwall]

(Lol.)

*The zombies summon their fellow dead as the topic is revived. The living mortals wished to die? So be it. Nothing could stop the zombies from feasting on their foes. Nothing.*

The Dark Rider urges his steed forward. The fell zombie beast lets out a hungry cry. It was time to feast.

*The Dark Watcher looks up as he hears something. Perhaps it was a trick of the wind?*

*Seborg lands dramatically, dust rising as he hits the earth surface. He stands up.* The time has come. The Era of Reckoning is here. Chaos shall fall, and Order shall reign supreme. The records state you are an agent of Chaos. However, I will give you a chance to... atone.

*The Dark Watcher hisses, drawing a sword as black as night and as sharp as Doctor Sebias' mind (OOC: Very sharp.).* *He cackled. The very sound of the zombie's voice would normally freeze a man's heart and steal the warmth from his blood. However, the cyborg remained unfazed.

Ah. Servant of evil. Your kind will never plague the Forums again. No. You shall have a... purpose. *He raised his metal paws, and a great host of cyborgs, cybats, and cyborg creatures assembled behind him.*

And then a battle rages that this thread had never seen the likes of before. What manners of trickery and weapons were used is still a secret to this day. Only the outcome is known. Using a secret advantage, Seborg cast down his enemies and brought them back to the Hall of Reckoning. From there, the Doom of Chaos would be forged.

[Captain Wortshire]

*S.A.T.A.N.A.E.L is in unknown location*

The time of reckoning is coming indeed.

It is time for the forgotten ones to reawaken...

*from under the forum, something stirs...*

Spoiler

[close]

[Verdauga]

*Rescues Mr. Woofers from a zombie dog-walker.*

[Scott McLamok]

*Falls to his knees*

[lass of something much]

Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

[Scott McLamok]

Into the UNNKKKKKNNNNNOOOOOOOO

[Captain Wortshire]

Floating into the topic followed by his loyal Gigasher, Macabre surveyed the forsaken land. He senses a dark, powerful aura emanating from it.

Casting his hand forth, he began to draw all the dark remnants that remained towards him...

*Gigasher gurgles something incomprehensible.*

Y̶̘̓e̴͖͋ș̸͐.̷̯̿.̷̘̔.̶̥̒ ̸̛̟S̸͈͌o̷̤̿m̸̏͜e̷͓̊o̶̰͛ń̶̗ĕ̷͓ ̵͙̎e̶̱̍l̴͍͝s̷̗̽e̸̬̎ ̸̪͝h̵̡̆a̶͚̾s̶͓̈́ ̷̗͠t̴̝̓a̶̙͋k̴̻͗è̸̘ņ̵̒ ̸̩̅w̸̹̽h̷̳͂ä̶̖́t̸̳͒ ̴̥̽w̸̰̐a̷̻͛s̶̪̾ ̵͎̈l̵̫̑ȇ̸̞f̷͖̀t̵̺̚ ̸̘̂h̶̼͝e̸̊͜r̵͓̂ė̵̙.̴͕̀ ̷̨̆S̷̹̋o̶͕̕m̴̟͂é̶͜ẗ̴ͅḧ̷͙́i̴͔̅n̸͇̾g̷̨̊ ̵͔͊t̶̪̽h̴͓̍ȃ̸̲t̶̘̀ ̵̯́w̷͓̆å̸͙s̷͚͠ ̵͍͝m̷̫̔e̷̱̔a̸̫͂ṋ̴̏t̸͇̔ ̶̱̏f̷̭͐o̸̻̿r̸͍͆ ̴̪͠m̷̞̊e̸̹͊.̵̥̑ ̴̪̀S̴͔̔t̴̛̲i̶͕̇l̷̫̓l̶̼̓ ̶̯͝s̶̯̚o̵͌ͅm̷̦̆e̴̻͐ ̶̢̐h̸̰̃a̸̦̅v̸͖̈́e̶̬̎ ̷̢͌b̵̫͒ȅ̷̲e̷͚͝n̶͈͑ ̷̲͊l̷̨͒è̶̘f̵̥͌t̸͓͘ ̴̹̀b̵̦͛ẻ̶̙h̵̳̀i̸̧͝n̸͈͆d̷͈͐.̵̳̓.̶̥̌.̵͐ͅ
̵̞̆
Clasping his hand shut, various zombies crawl to the surface all answering Macabre's summon.

̵͓͠S̴̩̑ő̸͙ ̶̜͘f̶͉̚é̶̥w̵͕̅.̸̡̛.̸̣̍.̴̩̈́ ̸͎͐T̸͚̏r̶̼̽a̷̬̋c̶̩͑k̴̮̆ ̸̠̈́ẗ̸͍́h̵̥̓ẻ̷̮ ̴̻̔r̷̜̄ẹ̷̊s̶̞͛t̵̺͌ ̵̫̒d̴̠̃ȯ̶͔w̴͚̍ṋ̷̐.̸̭̓

With a growl, the Gigasher sniffs out the area before bounding off.

Macabre looks at the land one last time before floating off, leaving it once again barren...