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Between rolling my ankles Monday night and landing on a water sprinkler (which has left a lovely tender crescent-shaped bruise on my hip) last night, I'm waiting to end this game with a broken limb. This is a lot more dangerous than Whimsy ever was.
But hey, I'm a zombie now! I can eat brains! (Also, I totally got Nick off-guard. It was awesome and I got a bazillion hugs. :D) My only regret is that it was a random zombie who got me, instead of Will or Gini or Chelsey or Luke or Kitty. Zac was planning on turning me himself, but he got there way too late for that. Oh well - at least now I can hang out with them most of the night instead of hiding in the bushes and hoping my guns don't jam on me.
But hey, I'm a zombie now! I can eat brains! (Also, I totally got Nick off-guard. It was awesome and I got a bazillion hugs. :D) My only regret is that it was a random zombie who got me, instead of Will or Gini or Chelsey or Luke or Kitty. Zac was planning on turning me himself, but he got there way too late for that. Oh well - at least now I can hang out with them most of the night instead of hiding in the bushes and hoping my guns don't jam on me.