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[kindigo]

So when I went upstairs for breakfast this morning, I happened to look out the front window, expecting the usual sight: street, currently sheepless field, the railroad tracks I run down to the bus stop when I'm late, a house, another street, Cow Mountain. Except something was different this morning. something was missing. Can you guess what it was?

Me: Hmmmhmm, oh hey, cheesey bread, mmy cheesy, wow it's oddly bright for this early in the morning, ohmigod the mountain is gone.
Mist: Mwahahaha, we have stolen Silent Hill Cow Mountain. All your fears cows are belong to us.
Cows: *disembodied moo*
Me: O_O *creeped out by the thought of freak falling ZOMBIE COWS LOOMING OUT OF THE MIST!* >>Where is the mountain?<<
Beata: >>It's covered by the mist, duh.<<
Me: >>What's<< mist >>in German?<<
Beata: Nebel.
Me. Nephelheim, wha...?
Beata: >>Go out in the mist and feed Christmas and Dinner.<<
Me: >>But...I will get lost in the mist...<<
Beata: >>Too bad. Go anyway.<<
Me: Mist.

Note to English speakers: 'Mist' in German means >>crap<<.

Me: *to the rabbits* Hi Christmas, hi Dinner, enjoy YOUR LAST MEAL.
Christmas: *panicks wildly*
Dinner: *munches potato*
Me: That's right. You too can celebrate your last supper. *turns to go back to the house*
Mist: *thickens ominously*
Chainsaw: *starts up in the background* (*no, seriously, it did*)
Me: I, er...I know I'm somewhere near the fish pond...
Rabbit cage: *suddenly and quietly disappears in the mist*
Me: *freaking out* There was a hole here
zombie!cows: Braiiiins Müüüüüüüüü.
Me: *backs away nervously*
Fish pond: *looming suddenly* IT'S NOT AS GONE AS YOU THINK!
Me: *falls in the fish pond*


Yes, so, one hot bath later, (dude. water + 1° = hypothermia!) I am preparing to leave for my Christmas present. ? We are driving to it, apparently. This is yay, because I have no chance to survive, as I will have several heartattacks in the car as "zombies" jump out at me.

The first obstacle will of course, be getting anywhere near the car without checking under it first, preferably with a tyre iron, because the Schmiedgens already think I'm weird (probably from Nanowrimo, and I'm sure falling in their pond in an inexplicable panic didn't help much either).

All right, I'm off. *stocks up the zombie gear* Where's the portable radio?

Comments

[ethereal-vision.livejournal.com]

I laugh at your fear and misery. Only because that's exactly how I would have reacted. US a phone if no radio. And a plank of wood with a nail in it is your friend. So are little juice drinks.

I need an ampoule

[kindigo.livejournal.com]

And I'll keep a flashlight with extra batteries. *keeps an eye out for ammo and random health kits lying on the ground* ...OOh a SHINY!

[blame-my-muses.livejournal.com]

Kiki, might I suggest you just go back to the Winchester and wait for it to all blow over...?

In the mean time...*hands a heavy fence post* Hit 'em if they get too close.

[kindigo.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *clutches blunt weapon*

Actually, *looks around* I would truly be weaponless if zombies attacked now.

*puts buying a chainsaw sawed-off shotgun baseball bat on ToDoList*

[dontforgetme.livejournal.com]

Don't bother with the small fry, wait for the wailing siren; he's coming.
That's right.
Pyramid head.