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[daisybell]

Oh no. Oh no no.

'It's just a game, Joker. Nothing bad's gonna happen'. Yeah, sure, I've heard that before. It's like dodgeball, right? All fun and games, right up until the point someones leg get torn off by a really angry reanimated corpse.

Hey, on the bright side? At least the zombie'll have its work cut out for it— easy pickings here.

Zombies, abandoned space stations, villages full of talking, magical animals... can't you find someplace normal to stick me? You know, maybe the Normandy?

Crazy idea, I know.

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[oncrack]

Zombies? Ew. Your life kinda sucks. ...no offence.

[fasten_zip]

Hmmm.. You know, I think I had to deal with all of those in the last year. I think you and I should compare stories over a bowl of pasta. I've got a good one involving aliens genetically modifying humans, telepaths, being controlled into turning a friend over to get tortured, and seeing a race of homicidal aliens obliterating entire worlds. And then it gets REALLY crazy.

[the_stig]

[The man(?) in the white racing suit and helmet just stares at you for a moment. At least you think he's staring at you. His face is pointed in that general direction.]

[He stands still for a moment, then reaches in a pocket and pulls out a notepad and a pen. He goes over and sits on a nearby chair gesturing you toward a couch as he crosses his legs.]

[This looks like it might be the world's strangest psychiatric session ever...]

[normandy7]

You've always been good at making friends, Joker. I'm sure you'll have someone who'll cover your ass in no time.