Accepted at into_spring Join him won't you?

[youvegotsuckersluck]

Oh...I'm in?

...but I wanted out...

....Zombie Santa Claus? Wasn't bringing Aperture here bad enough?

You're insane.

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dusts off for youuu

[fattynoparents]

[Please enjoy one (1) raised eyebrow.

You lost her at Zombie Santa Claus, bro.]

Hiii! Miss you!

[youvegotsuckersluck]

Reanimating the dead! Killing people then bringing them back.

But an imperfect creature, constantly decaying. Only base emotion left. Hunger. Anger. So weak but so dangerous. Toxic. Unfeeling. Cold.

The mun...he thinks it would be...fun!

[Wants to hide behind you SO BAD right now Chell]

[fattynoparents]

[That's cool bro you can hide behind her

she don't mind.

In fact, she's going to look mildly surprised and more than a little concerned about this situation.]

[youvegotsuckersluck]

And then there's going to be an Aperture post there. With lasers and turrets and bullets and grabby claws and toxic pools and walls and white and panels and I DON'T WANNA GO!!!

[Cower tremble]

OMG HIIII! I'm at Paradisa or I might take you up on that.

[silentrunning]

[She kind of just stares for a moment, before removing the pen she's got clipped over the tie in her ponytail and scrawling a message.]

Zombie Santa Clause? What is a zombie? Who is Santa Clause?

Hiii! I'd love to try and sway you over AIM~

[youvegotsuckersluck]

[blinks and reads the message]

Um...a zombie is the mindless reanimated corpse of the dead. Driven by hunger they feel no pain and do all they can to consume the flesh of the living. Particularly the brain...

[taps on his forehead, apparently having a moment of lucidity]

Alas lack of AIM. Do have plurk though. Cryptonpeaches

[silentrunning]

[She regards him thoughtfully, head tilted sideways before writing again.]

Is She there? SHE is more dangerous than any flesh-consuming reanimated corpse.

[Reaches out in an attempt to pat you on the shoulder before writing more.]

Can't do much from here, but you can hide behind me for now. Also, brain-consuming flesh-eating reanimated corpse? Sounds like a Cave Johnson invention.

[Yeah. She's figured out who he is, and that he left the instructions. And she feels she owes him something.]

[OOC: I'm now imagining Santa all boney and rotting and stuff and running around going "Hooooo Hooooo Hooooo!" BEST idea for a Christmas plot EVER.]

Alas lack of Plurk. We'll have to communicate here :p

[youvegotsuckersluck]

[flinches when she reaches to pat him, such a timid creature]

She is...it is...in a way. A copy, cut and paste but missing pieces, missing important pieces...

And another, an Aperture creation by her for you!!

(Ooc: I thought so~ the Christmas event I'm planning drops the players in a North Pole full of zombie elves and one big bad undead St. Nick >B3 our game is also setting up an Aperture Science themed Area to open soon for exploration and Adventure. It's an even to slow paced game with a modest cast of varied and interesting fandoms. A lot of Survival against the elements, exploring strange new worlds and trying to answer the mysteries that have brought everyone together. Plenty of room for players to build on their own ideas and help add to the world.))

Re: Alas lack of Plurk. We'll have to communicate here :p

[silentrunning]

[Chell withdraws her hand. After all, she hadn't meant to terrify him. But she still writes back.]

What do you mean "An Aperture science creation for me?" Why would I want such a thing? Why would I ever want to go back? I finally gained my freedom. And what pieces is SHE missing? Tell me all about it.

[You've got her attention now, Doug. Really. But still, best not to mention that she still has a pretty bad case of Stockholm Syndrome where GLaDOS is concerned, both hating and loving the AI by turns.]

[Ooc: That sounds kind of epic actually. If I weren't in school right now I might consider. Poor characters having to explore Aperture though. XD. Also, zombie elves would be kind of epic too. One way to put a spin on the holiday. :D]

[youvegotsuckersluck]

Alternate universes....eternal testing, a child forged, born of sparks and diamond, cold and cruel like it's mother. No manger, no star, no wise men only women.

[shaking like a leaf but doing his best to stay on track]

Emotions distilled, dissected, processed and programmed. When does duplication and replication become reality? Over time?

Out of time?! No...not yet...

((Ooc: that's understandable, still give us a look or a shot, we are accommodating to all types of schedules because we're smaller and more relaxed. Also the creature he's referring to is a great little OC love child robot boy.))

[square_cubelaw]

Zombie... Santa Claus?

[youvegotsuckersluck]

A being of magical unexplainable energy overwhelmed by corruption and wickedness. Death. Toxicity. We're all on the naughty list in his dead empty white eyes.

[square_cubelaw]

Ooookay. I think you're going to need more sleep and more pills.

Or less pills.

I'm not sure which, but you're either taking too much or too little of something.

[youvegotsuckersluck]

More.

I used the last pill I had to meet her, but I got shot because it hadn't worn off yet.

[square_cubelaw]

Can we try that again, with less crazy and more of the in between details that hopefully will make that make sense?

[youvegotsuckersluck]

I'm not sure how to make the reanimated dead sound less crazy...or me for that matter.

[square_cubelaw]

Okay, I'll give you that.

But why Santa Claus?

[youvegotsuckersluck]

Because Mun's monsters. They toy with us! Like a child with dolls. Gods with no morals!