Brains should always be served Rare..... maybe scrambled.
The good people at Capcom are my Wife’s absolute favorite people. Here’s what happened to me the other night.
Out of a dead sleep (No pun intended) I bolt upright awake to the sounds of zombies attacking. To my bitter bitter disappointment it is not the start of the zombie apocalypse it’s my wife playing “Zombie Café.”
Nursing a no small amount of resentment I ask her in the humblest way possible “What the crap, woman!”
She responds “I’m training my zombie waiters in my Zombie Café. Now go back to sleep.” Then she laughs. This is how life goes in my home.
…..And Damnit, now she’s got me playing it.
I thought you would have been all over this game. It even shares your initials. I’ve got this one on my phone, it is addictive.
It’s my wife who’s the casual game nut. She plays all those games. Ever since I started the webcomic my time for things like that have taken a huge hit.
I don’t regret it, but sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good. If I ever get to do this for a living maybe I’ll be able to play a bit more… maybe.
Last night when I let my poodle out for her evening stroll, I got a really creepy vibe. The atmosphere was that of a storm brewing and I kept hearing odd sounds. Also, my neighbors were doing something weird in their backyard with flashlights. It just felt like it was the start of the zombie apocalypse. Drawing on my vast but until now useless knowledge of fiction, I realized if I didn’t get that darn dog in, I would be the idiot who looks for the pet while not noticing the danger right behind them.
That would be awesome though, If your life was a horror movie, you could be that guy. The oblivious character who puts themselves in clear danger and everyone knows they’re gonna die.
That makes you victem #1 and there’s a certain amount of pride you can take in that.