I drew this zombie shriner while waiting in the Doctor’s office. I was there because I suffer from an excessive amount of sexiness and the Doctor was trying in vain to help me.
The cure for excessive sexiness? There is none.
I’m just going to have to live with it.
I want to go to a “Zombie Class” but not some class where people start speculating on what zombies can and cannot do. I’ve already been to a bunch of those. Max Brook’s lecture by the way was really funny and if you get the chance you should check it out.
No, I want to go to a zombie class where they talk about the historical origin of the zombie myth and talk about undead mythology in other cultures and history.
Why? Because I am a huge nerd, that’s why.
Sadly zombies are a made up monster whether you like it or not. To me that means zombies can do whatever the author of the zombie story says they can do. I mean if Stephanie Myer can make millions with vampires that glitter instead of frying in the sun then I say Zombies have no hard and fast rules. This is a huge pet peeve of mine.
I found this pretty cool tutorial about making your very own Necronomicon and had to share.
(This is where I get stupidly defensive as I think this tutorial is pretty cool)
Sure it’s not quite as ambitious as my Super Awesome Necronomicon Tutorial of Evil, but it’s not bad…. I guess. If you don’t want to spend hours and hours obsessing over details till your wife threatens to divorce you and your children forget what you look like. But that’s commitment damn it! I regret nothing!
Yes mine took decidedly longer. But hey, when your dealing with capricious old ones who are very likely to drive you mad and devour you, you should probably be careful about quality control.
(End mock defensiveness)
On the plus side this process will take you a bit less time than mine, and at least your marriage will be saved. Good Job.
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I love doing these Futurama Zombie Apocalypse comics. Here’s Mom, the black hearted leader of Momcorp. There’s always a reason why the dead rise up to devour the living. It could be radiation, disease, perhaps you’ve pissed off your local Voodoo priest.
I bet you never thought the zombie apocalypse would be started by Dear Old Sweet Mom.