Becoming a zombie possibly… possibly means not giving a crap what happens to your body. Or it should mean you should care what happens to your body a whole lot.
That is possibly the sickest thing I have ever seen in a webcomic………
LOVE IT! lol…..
I will take that as the highest of complements.
I agree with seattleseth, that is aweomse. XD
Also, you haven’t been advertising the Top Web Comics votey thing.
I’ve been to busy with freelance work. I still want to do it, but…. life.
Doesn’t mean you can’t say something like “don’t forget to vote people.”
True…… Don’t forget to vote folks!
If I was a zombie, I would care a whole lot about what happens to my body, unless it’s one of those types of zombiefication where you can just pick up a new limb and stick it on and it go on working like it should. Then as long as you have spare parts, you’re set…..though walking around with something of someone else’s would take some getting used to.
That “Dylan Dog” movie had zombies who could just trade out parts which I thought was cool. Then there’s “Death Becomes Her” where you live forever, but you really really need to take care of your body.
Or get a lot of bondo and spackle for it.
That totally rocks!!!!
Doesn’t this open the whole debate about what kind of bodily functions a zombie really would have? I mean any creature that eats would, in theory, produce waste. At the same time, a zombie is pretty much nothing but waste product slowly rotting away.
Under that logic, wouldn’t a zombie’s gut get bigger and bigger as it ate until it burst?
I like to think of a zombies condition as a sliding scale of just how dead it is. I mean you can have zombies that are basically as good as a human with some possible dietary concerns all the way to say Fulci’s zombies which are barely animated corpses.
It’s an interesting subject.
Wow have you no natural inhibitions? I’m glad you don’t because it’s frakking hilarious! Seriously though real life is more gross. There are fetishists who will pay for sex in a colostomy stoma. I had the pleasure of hearing about that from the other side of a curtain in the E. R. Worst night ever.
Oh… I’m gonna be sick. I could have gone forever without knowing that.
That’s it, I’m going to go live out in the woods away from humanity.
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