This is what happens when you eat mac'n'cheese, cereal, and hotdogs before bed.

[Doc ock rokc]

...trust me if it had anything to due with zombies I would have killed myself or gone crazy (or both) before you would have met me. I am phobic of zombies.

[ChaoticBrain]

Originally Posted by Shyria Dracnoir

So have a video instead

Can't sleep, clown will eat me, can't sleep, clown will eat me...

[Pip Boy]

Originally Posted by Loyal

Can't possibly have been all of us. C'mon man, details.

I tend to barely remember my dreams enough to post what I did post. The details that were left out weren't left out in apathy, but because I can't remember them to save my life. Although I do vaguely remember the only forum members who were there are frequent posters who use humanoid avatars, and all of them looked exactly like their avatars or more realistic human versions of humanoid cartoons used in said avatars. Take yours for example.

EDIT: Thinking about it again, I find it very ironic that SMB chose to hide so close to a hunting club run by republicans that included Glenn Beck.

[Aldurin]

I can barely remember my avatars so I'll assume you saw me as Dr. Hobo.

Hell if it was a zombie outbreak and I could wear anything I want that look would be on the upper end of my list.

And Smarty was obviously utilising our several pyromaniacs to try to wipe out political competition.

[Doc ock rokc]

...I wonder if I was In the Fall out suit my avi sports...I would be less inclined to kill myself If I had one.

[Magus]

Originally Posted by Pip Boy

Seriously last night I had the most fucked up dream of my life. Political tensions between America and Russia were high again for reasons that were simply tied into the narrative of my dream from the start, as is often the case with dreams. Just for extra security, the river between portland and vancouver had a big-ass battleship in it just in case we got attacked here which is stupid because a battleship won't do much from a river.

Anyways, my family and I went to a movie theater next to the river, but the movie got interrupted halfway through when the power went out. We went outside just in time to see that two russian subs had surfaced in the river near the battleship, and everyone was firing missiles all over the fucking place. Russian soldiers were running around shooting guns screaming in their crazy nonsense language while missiles touched down pretty much all over the place. Pretty soon, fucking aliens started beaming down from god knows where and started killing the Russians for us, but once they were all done with the Russians, they started killing the Americans too because we apparently weren't supposed to know that there were aliens. Top secret.

We all started running and screaming and stuff and the US troops were now fighting the aliens and nobody knew what was going on. Then, after the crowds had run a good distance away, I remembered that I had left something important (I think it was a cell phone?) in the theater I was in when all this shit started and I went back there, trying to avoid crossfire from the aliens and US soldiers on the way. When I got there and grabbed the phone, it was just in time to see some giant-ass alien that was crawling around wrecking shit like the cloverfield monster push over the building I had just run out of and then I was like SHITSHITSHITRUNRUNRUN. But just as I rounded the corner, there were more russians. It was okay though, the Russians had now teamed up with the Americans to defeat the aliens, who it turned out were the reason the russians were attacking us all along.(..?)

Even if they are on our team now, Im not a big fan of Russians so I stole one of their jeeps and used it to flee the city north to a smaller town with a private airstrip called Chehalis, which was now under siege by zombies that the aliens had been making. At the airstrip, I used my survival guide and kit to convince a pilot that I was a zombie survival expert, so she flew me the hell out of there and we teamed up. On the way to a safehouse she and her friends had set up in the mountains, however, we got shot down a mere 3 miles from out destination and had to parachute down into the woods.

I landed cleanly, while she got stuck up in some trees. I grabbed the shotgun from the plane and went on a half-life-esque adventure through the woods to find where she was and cut her down, whilst fighting many angry alien zombies. After she was down, we trekked the rest of the way to the safehouse, which was some rich fancy pants's house that had been abandoned by the owner on account of him being killed by aliens. Anyways, there she introduced me to all of her friends, who turned out to be the cliche'd group of around 5-6 people each with a different skill that would normally seem mundane but applies well to our situation because there is great need for it. Namely; a doctor, carpenter, gardener, HAM radio operator, and a guy who spent too much time in Vietnam and knew how to make traps like on Rambo. Even more good news, the home we had taken turned out be totally loaded with guns because it had previously belonged to a hunting club run by John McCain, Sarah Palin, and Michael Steel. Even better, when we got into the clubs meeting room, we discovered that the "Hunting Club" was just a cover for a "Nazi Hunting Club", so it was filled with automatic weapons, snipers, scopes, silencers, bullets, bla bla bla. Anyways, we set traps around the house, set up a garden, established shifts, etc.

There was even a smaller home down the hill a bit by the river with a boat that we could use as a getaway if the zombies overwhelm us at the bigger house. A few days later after things had been nice and slow zombie-wise, a giant horde of them attacked us so we sounded the alarm and everyone started shooting. They were the slow kind of zombies, so it wasn't too big a deal. Just as we thought we were winning, however, a giant alien-dog thing that ran on four and had long tentacle things with blades on the end of them busted in through a wall and started eating carpenter guy. We tried killing it, but the bullets didn't seem to affect it, so we were like "Shit, RUN!" and went to the boat we had set up in our-fallback location. Just as the boat was taking off, Vietnam Guy hit a detonator and the whole house exploded violently, killing all zombies and alien monsters that had been inside.

We boated down the river for a bit and found another house that looked like it had survivors, so we decided to go there, and were allowed to stay in exchange for a few of our many, many guns. Then we discovered who was running the place.

You motherfuckers. NPF had set up a safehouse in the mountains and everyone had gotten there somehow. And I have got to say, after meeting all of you guys in person in my dream, I am just disappointed. A while later I woke up, and everything after there is boring and blurry.

SO THE MORAL TO THIS STORY IS:

Late-night forum browsing while eating Mac-N-cheese with hotdogs in it and breakfast cereal, all right before going to bed, will make you have fucked up dreams. Thank you.

Isn't this the script for the new Michael Bay movie?

[Geminex]

Although I do vaguely remember the only forum members who were there are frequent posters who use humanoid avatars, and all of them looked exactly like their avatars or more realistic human versions of humanoid cartoons used in said avatars.

Does that mean I was terezi?
I'm not sure if that'd be a good thing.

[Wigmund]

Originally Posted by Pip Boy

Although I do vaguely remember the only forum members who were there are frequent posters who use humanoid avatars, and all of them looked exactly like their avatars or more realistic human versions of humanoid cartoons used in said avatars.

Oh great, I was a Skitty Crotch then.


Only fucked up thing that's been in my dreams recently is I had a troll version of the Slender Man stalking me. I was in my living room and looked out the window and he was just standing there, watching me, wearing a Hawaiian lei and his business suit.

[Kyanbu The Legend]

Originally Posted by Pip Boy

I tend to barely remember my dreams enough to post what I did post. The details that were left out weren't left out in apathy, but because I can't remember them to save my life. Although I do vaguely remember the only forum members who were there are frequent posters who use humanoid avatars, and all of them looked exactly like their avatars or more realistic human versions of humanoid cartoons used in said avatars. Take yours for example.

EDIT: Thinking about it again, I find it very ironic that SMB chose to hide so close to a hunting club run by republicans that included Glenn Beck.

Wow so I was a girl in your dream. XD

[Aldurin]

Originally Posted by Kyanbu The Legend

Wow so I was a girl in your dream. XD

Cross-gender operations via avataring, now dirt cheap!!