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11/27/2014 8:23:14 AM
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You were brought back to life by a floating Rubik Cube whose very existence is shady at best.
While you may want to be the master of your own destiny, you are a zombie who was given a weapon and told to do whatever the zombie masters want. We are not legends. We are zombies with twinklie toys.
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But they're not even telling us to do stuff. Once you hit end game, they're just like "Well, do whatever you want" or "Could you pick up some groceries for me?" Being a space zombie hellbent on ridding the universe of evil sounds excellent. Gives me a feeling of "Yo, go commit some genocide on this planet and report back when it's done. Then there's more genocide later. On the moon."
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I dunno about you, but I have been a mass murderer thus far to rival the ages. See they are zombies too and waiting for the zombie chain of command to be enacted so they are like, "Dunno, go kill this guy again and get better twinklies until we have any clue what is going on." See, you just need to adapt to the zombie soldier lifestyle. Asking these questions gets you in trouble. They gave me a busted ass gun, said shoot them and gave me a better shinier gun. Story and reasons... BAH! Just get in the way of my cheese...er...gun hunting!
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Edited by PHoToS999: 11/27/2014 8:56:03 AMI mean, you'd think I would have murdered enough by now to get what I want. I've murdered over 30k agents of darkness and almost 2k guardians. That's like an entire block of New York.
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See? It is just the zombie in ya... You got brains, but you want MORE brains. I do too! MORE brains. I say, In Profit You Trust... Little Light gave you treats and put you in touch with other dealers that can get you treats. What are the other races offering?! Nothing! Trust your profits!
