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Random Zombies

Before we get started today, you really need to watch this.

That's how I always did that level.

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Now, I have something else for you. At work here, we sometimes get involved in what I would describe as less-than-productive behavior. This is, perhaps, not entirely uncommon in my industry.

That said, rarely has a day been so completely destroyed than the day that my office-mates and I found The Zombie Game.

I am grislyness. Grislyness, the zombie. As of right now, I am ranked 672nd. I rule.

Unfortunately, I am currently being held captive by my malicious overlord, the UnTrevor. But let me assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that will not stand. No. The UnTrevor is going down.

Here's the thing about this game: it's just a freakin' website. It's... it's... not even really a game in the way we have come to think of it. It's more like a play-by-mail game where the turns are very, very fast.

Must admit, though. Draining the vitality of my minions to serve my nefarious ends is pretty satisfying. Even if it's just a website.

I will be sending out infection invitations to many of you. This will insure my ongoing power. Do not fear me; together, we can rule the known universe. Also, it will add your name to their spam list, which is always a good thing.

Mu hu. Wa ha. Wa ha.

o.O

People... are really freakin' funny.

You may (or may not) be familiar with the Elder God C'thun. He(/She/It) is the end boss of An'Qiraj... which, if you have a life also might need some explaining. It's a dungeon in World of Warcraft, of course, one of many.

Well, yesterday I hooked up with C'thun's MySpace. He's a swingin' fellow, as it turns out. He just wants some mortals to consume, is that so much to ask?

Turns out MySpace is becoming quite the popular hang out for the World of Warcraft named mobs. How these virtual entities are managing to reach across the interstellar void of existence itself (as, you know, they only exist in the most thin of interpretations of the word) to, you know, dink around with HTML and construct a homepage on a social networking site... well, perhaps it's something best left unexplored.

The complete roster, however, is certainly worth a look.

My apologies to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about. This shit is way funnier if you've fought and killed these jerks 45 times. But, I think it might still be amusing (assuming you share my twisted perspective on humor) even if you haven't been farming these guys for drops.

Ahem.

Blackrock Mountain (various):

• Nefarian (who seems to take his job very seriously... I respect that)
• General Drakkisath

Ahn'Qiraj:

• C'thun
  
• Emperor Vek'nilash

Zul-Gurub:

• Hakkar (sometimes an Elder God just needs a hug)

Molten Core:

• Ragnaros has two pages, it seems. He seems to be experimenting.
  
• Majordomo Executus (coward)
• Magmadar (the cutest giant two-headed lava dog in the world, who'sagoodboy, who'sagoodboy!!)

Various other instances:

• Onyxia (the Black Dragon Queen)
• Baron Rivendare (who has chosen a tastefully framed pic for himself)
• Lord Kazzak
• Archmage Arugal
• Cookie (the ship's cook), who's taste in homepage music is nothing short of exquisite...

Folks who are Outside:

• Sylvanas (you know, the Banshee who freed the Undead from the shackles of their masters, giving them free will? Yeah. She sounds kinda confused about it though.)
• Prince Thunderaan, The Wind Seeker
• ...Auctioneer Wabang? God damn it, I knew that dude made a lot of money, but... WOW! How do I get that job!?!

And, my personal favorite:

• Hogger

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The Internet... is the best thing ever.

Flintlocke. Yes, Really.

I love the Internet. Let me just set that straight. I've heard these "the Darklord hates the Interweb" rumors, and I'm saying it here for the record: it's a dirty, damn lie. And I've paid good money to have it squelched, so let's just let it end here. Cool?

I specifically love web comics.

I grewed up reading the funny pages every damn day. I remember this one time, I brought a bunch of Peanuts collections to keep me entertained during some religious meeting my father was was attending at a friend's house, and ended up embarassing him horribly because I was giggling away in the bedroom to Snoopy while the adults were trying to commune with the big "G" or something.

I really haven't changed much since then. I still loves me a good comic strip. Yes I do.

And, for those of you who don't know, the goddamn Internet has changed the entire face of this delightful medium. Yes it has. For you see, it had long been understood that there were only twenty-seven or so comic strips in existence (only enough to fill a page and a half in your local newspaper), and it was further understood that these strips had to be bland, banal, and pretty fucking stupid, generally, or else the editors of said papers would cut them.

I like to think of this as the "Dark Ages" of comic-ery. Comicary. Comic... itude?

Then, lo, one day I was browsin' me some interweb, and I stumbled upon the best online comic strip story of all time. Sluggy Freelance is not so much a comic as it is an epic exertion of hilarity and drama, exerted out of its creator apparently by sheer force of will. It's outstanding.

If you haven't read it, start at the fucking beginning. Don't think you can just drop right in or something. Because you can't.

For me, see, this was a bit of an eye opener. "What's this??" said me befuddled noggin, "A comic strip, written for adults, that is funny, serious, witty, disturbing, and clever?? Whaaaaaaaa?"

Such a thing did not exist, as far as I knew, outside of Calvin and Hobbes (defunct) and Bloom County (also defunct). But, as it turns out, there are many, many more of these available for your viewing pleasure.

Flintlocke is not one of those.

No, friends. No.

Flintlocke is one of those things that can only exist inside the web. It is a horrid, awful abomination, a merging of ideas so foul that it should only be tasted in two's and three's.

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I'm almost all the way through the archives. Oh. My. God.

Episode 1: Guide to Maiming Meat that Walks is... pretty much required reading. If you are a geek. Which I know you are.

And, anyone who has dumped more of their life than they should have into WoW pretty much needs to read Episode 2: Ogre Killing in 56 Easy Steps.

Beyond that, you have no one but yourself to blame.