June 13th, 2008

I'm... I'm actually kind of insulted.

Everywhere I go, everyone I see is covered in pustules and bite wounds, sometimes dragging limbs or dangling an eye. They're chowing on the populace like anime fans with Pocky.

Except me.

It doesn't matter what I do--wave my arms, scream and dance, kick 'em in the knee... They don't seem to think I'm edible.

Maybe it's time I took a shower.