tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224977459467038617.post7508920119428898162..comments2023-02-27T09:12:51.953-05:00Comments on The (Next) Most Dangerous Game: Chapter 37 - Return to SenderRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100214534271300219noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224977459467038617.post-38436296008897704672009-01-06T07:14:00.000-05:002009-01-06T07:14:00.000-05:00“T.Rex. He flipped to the East Wing dormitory mast...“T.Rex. He flipped to the East Wing dormitory master and <B>started to key into</B> the nearest room.” – think you mixed thoughts<BR/><BR/>to peace: You did take Ryan-world Beard with you.<BR/><BR/>Smack 'em a good one for me...big dummy headsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224977459467038617.post-34518774455258536552008-12-11T17:15:00.000-05:002008-12-11T17:15:00.000-05:00You've obviously never observed me playing "All Fl...You've obviously never observed me playing "All Flesh Must Be Eaten." I will not separate from the group unless we are a) Clearly All Doomed and it is time for us to Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory or, b) The Messiah, Rabbi Yeshua of Nazareth, a.k.a. Jesus Christ, the Son of Man, etc., has descended from the Heavens themselves before my very eyes and has been, to this point, easily destroying zombies with lances of holy fire from His fingers and eyes. Failing the lances of fire, He'd need to be carrying Daddy's Personal Shotgun (which in my mind achieves a similar effect). If that Guy had my back, then I'd separate from the group. But I mean, that's pretty much it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18106352374733393145noreply@blogger.com