part 63 is tapping at the chamber door

[aphanon_meme]

I'm in a very October-y mood... or, well, more of a Halloween mood. I'm excited for Halloween... I wish it would get here sooner. :D In any case, I hope your Octobers are going well so far!

Enjoy part 63!

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Comments

[anonymous]

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[anonymous]

[winces] Lackey is such an ugly word. I'm certainly not in his pay, if that's what you're implying. [disdainful look]

So you admit to breaking England's heart then?

[anonymous]

Oh I know you were hurt. It just wasn't enough.

[glare]

[anonymous]

[puts on a sympathetic face]

But of course I would, dear America. Why don't you tell me all about it over a nice cup of te-coffee?

[starts brewing coffee, ominously. Some muffins sprout out of the ground]

[anonymous]

Fine, suit yourself [vanishes the coffee with a gesture] Teenagers.

Well, there are these things called empathy and listening. Foreign concepts to you I'm sure, but I can manage them now and then.

I don't see why I should do as you tell me.

[a zombie England appears. He shuffles towards you. His heart is missing and he seems to be crying tears of blood]

[anonymous]

Hmmmm. [looks slightly concerned, but then expression hardens]

[the zombies trips and falls but continues heading towards you- about half a metre away now. His mouth opens and he gurgles and spits blood, before groaning what sounds like 'America']

Like your typical horror movie villian

[anonymous]

[Zombie England drags himself forward inch by inch, groaning and dripping blood and various icky fluids all the while, until he's within range of your ankle, at which point he makes a grab for it and gasps out, as if every word is painful: America, help me!]

[The Anon summons up a can of beer and snaps it open. Oh boy, that's refreshing!]

Sadly I have to go, so got to wrap it up in about two posts

[anonymous]

[snaps fingers. Zombie England disappears]

Oh man, you should have seen your face!

[walks over, grinning, and offers you a dark brown bottle]

Want a beer? Might help your poor nerves recover!