I can't believe this

[encephelopathy]

I just found out that my roommate, arshermetica, threw my cat to some...zombies? to make a quick escape. I am so pissed, I love that cat. The Captain, in all of his needy, loud, shirt collar-nursing ways, is gone. He is now...zombie fodder? Or...shit, zombie kitty? Not ok

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[defiantfist]

Well, you should find some way to amuse yourself, start setting them on fire, watch them flail or something. I find embedding large steel bolts into the craniums of the living dead to be quite satisfying.

[redcub74]

The world will miss The Captain.

Well, not really. But I thought I would try to be supportive anyway.

I'm figuring he'll be back in the morning, except now he'll be trying to climb up my body to munch on my brains as I walk to the shower. Need to remember to carry a big club with me when I get up in the morning.