Ticking Ticking Tocking

[Shadell]

The ticking stops. the coffin, that being the one buried several feet under ground, explodes violently, detonating the entire graveyard in one go.

"Crystals now!"

And a dashingly handsome young zombie appears!

[Kether]

*Is unfamiliar with a dashingly Handsome young Zombie*

[Just some lady]

*Would, were she here, and not scattered to the far winds, wonder perhaps why Kether would be preoccupied with zombie recognition rather then her own asploding! @__@ Luckily she is not though, so no one is subject to that!*

[Kether]

*Would, were she here, and not scattered to the far winds, wonder perhaps why Kether would be preoccupied with zombie recognition rather then her own asploding! @__@ Luckily she is not though, so no one is subject to that!*

*it takes more than a graveyard of explosions to blow up me!*

[Knight Errant]

Dact is... explodeded! But luckily, he has more armor on than a war elephant. So he settles for crashing backwards into and through a stone wall, wincing. "Damnit... what the hell?"

[Kether]

Dact is... explodeded! But luckily, he has more armor on than a war elephant. So he settles for crashing backwards into and through a stone wall, wincing. "Damnit... what the hell?"

*dact smashes into a large animate pitcher of liquid sending glass and koolaid flying*

[Shadell]

Damnit, you're supposed to die!

*The valiant young zombie produces a remote and starts jamming buttons. Fire, explosions, and presumably a lot of pain for all involved follow.*

[Kether]

Damnit, you're supposed to die!

*The valiant young zombie produces a remote and starts jamming buttons. Fire, explosions, and presumably a lot of pain for all involved follow.*

*Points out that said zombie would fall under the category of "all those involved"*

[Knight Errant]

And Lo, with explosions and fire and pain raining down upon the land... our noble hero...

Runs away!

[Shadell]

*Points out that said zombie would fall under the category of "all those involved"*

*Would point out that GENIUS! can hardly be expected to pay attention to such small details as that, but is busy deciding between rolling around in pain and trying to chase down the retreating knight.*