Category: Zombies
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Tombiekins
In the Mansion Where the floorboards creak Resides a being Of which no-one speaks With maddened eyes And celadon complexion A haunting grimace And macabre reflection A zombie of sorts Mixed with vampire blood Tombiekins knows He is misunderstood Limbs akimbo Ears in the air And other loose body parts Strewn everywhere Deep within Lies a complicated…
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Limbs
Dancing, stretching, reaching, bending. Grabbing, gripping, holding, tearing. Leaning, groaning, creaking, moaning. The trees aren’t the only things in the mist…
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Urrgh!
And the Hallowe’en posts continue! Urrgh. Squelch. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Scratch. Rip. Drag. Squelch. Urrgh. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Shriek. Drip. Squelch. Thud. Urrgh. Slip. Splash. Drip. Ahh. Urrgh.
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The Zombie Kokey
You put your left leg in You leave your left leg there You raise your right arm up You fling your hand in the air You turn your head right around It doesn’t stop where you stare Knees creak Arms snap Aarghh aarghh aarghh! Ooooh, the zombie kokey… Ow, the zombie kokey… Eee, the zombie…
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Green Power
I’ve finally managed to complete the construction of my prototype chlorophyll reactor; a device that uses grass itself to generate cheap, clean, and renewable energy. The building itself is ecologically friendly, made mostly out of fallen trees, although the reactor inside is cutting-edge technology. The stories of the zombies of the forest never really bothered…
The Mansionic Perspective 