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Zombie builds a house with his bare hands. Zombie installs furniture for their room. And for home defense, none other than: Optimus, repel all intruders. Only me and Zerabitu are allowed inside!

by Iced Earth. Uj5JSYiNrcc Does shit get more epic?

Previous | Next After Zombie and Zerabitu merged into the Zombitu, there were only four of us left. Our morale drastically dropped, and our levels of anxiety, stress, and fear went through the roof. We didn't know what to do anymore. All we could do was just move on. It hadn't occurred to us...

Previous | Next Night had crept it's way over the gun store, darkness consumed every inch inside. Zombie could barely see his hand in front of his face. The only sense the darkness was detrimental to was vision though. They could still hear the moaning, and the hands clawing at the walls. The...

Discontinued. Sorry if people actually continued to read the chapters. I'm especially sorry if you actually wanted more. I just wrote five fan fictions chapters in the last few days, and "I do it all for the Glory" received little to no attention. So I'm discontinuing this FF.

I'm not good at writing poetry, so don't give me shit or I'll give you genital warts. Oh Zerabitu my Zerabitu Oh Zerabitu, you have amazing tits My Zerabitu, you cure me of the shits Oh Zerabitu, I could hold your breasts for days My Zerabitu, You melt my heart like gamma rays Oh Zerabitu, how...

The element of surprise buttsex.

Who is "Rasengan" and why should we flame them?

-Zombie pulls out his Eric Clapton signature Stratocaster.- -Then begins playing "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton for Zerabitu.- qwprrAEL9-E "And then she asks me, do I look alright? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight."

Previous | Next I don't know why we hadn't given up hope yet. We were halfway through the second day, countless people were dying everywhere. Yet we continued to push on. We continued to try to survive. Will our demise be inevitable? We are up against overwhelming odds. The Chevy Astro's rear...

Previous | Next We thought we had gotten away. We thought it was all over. Yet, death lurked around every corner. Day Two Daybreak at the bottom of the lake, a hotel on it's shore, and horde of undead savages beckon at it's doors. A blissful night, awakened by harsh screams in the hallway...

Quick question. If a man were to get his mother pregnant and she had the child, would said child be your brother/sister or your son/daughter?

Reverence Table of Contents After having actual vehicles, traveling on foot sure did suck. What should have been an hour trip turned into four hours and daybreak as New Reno loomed on the horizon. The worst part was, Greg had no idea when that mad priest would show up again. He knew that...

Tinted rear windows so bystanders can't see inside. All the back seats have been removed. Shag carpeting, rotating circular bed, disco lights, fog machine, Elton John "Your Song" plays in the background. Please, allow the orgy to commence.

Previous | Next "We may or may not be the only ones left, so we're leaving this recording to anybody who finds it. This recording will be our story." The shallow and rasp voice was interrupted by screams in the background. The sounds of a scuffle and a wet smack ensue. Perhaps the sound that...

Moe Lester Name:Moe Lester Nickname:"No mister, noooo!" Gender:Male Age:Forty Clan:N/A Appearance: Everything Moe is absolutely despicable. The hunger in his deep brown eyes, as heavy puffy lids attain a deeper hue from a lack of sleep. A hunch accompanies his heavy shoulders as he always...

I think a better question to ask would be "Will people stop asking stupid questions nobody can answer?"

... people on NB use too many ellipses. Can you find the hidden hyperlink?

Memories Table of Contents It seemed like Gary was out cold. Greg shook him and he exhaled. Good, so he was still breathing. Greg began patting down his body, attempting to find any moisture that could indicate bleeding. “Oh, keep going, that's the spot baby.” Gary started talking whilst...

Metal Gear: The First Grade Tactical Educational Action "Snake. Snake! Snaaaaaaaaake!" The teachers ruler slammed down on his desk with a crack. Brown eyes darted forward seeing an angry teacher hovering over him. "Yes, Mr. Faust." The teacher straightened up, finally having caught the...