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31  General Discussion / Zombie Stuff / Re: Walking Dead Season 2 on: December 02, 2011, 07:41:44 pm
Wow, that was some ending.
32  General Discussion / Zombie Stuff / Re: Walking Dead Season 2 on: October 16, 2011, 08:47:36 pm
I just saw the season premiere. It was quite good. That scene where they enter the church is just SPOOKY.
33  General Discussion / Zombie Stuff / Re: Walking Dead Season 2 on: July 27, 2011, 09:38:14 am
Yeah, that's just a mannequin of Merle. By the way, here's the trailer.
34  General Discussion / Zombie Stuff / Walking Dead Season 2 on: July 26, 2011, 09:34:13 pm
I was at Comic Con this past weekend and thought I should post some pics. The show had its own booth and a huge panel. Unfortunately, I couldn't attend the panel. They also had the Season 2 trailer on a continuous loop. :-)

Here I am chained to the roof with everybody's favorite racist, zombie-killing crackhead. Notice the zombie hands trying to bust through?

And here's what they had at the comic series' booth.
35  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: July 25, 2011, 10:45:35 am
Am I the only one having trouble loading the strips? I can't view any of them now. Everything loads except for the image.
36  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: April 19, 2011, 09:45:48 pm

This is who that kid reminds me of. I'm still not convinced Ed is a girl.
37  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: April 19, 2011, 11:35:36 am

This one though, that Sammy gave a shot to on clinic duty, and then stole his sucker? Similar Hey Arnold! face, but a bit leaner?

The kid at the clinic looks like him and they have the same expressions. If that is him, then we know his Mom survives.
38  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: April 18, 2011, 03:14:16 pm
I was thinking it was the kid at school as well, but that kid has freckles. If you look at his sketch he also has a dog.
39  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: February 21, 2011, 08:10:51 pm
Heh, grandpa fart factory. Wait, I don't get it.  Huh?
40  TZH Discussion / TZH Discussion / Re: Today's Comic on: December 06, 2010, 11:35:54 am
Heh, did anybody else notice how the girls let Charlie carry all the shopping bags? Women...
41  General Discussion / Zombie Stuff / Re: Your zombie survival plan on: October 21, 2010, 08:41:01 pm
Unless you live in a sparsely populated region, try to avoid the military bases because there will be way too many refugees there. My home city is San Diego and although we have Camp Pendleton, Miramar MCAS, North Island NAS, and many other military facilities, I can guarantee they'd be filled with panicky people. Just try to stay out of cities in general. Even military installations that might be located in a small town could be within a short distance of major metropolitan areas. For example, Fort Hood is between Austin and Waco so it would be inundated with refugees from those two cities.

I have different zombie plans depending on how much notice I have.

Plan 1 (6 months' notice or more)
This would be if a zombie outbreak started outside of North America. I'd try to get myself a cabin somewhere in the Canadian Rockies and stock it with enough water, canned food, medicine, and gasoline to last for months. There would also be some packets of seeds so I could do some planting. I'd order two Short Magazine Lee-Enfield rifles, two Winchester shotguns, and two M1911 Colt pistols. Why two? Because one of them might break or I might find a partner. I'd spend months shipping ammo and other supplies up there and do my best to read up on wilderness survival, woodworking, and agriculture. Since North America probably wouldn't be in panic mode the shipping services would be working efficiently. At the first sign of an outbreak on this continent I'd go straight to my refuge.

And if the zombie outbreak is contained before it reaches my area, then at least I'll have one hell of a hunting lodge.  Grin

Plan 2 (several weeks' notice)
If an outbreak occurred in the United States I'm actually in a pretty good location. College Station is in the middle of nowhere; Houston and Austin are both more than a hundred miles away. That would give me enough time to get supplies and guns before panic sets in amongst the general population. The staircase outside is easy to dismantle so I can remain safe up on the second floor. I would also need to take precautions and be ready to move out. To do that I'd prepare like I would for a long backpacking trip and get ready to set out for Houston or Galveston. They're cities but I'd need a place where I might find a boat that could take me to Cuba.

Plan 3 (I wake up tomorrow with one of them pounding on my door)
First, assess the situation. If they're scattered then I'd just grab my hammer, fight off the immediate threat, and set to work taking down the staircase. After that I could start formulating more of a plan.

If there's a horde of them around here, then there would be nothing to do but throw clothes, contents of medicine cabinet, roll of toilet paper (important), water bottles, and non-perishable food in my duffel bag. Then I'd climb out my window and start walking towards the Gulf.
42  TZH Discussion / TZH Fan Fiction / Re: Thar be zombies in these waters! ARRRRR!!! on: August 24, 2010, 07:11:55 pm
*I have been busy moving to College Station, TX and have also been wondering about how to end it. Here is the grand finale!*

March 22 – Strong veerable winds. Fair weather. The ship is ours once again, though we feel no cheer. The following is an account of our battle.

During the morning watch a great commotion was heard. The Dutch raised an alarm and we heard many screams and gun-shots. At first we cheer’d for we believed an English warship had come to rescue us from our wretched captivity. But we could hear no cannon, nor English voices. Instead we heard Dutch cries as they lost their nerve and answering groans. After the battle our surgeon inform’d us that all the Dutch expir’d from the malady. He was much overworked and so used the same saws and knives on all the wounded. His loblolly men [surgeon’s assistants], finding bandages in short supply, took strips from the sick and used them on the other injured. Thus we might know how the Dutch who had been hurt from falling were similarly transformed.

As the commotion grew louder and more pressing, one of our Dutch guards climb’d to the gun deck [the first level belowdecks] and open’d the hatch to observe the battle on the upper deck. As he peer’d out, two strong hands grip’d his shoulders and drag’d him upwards to the deck. Our other guards pull’d his legs down and there follow’d a terrible struggle with the poor Dutch-man screaming and gouts of blood dripping all the while. His friends won after a time and he fell back down, his face miserably torn and having lost his nose and an eye. ‘Twas a pitiable sight to see even a Dutch-man in such a state. His friends ended his suffering with a bullet through the forehead.

Seeing more danger on the upper deck than from us in the hold, and hearing fewer Dutch voices above, our guards allow’d us onto the gun deck to refit ourselves at the armory. Having knowledge of what we were to face, I took a boarding ax and a brace of pistols. We design’d to climb to the upper deck and thence fight to gain the quarter deck, from where we could have some advantage in height.

Our captain led the charge, and we saw a horrifying scene once we climb’d to the upper deck. It was not unlike a butcher’s shoppe, with bloody flesh and entrails lying in great heaps. Most of the Dutch were already dead, though some had begun to rise again. A small number, included with our surgeon and some of his mates, had found themselves safe in the rigging, while one poor fellow clung to the bowsprit and so was nearly drown’d by every wave. Most of the survivors were Curaçao men who knew the danger.

Resolving to gain the quarterdeck and the helm with it, we fought through the press of zombis. ‘Tis a struggle to fight at sea, for the roll of the ship can be harmful to one’s balance and footing. We lost several men who stumbled or fell into grasping arms. I myself was pitch’d forward and fell at the feet of one of the creatures and surely would have perish’d had Francois not remov’d its head with a pole-ax. We soon gain’d the quarterdeck and those arm’d with pole-axes guarded the stairs and struck down any creature who ventur’d close. We soon had the patereroes [swivel guns] loaded and did great harm. I saw one of the creatures torn in two by a discharge, yet it crawl’d forward until a musket ball struck it down. Our best musketeer, Andrew MacDougall, climb’d the rigging of the mizzenmast with several boys. He fired while each boy loaded a spent musket and so always kept him furnish’d.

After an hour the action was decided. We formed ranks and slowly walk’d the length of the deck, taking care to crush the skull of every dead man. The remaining Dutch join’d us and entreated that we take them to Elizabeth City for imprisonment. Schaars, who had inflicted upon us much indignity, had been torn asunder early in the fight. He had visited our sick bay on the upper deck and was among the first to die, and the creatures ate his flesh while our surgeon escaped. We buried our dead at sea and made certain they were weighed down with round-shot. We then set a course for Elizabeth City and sanctuary.

[The next journal entries are routine. To summarize, the Taylor arrived in Elizabeth City two days afterward. The Dutch privateers were imprisoned while her officers took on new crewmen and resupplied. The ship’s officers reported the events to the Virginia colonial administrators, who believed the reports to merely be accounts of vicious Indian and privateer attacks. The sailors also related their experiences to the locals, who simply dismissed them as typically exaggerated but entertaining sailors’ stories. However, part of one entry must be included.]

April 3 – We saw a sail between us and the land during the second dogwatch. Our lookout spied Dutch colours and recognized her figurehead as the Daphne’s. With a more numerous crew and better prepared to fight, we decided to take the privateer and thus revenge ourselves upon the Dutch. We quickly gained the weather gage and saw she was handled in a sluggish fashion. As we bore down on her we heard many musket shots on her decks, yet no gun or musket fired at us, nor were there any other ships in the lanes. We were still many yards out when we spied smoke and flames. Not desiring to endanger our ship, we were constrain’d to fall abaft. We who had spyglasses observ’d a great melee on the Daphne and saw many of the creatures. We did not want a part in another fight with them and so design’d to leave when a great explosion rent the Daphne into flame and splinters. A careless or frighted Dutch-man had likely set the powder stores afire. We sent off our boats to find survivors for all seamen live in fear of such events. Few bodies were left intact and even the creatures which survived must have sunk to the deep. We found but one survivor who was badly scorch’d with powder but not bitten. He recounted his account and explain’d that the Dutch had taken water at our former camp. He was not able to fully recount the events for he soon lost his senses and expir'd from his wounds soon after. To a man, we resolv’d to avoid that accursed spot. We shall not afflict ourselves for what can’t be recall’d, but instead pursue the remainder of this voyage.

[The Taylor put into Jamaica two weeks later to sell its cargo of stolen goods. The combined profits of the cargo and captured prizes were enough to provide a substantial profit for all involved. Stretton returned to Bristol and used his share to purchase several merchantmen. He then thrived by trading Bristol’s famous red-streak cider for Irish wool and whiskey. He never returned to the Virginia colony, nor would he ever allow his ships to conduct trade there. Recent research has followed the coordinates listed in his journal entries to plot his course throughout the Americas. If his original coordinates are correct, then the Taylor made landfall in a region close to the Roanoke colony. It had mysteriously disappeared without a trace approximately seventy years before his account.]

43  TZH Discussion / TZH Fan Fiction / Re: Thar be zombies in these waters! ARRRRR!!! on: July 07, 2010, 08:38:27 pm
I'm working on Part 5 right now. There are several possible outcomes to consider.
44  TZH Discussion / TZH Fan Fiction / Re: Thar be zombies in these waters! ARRRRR!!! on: June 29, 2010, 01:08:46 am
*Sorry that it took so long. I was at a conference all last weekend.*

March 21 – Moderate winds. Fair, clear weather. We are now in the hands of our enemies. Here I will recount the events leading to our capture.

We spied a sail early in the foredawn. We bore down right upon her and discover’d her to be a fluyt. She flew Dutch colours and belong’d to the Dutch East India Company, being our chief rival in these waters. We fir’d twice at her to make her heave to and sent a boat to examine the master and cargo. As our boat approach’d, the fluyt ran out her guns and we were much surpriz’d when scores of musketeers lined the deck. She had not been an Indiaman man but a brave privateer mann’d with over two hundred sailors hidden belowdecks. It pains me to admit ‘twas a clever ruse. We had not above fifty-two officers, men, and boys fit for duty, having lost a great many to battle or diverted to prize crews. Besides, our powder was very short, having only enough to engage s short time. Seeing no other recourse, our captain order’d our colours struck.

The Dutch boarded our ship and explain’d they were from the privateer Daphne out of New Amsterdam. Their captain, nam’d Joris de Zeeuw, promis’d to not hang us as pirates but would send us with a prize crew to New Amsterdam. He left an officer nam’d Marc Schaars to run the ship. It would prove to be much to our ill fortune when de Zeeuw parted company for Schaars became a cruel taskmaster and his men thieves who heap’d manifold abuses upon us. I lost the knife which my father had given me as a parting gift. We were forced to turn out our pockets and give all the coins we possess’d. A boy, nam’d James Girdwood, protested his treatment when a Dutch-man seiz’d his purse. He struck the thief and was shot through the neck, to my unspeakable sorrow, for he was an able steward and very young. We were much anger’d by this murder and would have fought but, having our arms and shot seiz’d, could not have carried the day. Schaars at least allow’d one kindness and let us walk on deck during the day. This was small comfort for we would be locked in the hold at night. This I mention as proof of the cruelties heap’d upon honest English sailors by the Dutch in this war.

As the Dutch searched our hold earlier today, they discover’d the two men who had perished of the malady during the night. We hadn’t time for burial and so had left the bodies below. ‘Twas to our wonderment for they had waken’d and struggled to tear the canvas in which they were sewn. Believing them to be rich prisoners who had design’d to conceal themselves, the Dutch cut through the cloth and were met with a dreadful fright. One Dutch-man, lifting the canvas near the face, had two fingers bitten so they dropt into its mouth. Our two ship-mates had become dreadfully transform’d! Their eyes did not see and our entreaties to them were unheeded. We then knew they had become those foul creatures. Several Dutch were bitten before they regain’d composure and fell upon them with cutlasses. After many cuts and thrusts, they took the heads off and dropt the pieces overboard. There were some Dutch from Curaçao who regarded the zombis with much unease. One spoke English and press’d to know how we had encounter’d the malady. We told our account and discover’d the Curaçao men had before seen the creatures. They resolv’d to inform Schaars of the malignant disease, but he was as harsh to the Curacao men as he was to us Englishmen. The day passed and he order’d us into the hold after victuals.

The bitten men soon took ill with fever and are in sick bay at the time of this writing. Our surgeon and his mates are caring for the sick men and two Dutch who fell from the fore-mast lower onto the deck in the afternoon. The Dutch have also witness’d how the flesh mortifies and fear we are a cursed ship. We are all very anxious for we have no arms and only six frighted Dutch guards in the hold with us to prevent our making mischief. I pray this night passes without incident.

*End of Part 4*
45  TZH Discussion / TZH Fan Fiction / Re: Thar be zombies in these waters! ARRRRR!!! on: June 21, 2010, 12:02:31 pm
I'm going with the classic zombies for this one. And part 4 should be up sometime during the next couple of days.
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