Post by 23skidoo on Sept 17, 2007 10:58:37 GMT -5
A despondant news hound greets you today viewers. Theres only one thing this reporter wants to know and that is WHY?!
Why bother trying to survive, why patch up the walls and windows, why throw the bodies out the building, why patch up the wounded and revive the bloodflow challenged? Why do any of these things if your humanity has already left you. You may as well fall upon your cricket bats and chow down on some scalpel sandwiches.
I apologise for the despair but after a soul destroying side trip to Creedy and then a heartbreaking hike to Perryn I feel like eating my Mike.
It seems to me that humanity is better of divided for bringing us together in large groups only leads to senseless chatter, bad radio karaoke and a whole lot of murdering.
From now on me and the camera are sticking to the shadows, hiding in the alleys and sleeping in the bear pits. No more group action, no more disorderly rabbles fighting for prime time interviews, no more outrageous tales that are only fit for tabloid press and 'celebrity' mags. I'm turning my back on civilisation as civilisation has turned its back on itself. Bloody degenerates.
I'm now mooching in an abandoned cinema and I've managed to find an old reel of '28 Decades Later', swing by if you're in the area and I'll shout you a sprite!
Untill next time viewers....
Why bother trying to survive, why patch up the walls and windows, why throw the bodies out the building, why patch up the wounded and revive the bloodflow challenged? Why do any of these things if your humanity has already left you. You may as well fall upon your cricket bats and chow down on some scalpel sandwiches.
I apologise for the despair but after a soul destroying side trip to Creedy and then a heartbreaking hike to Perryn I feel like eating my Mike.
It seems to me that humanity is better of divided for bringing us together in large groups only leads to senseless chatter, bad radio karaoke and a whole lot of murdering.
From now on me and the camera are sticking to the shadows, hiding in the alleys and sleeping in the bear pits. No more group action, no more disorderly rabbles fighting for prime time interviews, no more outrageous tales that are only fit for tabloid press and 'celebrity' mags. I'm turning my back on civilisation as civilisation has turned its back on itself. Bloody degenerates.
I'm now mooching in an abandoned cinema and I've managed to find an old reel of '28 Decades Later', swing by if you're in the area and I'll shout you a sprite!
Untill next time viewers....