Post by 23skidoo on Oct 29, 2007 8:00:10 GMT -5
Still in the field, still in the dark!
I spent a couple of nights in Krinks Power Station and felt like I'd slipped into Dr Frankensteins wet dream. The mad bastards in white coats were trying to power toasters, microwaves and electric shavers from the eroding brains of zombies. I don't really get the technology but they seemed to think that by shoving copper wires into every orifice and hooking them up to kites they could raze a kilowatt or two. 300 zombies lay frazzled in a heap, their net worth - a single piece of burnt toast!
These were savages, not scientists. I told them they were mad and that these zombies deserved better than this elastic-trickery.
But there minds were lost to this madness we call Malton. I left them to their deranged tinkering and apologised as I freed the 'still to be connected' zombies from the cages - it seemed like the right thing to do.
I wasn't sure what to do next so I sat down in Crazey Towers and took a little snifter of scotch. Then I heard it....I shook my ears a little and stared at my hip flask...surely not...then I heard it again, the conch...The Conch! By all that is holy and can be purchased on QVC I never thought I would hear that noise again.
I put my head to the cades and listened to the growing wind....ron is back it whispered, Ron is Back it proclaimed, RON is BACK it roared! And so would I be, back with the team, drinking, filming, filming us drinking, drinking while filming and making San Diego proud!
Scarletwood, here we come!!!
I spent a couple of nights in Krinks Power Station and felt like I'd slipped into Dr Frankensteins wet dream. The mad bastards in white coats were trying to power toasters, microwaves and electric shavers from the eroding brains of zombies. I don't really get the technology but they seemed to think that by shoving copper wires into every orifice and hooking them up to kites they could raze a kilowatt or two. 300 zombies lay frazzled in a heap, their net worth - a single piece of burnt toast!
These were savages, not scientists. I told them they were mad and that these zombies deserved better than this elastic-trickery.
But there minds were lost to this madness we call Malton. I left them to their deranged tinkering and apologised as I freed the 'still to be connected' zombies from the cages - it seemed like the right thing to do.
I wasn't sure what to do next so I sat down in Crazey Towers and took a little snifter of scotch. Then I heard it....I shook my ears a little and stared at my hip flask...surely not...then I heard it again, the conch...The Conch! By all that is holy and can be purchased on QVC I never thought I would hear that noise again.
I put my head to the cades and listened to the growing wind....ron is back it whispered, Ron is Back it proclaimed, RON is BACK it roared! And so would I be, back with the team, drinking, filming, filming us drinking, drinking while filming and making San Diego proud!
Scarletwood, here we come!!!