Lenticular_J

If we're talking soon-to-be in population size, I'd reckon it'll be Islam. But if we're talking about a far-flung thing, I believe it'll be something like Zen and Christianslamdaism.

Caladan leapt from the tree branches, knocking down a zombie with a machete - or so he thought. A string of what he thought to be Russian curses issued from the man he'd knocked down. "Sorry. I guess that's all of 'em, then?" Caladan asked the man. He noticed a woman running up covered in blood, and opened one of the kits on his Triumph, gathering a field dressing

Why aren't you horizontal? Make horizontal for better effect.

I believe it'll be a combination of Christianity and something like Zen. Very modern yet traditional, it will be appealing to urban populations. P.S. Coming back after five-days without internet is insane. You guys make topics like Catholic bunnies. P.P.S. My dad's keyboard sucks. This post has taken me eight minutes. :( P.P.P.S. Sometime this week I'll spend a few hours scouring new threads like usual, if I can. Until then, fare thee well off-topic.

If you turn it on and off rapidly it's a flashlight. I call them lighty-thingies.

I've always wanted to get into an old-timey bar fight. The one or two actual fights I've been in were some kid pushing me and trying to knock me down. Most of the ones I've seen were like that, too. :/

Stopping his Triumph motorcycle, Caladan grabbed his rifle from his pack. He'd heard and seen the horde run for a house. That meant someone must still be alive. He fiddled with the sights and came into focus just in time to see two people carry another man into the house. There was a small battle going on, and he'd heard several gunshots by now. But there were at least three dozen of the undead attacking the house, and no matter how well-defended it looked, a horde would always find a way. And woe to the inhabitants if a tank should be in the area, drawn by its lesser cousins' calls. Preparing a firing vector that had a high chance of hitting multiple members of the horde, Caladan fired. They were clustered very near each other, and his rifle held a 15-shot magazine, so he fired every shot he had into the wad of flesh. A few survivors started running towards him - faster than most human sprinters could hope. Caladan did a quick half-donut and burned out back the way he came.

Texas. But the city I live in is a [cabbage]-hole. We have one of the twentieth worst crime rates of the US and one of the hundredth worst in the world :/ That isn't the first time. For most of the little encounters, gang-fight would be a bit overexaggerating. Probably was for that one, too, but it looked bad from the 300 yards or so I was watching from. But when a couple of the little bastards tried jumping my fence, I went out with a bat and my dog. :

A gang fight close to my house. Some guys tried breaking into my house and yard to get away from the police, but I can assemble my Winchester in about 2 minutes now. They left. ...That isn't fast at all, really. But I lost something and had to look for it, I can't remember what it was. EDIT: No, wait, I brought out my gun another time someone tried breaking into my friend's house the night before a hunting trip. During the gang fight I brought my bat down. I thought the kids were older than me, but they were all really small. I hate this town so much.

Home Depot has everything you need for ALL your car + roof + school pranks. EVERYTHING. Me and an awesome sub were checking out the same girl today.

Haha, Teeg, you deserve an award.

Whenever my phone is not in the pocket I remember it in, my panic goes from 0 to hyperventilating within 3.16 seconds. Then you find it 3 feet away from you and take a huge sigh followed by a "thank god". I'm the exact same way. I think God messes with me, or a ghost, or something. When I put something in a pocket and forget it, then check that pocket later, it's always in another very strange pocket that I CHECKED EARLIER but was EMPTY. AUGH. [hide=] I still, out of habit, sleep only in the middle of the bed. Although, if I have company, I'm dangling every which way (heh...). Those monsters are scary! :ohnoes: :oops: And don't forget that the monsters will also get you if you don't completely cover your body (face optional) with the covers. Oh my god, I used to think exactly like that. Or like if i stuck any part of my body off the bed a giant razor would come up and chop off anything that was out there. Man I was an idiot. :lol: [/hide] I still like to sorta hide under my covers in the middle of my bed if I ever get scared of anything. But my bed's in just a strange enough position and just the right size that if I lay flat, my feet always dangle... I had a dream that I was missing a leg. I woke up and went to school in my brother's wheelchair. I think. That might have been a dream, too. When I was little I had some of the strangest dreams...

Self-taught Italian with television and movies, here. And books. Spanish, I'm taking a class in school (but I'm not doing great, my testing schools are terrible because of all the similarities between Italian and Spanish that trip you up >_<).

It isn't a great study, but with the folks it used it was relatively straightforward. I like it, because when I see a woman I like, my right eyebrow shoots up. It's interesting to think that my entire brain may constantly be in that state.

I find the modern idea of vampires interesting. Nowhere near as cool as back in the ol' days of vampirism, but our society wants a pale, muscley guy who'll seduce some girl then beat up his best friend in the lamest action scenes ever. I don't like romance.

Rather, you typed a bunch of letters randomly and called it a screename. :P Damn, you caught me... My kid doesn't have to know, though. Yeah, Swahili doesn't have an actual word for "bear". What they use is an adaptation meaning something along the lines of "upright brown lion".

Unless you're already in the friend zone. I don't think so, though. She picked strawberries with you. If that isn't a sign of her wanting you, I don't know what is.

It's still a little funny, though : I'm sure the teacher's baby was planned. The anti-drug instructor would be ironic, but more of a saddening irony.

Well, it is a wierd word. Say it. "Endwar". I hate reading game titles or book titles to people, because they're always wierd. People think I'm rude when I'm reading because I just point at the cover if anyone asks. Anyways. It's fun to call it that. The game's worthy of such a long name, I must say. Anyone else play(ed) it?

That's the wierd thing about falling down mountains. It's extremely unlikely that you'll die, because you'll probably just slide and roll. Still scary and hurts really bad though, I can relate. (I almost fell into Palo Duro Canyon -_-)

My sex ed teacher taught us about ear sex unintentionally. I hated her, she was our science teacher and we had to do a unit about sex. She's teaching teens how not to get pregnant. This is an example of irony. Now, the act itself is not irony - that would be consisting of or similar to the metal iron. This is a quirky little part of speech. Uhh. :twss: ?

You need to ask her out before you give her any gifts. Or you will be placed in the DREADED FRIEND ZOOOOOONE. Trust me on this. I'm, like, that master of friend zones. Which isn't a good thing. Just do it. Bust a move. EDIT: Shadow's story made me ROFL as well. >_> I figured it was from 4chan by the time the bear showed up. Before then, I thought it was real. By the way, isn't the chick in the picture a movie star?

Well, actually, this time the Swedes saved the day. I'm not buying this. Reminds me of in the scientific revolution where scientists used science to "prove" that men had larger brains than women. Edit: I can't type to save my life today. Well, the actual scientific report shows that it has no apparent effect on any functions, just that the brain is asymmetrical. The study was to see if sexuality can be determined before birth, but I don't even know if a single fetus was studied.

Caladan peeked out the windows. No zombies. He grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and jogged outside. He'd already packed a rifle and a few days of supplies into a sidecar. There was a defunct military base nearby, but it might have a helicopter - which Caladan knew he'd need if he were to ever find other survivors. Cursing at the fact that he had no two-way radio, Caladan kick-started the engine and began to drive. He expected to meet few zombies on the open highway, since this stretch had been soaked in radiation by Canadian scientists curious to its effects on the zombies. There were none. As long as he stayed on the road, he didn't expect to gain any harmful radiation effects. The base was only a few hundred miles away, so he should be there by nightfall. OOC: Maybe we could meet up there? That'd be awesome. Also, I thought of the radiation and motorcycle because I want to watch Mad Max really bad. I would have brought in a dog but I'd probably have to kill it and I'd cry when I wrote that.

Well, actually, this time the Swedes saved the day.