onsdag 17. november 2010


Så, da var vi her igjen. Samme type måne, samme type jungel. Bare du og meg. Og vi er klare til i morgen. Striper står på dagsordenen.

Soundtrack – Under the brigde av Red Hot Chilipeppers.

Jeg beklager at det jeg vil si er på engelsk, men jeg velger å la det forbli uoversatt. Følgende situasjon har oppstått:

Society has collapsed. The government response has failed. The medical response has failed. The military response has failed. The majority of humans have succumbed. Survival is in your hands. Where will you sleep? How will you feed yourself? Will you go it alone or will you team up with others? These are real decisions you get to make and of course they all have consequences for you. But that’s not all. These decisions have consequences for the world. Is the local school your stronghold? Is it controlled by a group of human raiders? Or is it still overrun by the zombie masses who were once human refugees? Have you secured a supply of gasoline? Are you generating bio-diesel? Are you hoarding fuel or sharing it or trading food for it? Is there enough electricity for emergencies? None at all? Do you dare try to reactivate a nuclear power plant? Are you farming or scavenging for food? How much have players collectively researched and figured out about the nature and cause of the zombie plague? Have you and your friends developed a hydroponic farm? Will you share that technology? Where are the safe zones, danger areas, supply lines and trade routes? You bring order to the chaos. Your actions shape the world.

Om ikke annet er det å leve i en zombiefisert verden grunn til mild panikk, paranoia, egoisme, instinkt og selvmotsigende overlevelsesevne.

Noia. Men bare litt.

There is a long pause. Finally I tell him, "You sir, are a devious cheat."

So Norman has a little nervous breakdown, recovers, snivels a little, pouts under a tree, gets angry, throws a fit, calms down, and finally gets his act together. We go out and start killing bandits.

Trygg reise? Jeg håper det. Jeg håper virkelig på det. Jeg tror jeg trenger det. En strabasiøs tur er ikke særlig høyt oppe på lista mi nå, for å være ærlig. Greit nok at man skal dele toget med (Insert name here) opp og resten av gjengen ned, men det får så være. Jeg har en følelse at oppturen forhåpentligvis blir annerledes enn nedturen, bokstavelig skrevet. To øyne ser bedre enn flere når det er øyekontakt man skal bedrive. Forhåpentligvis. Men man er fortsatt ikke trygg noen steder.

Chandler was given the advise, from Ross, none the less, not to dip his pen in the company inc. Yeah, I’m not so sure about that any more. Things are different, after all. Oh, ain’t that the truth…

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

Noia. Og mer enn bare litt også. Sannheter om seg selv er aldri lett... Noia.

Ingen kommentarer: