Okay. Here's what's happening.
We need to write a story. A story about a kind, caring zombie who likes to cook. One who desires more than brains.
It's based on David's premise.
I've started it here.
Let's go once sentence at a time. I won't kill you if you do two, but I'd love for all of you to participate.
Think of it this way. It's a way to kill time until the chiZine and the NT thingies are over with.
So, go to the linky. Add your stuff. And have fun:
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Brains. That's all the others think about, thought Ralph, as he shoved leftover entrails into his mouth. There must be more to life (or un-life, such as it was) than this. It's not that brains weren't good. Of course they were. But Ralph knew there had to be a higher purpose to his existence. When he was alive, Ralph had been a sous-chef--a kind of assistant to the main honcho in a three star restaurant. He knew food, he knew how to prepare it, and he had been weeks away from starting his own restaurant before the transformation. His brethren--his new brethren deserved the same access to quality cuisine as did his old customers. And, by damn, he was determined to accomplish that for them.
We need to write a story. A story about a kind, caring zombie who likes to cook. One who desires more than brains.
It's based on David's premise.
I've started it here.
Let's go once sentence at a time. I won't kill you if you do two, but I'd love for all of you to participate.
Think of it this way. It's a way to kill time until the chiZine and the NT thingies are over with.
So, go to the linky. Add your stuff. And have fun:
_________________
Brains. That's all the others think about, thought Ralph, as he shoved leftover entrails into his mouth. There must be more to life (or un-life, such as it was) than this. It's not that brains weren't good. Of course they were. But Ralph knew there had to be a higher purpose to his existence. When he was alive, Ralph had been a sous-chef--a kind of assistant to the main honcho in a three star restaurant. He knew food, he knew how to prepare it, and he had been weeks away from starting his own restaurant before the transformation. His brethren--his new brethren deserved the same access to quality cuisine as did his old customers. And, by damn, he was determined to accomplish that for them.
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