188/365
You know you're fucked when ...
Half past 5 in the morning. After a long and exhausting battle against the Zombie infestation, you finally reached the helipad. You only need to kill this one, last Zombie in front of you to win, to finally, finally defeat the stinking brood. Then two things happen:
- You roll a ONE
- One of your "friends" plays his remaining "Zombie Master" card against you. With a devilish grin, he (or she) starts fillimg up the game plan with new, fresh (so to speak) Zombies.
Your eye starts twitching nervously ...
188/365
You know you're fucked when ...
Half past 5 in the morning. After a long and exhausting battle against the Zombie infestation, you finally reached the helipad. You only need to kill this one, last Zombie in front of you to win, to finally, finally defeat the stinking brood. Then two things happen:
- You roll a ONE
- One of your "friends" plays his remaining "Zombie Master" card against you. With a devilish grin, he (or she) starts fillimg up the game plan with new, fresh (so to speak) Zombies.
Your eye starts twitching nervously ...