After battling my way through the masses of zombies, nearly losing my life to the eternal darkness of ghouldom countless times among the tide of grabbing wretched hands, I finally made it to the restaurant. True, the chilled beer quenched my thirst as I knew it would. But it wasn't until I felt the Chickening, that I knew that it was all worth it.
by Dante Dono April 27, 2007