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The Citicore Corporation wrote:

and how am i supposed to make money off the zombie apocalypse if someone keeps curing my zombies ...... i have profits to make smh...........

Zombies helping. No brains only money.

Flack wrote:

Zombies helping. No brains only money.

thank you fellow zombie horde i appreciate it. with your help we will make insane profits from apocalypse gear o7

The zombies will rise again next year, good work everyone! That was super fun. :3

-Chief Vizier The Badger State

I do not know whether to feel sorry or amused at this tale. Your pain saddens me, but the story does not.

All Mummified Things wrote:

We didn't have a pumpkin in our window last night. We've had one (or more) every Halloween for years. Not for superstitious reasons, (jack-o'-lanterns are supposed to ward off evil spirits), of course. It's more that if we've gone to the effort of carving a pumpkin, I'd like to show it off to anyone chancing to pass by our house. Not that they will. We live in the back of beyond, and haven't had a guiser (trick-or-treater, for you Americans) in the ten years we've been here.

We had intended to have a pumpkin in the window. One of the kids had carved one at a friend's house last week and brought it home. It was carved as Alvin the chipmunk. Which might not sound scary, but if you have kids, the mention of Alvin puts the fear in you. Those movies were the unwelcome background noise to many a weekend. No squeaking stair or squeaking door in the haunted house movie instils the same level of trepidation as the squeaking of a chipmunk.

Sadly the pumpkin rotted before Halloween. The sides went soft, and gradually the top collapsed into the bottom, Alvin's face squishing as it went, ending as a bowl of orange gloop. We disposed of it, carefully avoiding spilling gloop on the floor.

I'd meant to get another, but left it too late. There were none left in the shop on the 31st. That annoyed me, not because I was desperate to carve a pumpkin, but because a little superstitious voice at the back of my head said I should have one. Quite why, I don't know. In my child-free years I had never bothered. I'm not sure why it bothered me now.

And I'd had opportunity. I'd been in the shop during the week getting milk, then again getting stuff for dinners. And the pumpkins had been there both times. But I'd put off buying one. I could have bought one. I could have carved one.

So I can only blame myself that an evil presence entered our house last night.

I was woken about half-past one by one of our cats wailing. I flicked on the light. There was my cat, back arched, hair upright, and staring at… what? Nothing I could see.

I pulled myself out of bed and went to see what was going on. My cat doesn't wail for no reason. I went through each room in the house switching on lights, checking in corners, but found nothing. That little superstitious voice started admonishing me. I closed the bathroom window which had been left open a crack. No, I don't believe in evil spirits, but I don't believe in letting them in through the bathroom window either.

And then back to bed.

Half-past two. My cat was wailing again, back arched. Something was there. Something bad. That cat is no scaredy-cat. Despite her diminutive size, she'll take on animals twice her size. Dogs don't mess with her. Something was up.

Again I searched the house. Room by room, corner by corner. Nothing. Back to bed.

Half-past three. Again, the wailing. And this time I saw it. There, in the darkness, a large, fuzzy, grey, malevolent presence. And recognition struck me. I had met this evil creature once before.

We had battled, this foul-smelling-sack-of-venom and I, on a similarly dark night. It's poisonous claws had scratched at me. But I had overpowered it, and forced its head under a flow of cleansing water. It had screamed in horror, broken free, then fled the house, into the night from which it came, never (so I had thought) to return. But here it was, back.

I launched myself at it, intending to grab it and exorcise it from the house. But its horrible fangs sank deep into my finger, and my blood started to flow.

Next year I'll be sure we have a protective pumpkin. And I'll use it to jam that damned cat-flap so the neighbours' cat doesn't come into our house again.

The Endless Dark wrote:

I do not know whether to feel sorry or amused at this tale. Your pain saddens me, but the story does not.

Please feel amused! The ridiculousness of the story far out-weighs the pain. And despite the continuous dull throbbing in my finger, the pain of my humiliation is deeper.

After being bitten, my finger was dripping blood. I tried to keep it dripping into the palm of my hand so that I wasn't getting it across the carpet. I went to the kitchen, and started rinsing my finger under the tap. I'm getting blood all over the sink. I raked through the kitchen drawer with my other hand and found the last plaster (Elastoplast) in the house. Could I open it? Could I hell. There was me, one dry, one wet and bleeding hand, trying to carefully rip the paper open without damaging the precious plaster.

In my head, the problem is straight forward. I've been bit. No big deal. Open the plaster, dry the finger, put the plaster on. Job done. But the paper around the plaster, and my wet hand are against me. I can't open it.
And then at this moment my body decides to be a drama queen.

My heart slows. The blood stops flowing to my head. My ears are buzzing and my vision going grey. I'm going to faint. My head is saying "No! Just let me get the damn plaster on!". But my (slowing) heart is ruling my head.

If you know you're going to faint, best idea is to sit down or lie down. That's a lot less damage than falling down. So I lay down on the cold slate floor, overturning the dog-food bowl in the process, and slopping water out of her water bowl.

There I am, lying semi-naked on my back in the cold kitchen, surrounded by dog food, with grey vision and sweat pouring off me, and still no plaster on my bleeding finger. And there I am for the next twenty minutes or so until my body is finally ready for me to stand up again. I pull myself up, and look down where I lay. And there is a literal pool of sweat on the floor, where it has been flooded from my back. Who knew a body could hold that much sweat? How the hell did I make a puddle?

I wash my finger again, and get the plaster on. I can see that I've left blood all over the kitchen, but I can't cope with doing the cleaning just now.

I need to go to bed, but I also need to do a token sweep of the house to see if the neighbours' cat is still here. I don't see the cat. I go to bed, finding a position where I can keep my finger higher than the rest of my body.

I wake up in the morning. Both my cats are sleeping on top of me. Maybe it's a place they feel safe. I switch off my alarm and go back to sleep. I'm supposed to be going in to the office, but I think it's fair to work from home today. And I also need to phone the doctor. When was my last tetanus shot? And am I going to need antibiotics?

When I finally go downstairs, my cats follow cautiously. I understand that. I'm kind of scared of running in to the neighbours' cat too.

I feel this story is like the first fifteen minutes of a horror movie. Something scary happens that turns out to be normal, but sets the scene for suspense and spooky screams later. I've got my antibiotics, so all should be well. But I'm kind of nervous about going to bed again. If that's the first 15 minutes of the movie, I'm not sure I can cope with the drama of the rest!

Walter Kaltenschnee wrote:

I keep hearing about these zombies after the fact. I'm never logged in to do anything about them

Yeah, the event occurs within a 2-day period, it usually has to be active on nation-states or just be here in October. I missed N-Day even though I was aware of it a day prior, But I forgot about it and before I checked back on nation-states it was already over. There is always next year

Tethys 13 wrote:

and everyone else who contributed to the glorious Osiran Zombie Empire, enabling us to claim a solid 2nd place! Of course, those clucking drones over in Chicken Overlords once more stole our rightful crown… But that shall not get us down!

As sad as it is, it's quite hard to get past the number one region in population when it comes to zombies, I guess just like the population of chickens in real life. The Chicken Overlords seem to do a good job at having an extremely large population. Though it was fun contributing and bringing the 4th most populated region into the second spot regardless (Even if we got second place last Z-day as well) hopefully Osiris is populated enough to perhaps one day get past the barrier of those damn chickens.
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As for the question of the day, I do have one organization in my upcoming lore revamp (and by upcoming I mean probably endless delays):

It was 3 AM at night at Adam's house. The clock was ticking as he flicked between the ticks and hands of the clock and back at the poster in which he found a few days ago in the back of a random alleyway after another successful drug deal, he doesn't usually pay attention to the details of the alleyways where he does his business. This one had a poster that caught his eye: A almost empty paper which only had a few words on top and seemed to be a code below which was mostly gibberish "Shall you decipher this in Ceaser's name, the threads of time shall be in your hands, At 3:33 will your Judgement day come, announce the statement and he shall take you to Kingdom come" following the gibberish: "Shulvk, wkrvh wkdw iruzdug lqvwhdg ri ehlqj iruzdug. Lqwhjudwh, wkh jxlgdqfh ri wkh Glylqh lq wkh wkuhdgv ri wlph" After taking the poster home with him. He originally thought it would be little more than some stupid kid trying to waste his time, But he still found the strange text interesting. So, he kept on investigating what any of that could mean. As he found clues to deciphering what the gibberish was, now he stood looking at the clock. Wondering what the hell had gotten into him to be trying something like this. Yet as the clock reached the Three numbers, did he begin to say what could either simply be a waste of time or perhaps a truly unique adventure he would walk into

"______, _____ ____ _______ ________ __ _____ _______. _________, ___ ________ __ ___ ______ __ ___ _______ __ ____"

As soon as he loudly stated the ritual. Everything seemed to change as he cemented himself into something he'd never back out of. The clicking of the clock, nor the sound of anything in his house. Was gone. And as he stared at the clock he was so intrigued at predicting every second that passed on that thing, the hands were no longer moving. As time itself seemingly stopped the second he finished the ritual. As he began to realize just what was going on. Looking around made him realize that no matter where he looked, everything seemed still and silent. He felt himself panic as he wasn't even sure if his heart was still beating, placing a hand on his chest. As to his still panicked relief if not now growing fear his heart was still pumping. As now he loudly blurted in even more panic

"What the f---? w-what happened?" He wasn't even sure why he was talking since it seemed like nobody or even time woulden't be there to answer his question. Yet the feeling of him being watched was almost ever-present now in this state. An omnipresence that just seemed to be wherever no matter where his back was turned. As now running around his house, trying to turn on the TV in his living room to find that nothing seemed to work. Only the lights that were already on in his house stayed on and the ones that weren't stayed in the dark. No matter how he interacted with anything, it all seemed stuck in place. He felt hopeless as he really didn't believe this much consequence to deciphering a simple phrase would lead to this nightmare. But before he could simply huddle in a corner and start crying the sound of a voice could be heard, perhaps in his head or from whatever form of sound that could exist after feeling like being in an isolation chamber for the past few minutes. Echoing in his head

"You have come to Kingdom come, your judgment just has begun. The Threads of 3.3.3 will make you forward and divine. We welcome you with open arms and hope to find you among Ceaser's divine revelations. We shall make time pure, as we are time" Despite the insanity of whatever this person was spouting, Adam realized that even if it all seemed like a fever dream. He had no real choice but to go forward... or in this case... become forward as now it seemed any chance of going back to his past life has now... just perished
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Just a little story I made for the Organization known as the Threads of 3.3.3 on their ways of initiation. Might not be the best or fully polished but I also tried to add a little problem-solving to it cuz I know someone will probably waste their time trying to find out what the code actually is and decipher it, and I find that funny

I've voted "Divinity (e.g. Thor)" in our poll. I was tempted to go for "Spontaneous/Born (e.g. X-Men, Wonder Woman)", which is also close to what I'm thinking, cos I think it would be kind of cool if our superhero was the love-child of an Egyptian god.

Me being me, I'd pick a totally inappropriate god to be the parent. Like maybe Khepri, and our superhero would have a strange penchant for balls of dung.

Gorthania ssc wrote:

How doi cure my people from zombies?, They are dying

I think just wait a few hours, and you should be good again.

Tethys 13 wrote:

Heh, someone beat me to it :D

Question of the Day:

What did you vote on the poll, and why?

Divinity! Though it’s probably my least favorite style of superhero, it feels like the right choice for Osiris.

Tethys 13 wrote:

Heh, someone beat me to it :D

Question of the Day:

What did you vote on the poll, and why?

I recently really got into X-Men, Wolverine and X-23 especially. It would be really cool to have the healing factor, along with an extended life span. Watching all the X-Men movies is a real trip, some real highs and lows in the series.

Revival of Sand Union wrote:

-A ROYAL MESSAGE FROM THE REGION OF KARMA-

Thank you for being a trusted embassy of 'karma'. May good luck be with Osiris and all its doings. 🍀🍀

-sand union On behalf of 'karma'

ok

Question of the Day:

What fashion trend do you particularly dislike?

Tethys 13 wrote:

My answer:
Fake utility, such as false pockets and cords. They make me very angry.

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