Who: The living
Where: SLT High
When: Morning 70, in the hours just before dawn
What: The dance goes on...

[Suddenly, the power goes out.]

[Everything is very, VERY dark.]

[Somehow, Soldier's equipment still seems to work. He is playing the song Beethoven's Cunt, for no particular reason.]

((THE CAFETERIA
THE GREAT CAFETERIA ESCAPE
BOLIVIAN OFFICE ENDING

THE SHOP
SHOP BATTORU!!

THE MAP))

[and suddenly there is a very ~regal~ presence back in the school. All of the Zombie's raging hunger suddenly ceases along with the majority of their remaining biological functions over all the school intercoms you can hear the King humming Barry White to himself, slightly off key]


I've been feeling fine, Baby~
having sex with my wife for so long~♫
and cuz she felt, like I felt, Baby~
We got it on~♫


Alright, after a night of extremely satisfying and vigorous love-making, I find myself again in possession of the unending patience and unerring judgment to deal with you sad, ungrateful lot. I must say, you've all sunk to a new low this time. I understand as well as anyone that Trickster's tomfoolery can be in poor taste, but a little bad shellfish is no excuse at all to turn what should have been a lovely evening into such an uncouth spectacle. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother doing nice things for you.

In any case, I suppose I'll have to sort all this out. Those of you who have continuing biological functions are to report back to the cafeteria, and the dead may report to the gym for punch and brains.


((IF YOU ARE ALIVE GO TO THE CAFETERIA
IF YOU ARE DYING BUT NOT YET DEAD, GO TO THE CAFETERIA
IF YOU ARE UNDEAD GO TO THE GYM
IF YOU ARE SUPER DEAD STANDBY FOR EVENTUAL REVIVAL

THE CAFETERIA OF THE LIVING
THE GYM OF THE UNDEAD

Living vote: BEST COUPLE
Undead vote: BEST ZOMBIE

REVIVALS
MEMORIES))