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worstvikingever[Action:] [Oh hey yeah zombies. Good thing Hiccup's got weapons and stuff. So he's generally around town fending off zombies.
With an axe.
He may or may not have a few extra weapons strapped to his person. Light ones that he can carry without too much difficulty. Just in case, you know?
He's really not sure what he's doing out here. He kind of forgot what made him think it was a good idea.
That happens sometimes.
Well anyway, it's too late now, time to kill zombies.
He's around town. It's probably pretty easy to run into him.]
I hate zombies.
[Whack-a-zombie!]
With an axe.
He may or may not have a few extra weapons strapped to his person. Light ones that he can carry without too much difficulty. Just in case, you know?
He's really not sure what he's doing out here. He kind of forgot what made him think it was a good idea.
That happens sometimes.
Well anyway, it's too late now, time to kill zombies.
He's around town. It's probably pretty easy to run into him.]
I hate zombies.
[Whack-a-zombie!]
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whoooooo teens well technically a toddler but w/e w/e
Date: 2011-09-23 10:36 pm (UTC)[Comes a frustrated shout from around the corner Hiccup's just turned, where a small horde of drone-zombies is focusing on a lone figure wielding what appears to be a long, bloodstained flagpole to beat them back as he retreats in his direction.]
[By the time he spots Hiccup himself, he's apparently not in the mood to find out whether someone's actually alive or undead before taking a swing at them...]