Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
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if this was a true zombie journal then you would be talking about zombies plus how to get along with strangers in that situation
Who needs to worry about getting along with strangers in a zombie situation? If you're not getting along with them, "Oops! I was sure he was coming to eat my brain" is a perfectly good excuse.
I particularly liked the icon: "Hating me won't make you pretty." Just says it all, doesn't it?
On don't-feed-the-trolls front, I will resist the temptation to reply there; besides, the inhabitants seem to have done a fine job. However:
If you all were in a real zombie situation you would argue until you were all dead
And you would survive because your brain is so unspicy as to be inedible. Isn't that a comfort to you?
Bless us, Fandom, for we have sinned. It is four and a half months since our last update. Since that time we accuse ourselves of the following new recommendations:
I've seen it recced on BetterBuffyFic, but I haven't read any of it. I find virtual seasons odd.
Perkins, the writers involved are all good, and the first "episode" or two rocked. Then I stopped reading it, because of the whole pregnancy thing (and the finding virtual seasons weird, too thing), so I can't tell you anything more about it.
I agree on the weird thing, but it did seem like good writers. Mebbe I will read one or two, just to see.
For what it's worth, I've read most of them and wasn't impressed despite good writers being involved. Spoilery:
It takes elements I'd complained about in later seasons (everyone the protagonists meet being a demon or knowledgable about same, Spike & Angel's infantile "am not!"/"are too!" arguments) and magnifies them into about 75% of the total content. Oh, and there are the stories where Gwen Raiden races in to the rescue as a deus ex machina, and subsequently takes Illyria for a Girl's Night Out to teach it how a modern woman should be empowered by her sex appeal.
Ouch.