I feel the urge... to invite this guy to bingo night.

*Panic's head pokes out from wreckage of recently exploded bar, smiling, he crosses off the last box ("Survive Grenade") from his bingo card.*

*A dapper looking zombie wearing gold chains and shades calls out the number 15*

*Two zombies and Panic mark off a space on their bingo cards*

*Zombies mark of a space on all their bingo cards simultaneously; Panic does not; he starts sweating*

It’s not that bad- at least it HAS shading

This is the kind of thing I expect to see in fanfiction.

*is currently playing bingo with a bunch(4) of zombies*

Thats just proof that he controls the government...eth

Wait, what would happen if I'm already a dragon?

A snack!

Crazy, I was crazy once, they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room filled with rats, rats? Rats make me crazy. (Repeat indefinitely)

This post will give me nightmares. Nice work!

Kinda looks like a cyclops dragon. Neat!

nice

the name

I don't get it

Damn, nice!

"How could I do that if their stomach is made up of an anti-material? I would be physically incapable of rupturing such a material. Also. I am very small and weak."

*Nods head*

"I dunno, I've never been sick before."