Thursday, July 14, 2011

City-in-a-box, now with necromancy!























Go on, invade. We've got guns.



















Don't look down, Scottie.
























Rock &/or roll will never die.
























What a grate day.



















Future Space Casino parking.



















Your Name Here makes some really excellent products.



















Wherefore art we?



















The dead live! Or lightning was the culprit, or Jack the London. I'm surprised Milton Bradley hasn't come out with the George Romero edition of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Quiet, stomack.



















Blue skies, blueberries, lying in the grass, a content zombie I was.



















Grassy not-knoll. I think this is where they axed Diamond Joe Quimby.




















 



Let's get spookily --
























artsy-



















fartsy.
























Oh hell, one more.


 





















Au revoir, undead brothers & sisters.

16 comments:

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

I'm ready to visit CleveBurg with a ouija board and a spiritual readiness to commune with the corporally dead, spiritually living!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I had no idea Cleveland was so zombie-friendly.

Except for the thing about the guns, that was kind of aggro.

Whatever. Come the Zombocalypse, Cleveland is still on the list. But maybe we'll overrun it last, so we won't be so hungry.

Randal Graves said...

karl of the österreich, BYOBlondevirginsacrifice.

zombie, no worries, the guns are to protect ourselves from the Great White North. Feel free to chomp on all the city hall brains you wish.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

Will Ray's continue to offer their famous all you can eat platters to the zombies?

Regards,

Tengrain

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Shites in Bite Saturns
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Beach Bum said...

I'm surprised Milton Bradley hasn't come out with the George Romero edition of Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Seriously, I fell over laughing my ass off on that one! Dude, a few thousand bucks, and a Chinese factory with slave-like workers making the plastic heads of the undead with moveable jaws in place of the loveable hippos, it would be a riot for the college kids.

susan said...

I love your picture-comment posts. They almost make the Zombiepocalypse sound alluring.

TheCunningRunt said...

Cool photos, "You Swine," I especially liked the first four, almost makes me wanna quit hugging trees and find a city to explore.

Almost.

As for zombies and their insatiable appetite for brains, I've found the perfect repellant - a Tea Party T-shirt.

Come to think of it, if only me and the Tea Party are gonna survive this, I'll eat my own brain!

thatgirl said...

We forgot to visit our Great White Cracker Father and Zombie Joc-O-Sot.

I keep hoping someday I'll find a coffee mug that says "Safety Begins With Me" to hold my Kynge's Brewe but no such great providence... yet.

S.W. Anderson said...

What, no graffiti? Someone's falling down on the job. Now, who do we know with that proclivity?

Randal Graves said...

tengrain, brain under glass with a nice Chianti, bien sûr.

if, sir, are you drunk?

BB, plus it would be easier to play whilst blotto than this.

susan, all part of my altruistic plan to get my internets homies ready for the inevitable chomp fest.

TCR, cities are definitely swanky (though the Parises and Viennas of the world might have a slight edge over Clevelandia) but your neck of the woods, dude, I'd probably call in sick a lot just to go shooting.

thatgirl, dammit, you're right. I hope his ghost didn't follow us back to the library.

We should have nabbed that when we had the chance, huh.

SWA, a promise to you, sir, next time, we'll try and find some, but as the city fathers know that GRAFFITI KILLS!, 'tis harder to come by in the city proper.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

if, sir, are you drunk?

Not any more, why do you ask?
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Demeur said...

I'm thinking rusted metal zombie band members with hearing aids, but the thought just won't complete itself.

Ha! You think casinos are going to save you? You'd have better luck selling imitation Indian turquoise jewelry.

Jim H. said...

I feel a novel coming on: a guitar-playing zombie flaneur trollng the streets of clevelandistan—or similar—munching, incongruously, blueberries between brains. His name: Urnay Mere, natch.

Tom Harper said...

All right, two cities-in-a-box on the same day. Are both cities in the same box, or is it two separate boxes each containing one city?

Randal Graves said...

if, I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'.

demeur, maybe if Seattleburg had its own Rich Man's Space Casino, the Sonics wouldn't have left for the boring part of America.

jim, dammit, that's actually a pretty cool idea. If only I could tell a story.

tom, if I told you, space-time would irreversibly warp & not in a cool Star Trek way.