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apocalypsos) wrote2010-03-09 10:45 pm
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Would that make me a terrible mod?
Oh, my God, I've been tallying votes and I want to keep the
apocalyptothon fandom list as it stands right now SO badly.
There's a manga on the list! And a couple other things that came out of nowhere!
*flappyhands at the list*
EDIT: You know what? I don't care if it makes me a terrible mod. I'm cutting off the voting early, because this list the way it looks right now is darling. :D
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There's a manga on the list! And a couple other things that came out of nowhere!
*flappyhands at the list*
EDIT: You know what? I don't care if it makes me a terrible mod. I'm cutting off the voting early, because this list the way it looks right now is darling. :D
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I WANT TO SEE THE LIST. I don't even write for it but I WANT TO SEE IT.
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Doomsday knew Doc would be the one to ask - after all, he had the brains of their super-secret outfit. He took out his state-of-the-art communicator - smallest he'd ever seen - it fit right in his hand, not any bigger than a brick. "Doc, do you read? We've got a situation." Ever the optimist, he glanced hopefully out the window where the zombies gathered. Maybe they'd given up and gone away? He was sure he'd imagined that they'd gotten even closer to the building. At least the screaming had stopped. "Doc, are you there?"
From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure on the edge of the crowd lift something large and grey to their ear. A raspy, thick voice crackled through Doomsday's speaker. "Braaains."
"Doc?" he said, trembling. "You mean, it'll take brains to solve this one, right?"
"Noooo. It means, I need yours."
Doomsday saw the figure coming, slouching forward step by step, his trademark wide-lapel suit splattered with things less wholesome than mud, a wide grin on what was left of his face. His optimism died, like he did, screaming.
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For those who don't know, this is The Kids From C.A.P.E.R.: