Yellow eyes survey a field of dismembered corpses in various degrees of decay. A corpse rises up, and the eyes' owner laughs. "Gwahaha! You still think you stand a chance? Foul zombie, the prize for your tenacity is a trip to the moon!" With a swift kick to the chin, the wolf-man knocks the zombie's head into the sky, and the rest of the animated body shrugs and falls over, giving up. The wolf-man's wearing no shirt, but at least he's got pants on. "Okay, they're all dead. You can come out now!" he calls to somebody, or perhaps nobody. The Rules: -This RP is all about what happens, what happened, and what's going to happen. -Anything can happen if you describe it happening well enough. -Things left vague by you can be filled in by other players. -There is no limit to the number of characters or places concurrently being described. -Please try to be courteous to other players. We don't want to incite flamewars and ragequits here.