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[hotdate]

Okay, so here's the thing. I am totally not advocating any of this zombie murder going on right now. But you most of you guys are normies and that's just what you people do to monsters. I guess there's not a whole lot we can do about that.

[WHO IS THE REAL MONSTER? IS IT YOU?!!! IS IT?!!!]

Anyway. I can uh...actually speak zombie. Like the actual language. So if any of you guys want to hold up your tablet to one of them so I can catch a few groans and moans and whatever, I can tell you what they want. Maybe we can resolve this peacefully, y'know?

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[hotdate]

[Wow, that's useful]

Sup, bro. What's up with all the murdering? [When English doesn't work (as it almost always does with zombies back home, Heath tries a few moans and groans.

He waits for the necromorph to start making sounds and frowns]

Oh. Yeah that really isn't good. Like at all.

[hornedomen]

[Now was not the time for mysteries.]

Come on, what's he saying?

[A crash sounded from a distance. The screen began to move away from the tied up necromorph.] I can't stay here.

[hotdate]

You should probably get out of there fast. He was talking about assimilating and stuff. I guess something must be controlling them.

[hornedomen]

[The video turned to a view of the inside of his pocket while he ran. Accompanying the view were sounds of necromorphs growling and eventually a door slamming shut.]

Okay [he panted] it's safe now.

[He took the tablet out from his pocket.] What's controlling them? Can you make it stop?

[hotdate]

[That is so disconcerting. Those zombies are not saying anything good. At all]

I don't know. Maybe someone's cast a spell on them?

[hornedomen]

Like a curse? But we're the only ones here. Who would do that?

[hotdate]

I don't know, maybe the UE has some people hiding out up here.

[hornedomen]

I don't think they know we're here. It can't be them.

[hotdate]

I don't know, man. It's super hard to hide the fact a bunch of people have gone to live on the moon.

[hornedomen]

They probably think we all died.

[He hummed thoughtfully.]

This base was here a long time. Maybe it was something from before we came here.

[hotdate]

You mean something they always had up here, as a just in case?

[hornedomen]

I don't think they brought them here. They're too dangerous. They probably didn't know, or else they'd keep them locked up like before.

[hotdate]

It would be really dumb to know they're here and just...you know, let them go around attacking all crazy like. Not when they need us apparently.

[hornedomen]

Did they say anything else? Anything about who made them like that?

[hotdate]

Nope, not a single thing. Just assimilate and join and stuff like that.

[hornedomen]

So there's no point talking to them. What else can you do?

[hotdate]

[Set fire to them]

Uhhhh I can throw them a few witty one liners?

[hornedomen]

That won't do anything.

[He leaned back.]

So what do we know? They're controlled by someone and they want us to join them. But for what?

[hotdate]

I don't know, I left my evil villain handbook back home.

[hornedomen]

[That was not funny but he did not comment on it.]

I'll see if I can find anything. Stay inside, okay? I don't think they'll listen to anyone.

[hotdate]

Yeah, yeah, dude. I'll stay put.