Originally posted by Kλnister:

I am father Grigori
This town is dark and gory
I take my rifle and I lighten it and that's my story
The word of God is holy
My hale of bullets pouring
My inner psyche's sick and twisted
Inner voices warring
This was my home and now it's hell on earth
These zombies rush them
I turned a car into an elevator and I crush them
I used a spinning propeller to slice their ass in two
I'm Ravenholm's mad monk
Who the fuck are you?

Ur mom

Originally posted by Phreya™:

Originally posted by Kλnister:

I am father Grigori
This town is dark and gory
I take my rifle and I lighten it and that's my story
The word of God is holy
My hale of bullets pouring
My inner psyche's sick and twisted
Inner voices warring
This was my home and now it's hell on earth
These zombies rush them
I turned a car into an elevator and I crush them
I used a spinning propeller to slice their ass in two
I'm Ravenholm's mad monk
Who the fuck are you?

Ur mom

Rise and shine, Mister Freeman. Rise and shine. Not that I wish to imply that you've been sleeping on the job, no one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste. Until, well, let's just say your hour has... come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference, in the world. So, wake up Mister Freeman. Wake up and, smell the ashes.

The fries (inhales) are mine... Mr. Freeman... The fries... are mine... Not that i wish to imply that you were, sneaking towards... my fries. No one is more deserving of a snack, and all the ketchup in the world would have gone to waste until… well… let's just say my hunger has come again. The right fry in the wrong dip can make all the difference… in the world. So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and… pass the salt.

Originally posted by Phreya™:

The fries (inhales) are mine... Mr. Freeman... The fries... are mine... Not that i wish to imply that you were, sneaking towards... my fries. No one is more deserving of a snack, and all the ketchup in the world would have gone to waste until… well… let's just say my hunger has come again. The right fry in the wrong dip can make all the difference… in the world. So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and… pass the salt.

this was so inspirational i cried