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9 thoughts on “539 – A Knife In The Dark (END OF EPISODE 22)”

  1. Keith

    Why am I not surprised.

  2. Scarsdale

    Typical, it’s always someone else’s fault. Revenge is not just best served cold, but by stupid too. “This is all your fault!” Which is wrong, but in his head, it’s right.

    1. steelraven

      It’s also been heavily hinted he has already been brain washed by the zombie worshiping cult.

      1. Scarsdale

        Which, no doubt, made easier because of that under-lying feeling. People are always looking for a scape-goat…

    2. Clint

      I don’t know if you got my callback by intent or not, but it’s great to see almost the same words echoed! https://www.zombieranchcomic.com/comic/203-breaking-worst/

  3. RC

    Honestly, probably the first time he’s ever taken control of and done ever in his life. There’s a reason why they kept him. Give a dog that’s been beat all its life a whiff of conference and control, you got a problem.

  4. Crazyman

    Imagine his surprise when he stabs a pillow. 😜

  5. Zombatar

    He isn’t in control, RC – he’s probably drugged to the very dilated eyeballs, probably with Datura. Back on p.443, Eustace is shown holding a Mojave Rattlesnake on a stick while the Brujefe milks it into a glass. Mojave venom A is a paralytic neurotoxin, like tetrodotoxin. Tetrodotoxin was thought to be part of the legendary Haitian “zombie powder”. The other part was Datura, which contains scopalamine, which messes with memory and concentration, and is supposed to render victims docile and suggestible.
    The question is, where did he get his current dose, and did a little drone whisper in his ear?

  6. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    Me lleva la chingada !

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539 – A Knife In The Dark (END OF EPISODE 22)
Posted on December 25, 2024 by Dawn

Happy Holidays, all! That's a wrap (heh) for Episode 22 just in time for a Christmas cliffhanger! Hope we don't twist the knife too much...

See y'all in 2025 when Zombie Ranch continues!

Playful prompts

Posted on June 22, 2022 by Clint
Y’all probably have heard of “writing prompt” exercises. If not, it’s easy enough to google up. In the context of creative writing, it’s basically meant to get around the problem of writer’s block by offering up an idea to start your pen flowing (or keyboard clacking, or however you like to get your hopefully eventually copyrightable material into fixed form). For instance I’ll pluck one out of the search I myself just did:

3. Misheard Lyrics. Think of some of the song lyrics you have misheard throughout the years. Pick your favorite, and use these misheard lyrics as the title of a new creative writing piece. Write a story, scene, or poem based on this title.

So almost immediately, the song “Purple Haze” as performed by Jimi Hendrix pops into my head with its infamously misheard lyric: ‘Scuse me, while I kiss the sky! Or as many throughout the decades have thought: ‘Scuse me, while I kiss this guy! Maybe in honor of Pride Month we can just imagine that wasn’t misheard at all, but in any case now I have something to potentially build a story around. Of course, this exercise does ignore the whole maxim that “ideas are easy”… because then again, sometimes they’re not, right? “Where do you get your ideas?” asks the stereotypical audience member, craving the wisdom a writer often has no satisfying answer for, or should perhaps probably come up with something better than “a 10-second Google search.” Anyhow, sometimes I get them from games. Playtime. It’s definitely not unheard of for this to occur, but then there’s the gulf between “wow, that would make a good story” and actually making a good story inspired by it. Or any story at all, really. How about just recounting it in a way that makes someone else entertained? That’s a story, right? Doesn’t have to be a novel. You don’t have to fire up Photoshop and use your very limited skills to… *record scratch* Okay let me backtrack. So I recently started playing this video game called Stellaris which is sort of like Civilization on a galactic scale. You guide your alien empire on a quest for supremacy but unless you’re a fanatical xenophobe, devouring swarm or similarly anti-social collective, you may very well end up with several different species populating your various worlds. There’s a good deal of randomness involved in what alien species might be present in a given game and how everyone feels about each other, etc. etc., and you’re guiding your empire across a period of centuries as leaders live and die and today’s deadly rival might be your staunchest ally fifty years down the road and nevermind that little misunderstanding during First Contact where an entire ship crew got vivisected, right? But I digress. Your planets have jobs, and one of the jobs is basically the “police” which is more generally termed by the game as Enforcer and as things progressed one of my migrants randomly ended up being The Law upon my tundra-world colony of Alpha Lyncis Prime, but said migrant happened to be a member of a species that looks like a cross between a sea-slug and a blob fish. Not precisely Judge Dredd material, but now that’s the kind of thing dreams are made of. Or writing prompts, at least.