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

  1. Why am I not surprised.

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

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

    2. 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. 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. Imagine his surprise when he stabs a pillow. 😜

  5. 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)

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!

Topics, topics, everywhere…

For as long as I can remember, I’ve forgotten. Dang, that would actually make for a pretty good opening line to a novel, wouldn’t it? But what I mean specifically in this case isn’t just “where did I put my keys?” or “what was that dude’s name?” No, in this case it’s the fact that so much has happened since the last time I really blogged that it’s all sort of mushed together in my head to a useless amount of white noise. It’s the same phenomenon I experience when I have a few hours to kill and decide to watch a movie, but suddenly all I can think of is several instances since the last time I watched a movie where I picture myself clearly uttering, “oh man, I totally still need to watch <REDACTED>” and no it’s not a movie called REDACTED it’s just that for the life of me I can’t recall what it was. Maybe you’ve experienced the same thing. No? Just me then? Do you perhaps (figuratively or literally) lower your glasses just so upon the bridge of your nose, peer over them and suggest, in none too dulcet tones that “Well, Mr. Writer… perhaps you ought to start writing these things down?” Perhaps, perhaps. Something to be aspired to. The middle-aged dog learning a new trick. In the meantime there’s so much to say that I don’t quite know what to say at all. Topics, topics everywhere, and not a thought to think. S’alright though, I’m pretty sure I’m inherently incapable of shutting up. Gimme a week or two and we’ll figure this out.