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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!

Cautious optimism…

Posted on December 2, 2020 by Clint
I used to have a t-shirt that said, “I feel much better now that I’ve lost all hope.” Pretty nihilistic, eh? But sometimes, it’s a mood. Possibly for 2020, it’s even a roadmap for clinging to sanity. For example, I’ve written off Long Beach Comic Expo and WonderCon for 2021, so no pressure prepping for those. This is also around the time we would get our acceptance or wait list notice for San Diego. We haven’t heard a peep from that team by mail or email since October, and I’m definitely not inclined to put down a non-refundable hotel deposit while a vaccine is still in question. As the prophet Max Rockatansky said, “…hope is a mistake.” Of course he goes on to state that “if you can’t fix what’s broken, you’ll go insane.” Which begs the question: am I broken? Have I gone insane? Max certainly had, but his situation was far more stressful than mine. Also trying to fix things implies the necessity of hope, does it not? Perhaps it’s just recognizing that a lot of things are out of my hands and it’s best to concentrate on the immediate. Our cat has pulled through her emergency and is now recuperating nicely at home. As I type, she is sitting watchfully next to Dawn hoping for a bite of pastrami. She will not get it as we are under strict parental instructions from the vet to keep her diet controlled, but fortunately she is quite happy with the kidney-fortifying stuff that is now her breakfast, lunch and dinner. This is a time where we even welcomed the big hairball she horked up recently because it means she’s been grooming herself again. The vet cautions that there is no “cure” for kidney disease and kitty will never be the same as we knew her, but so far little miss Balrog has been uninterested in such declarations and is climbing up her cat tree as if nothing ever happened. Meanwhile my dad also came home from his visit to the emergency room, and although he might not be clambering up obstacles five times his height the doctors have managed to track down some nasty bacteria in his system and ordered up the necessary drugs to stamp them out. So, you know, peaks and valleys, valleys and peaks. It may be that it’s impossible for the human psyche to lose all hope. Are we more hopeful when good things happen? Or more hopeful in the depths of despair? Would losing all hope be tantamount to death? Perhaps. So perhaps at this time, under these circumstances, I permit myself a bit of optimism. Cautiously.