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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!

Wait, let me explain…

Ever watched a film where the villain has the hero at their mercy, but instead of finishing them off they have to stop and gloat for a few precious seconds? During which something inevitably happens to turn the tables, at best leading to the hero’s escape and at worst causing the villain’s demise and the undoing of their entire plot? I always scoffed at such scenarios, and yet several years back I was part of an RPG session where the Gamemaster had me representing the antagonist character in opposition to the other players, and it happened. I got so into it and was so convinced of my own motives for doing all the terrible things I was doing and somehow at the climactic moment I had to pause and try to explain. It wasn’t gloating! But somehow I genuinely just felt this irrational conviction that if I could just persuade them to see things my way, they’d join me, or at least cease trying to stop me. So what if it all hinged on the murder of an innocent woman who was the betrothed of their leader? If they would just listen for a minute, I could… Oh, and now I’m dead and my plans are ruined. Oops. It’s a reminder that even the most cartoonish supervillains can still think of themselves as the heroes. Come on, Luke, join me and we can rule the galaxy together. Don’t make me destroy you. Maybe it’s a holdover of tribal days, but there just seems to be something in human character where we want to be understood. Hell, we’ll even spend days arguing with ourselves that such-and-such was necessary, or so-and-so was clearly in the wrong in that confrontation, even though we have no audience. And if we’re fortunate enough to have friends to vent to, we’re not really interested in hearing the wrong answer to a posed question of “am I the asshole?” We want to feel justified. Ideally we’d want everyone to admit we were right, especially our antagonists. Defeating them is good, of course, but if they would also see that your way is correct that would be all the better. So nasty people write memoirs, and shadowy executives record audio logs, and villains explain their evil plans as the laser slowly makes its way towards James Bond’s crotch… and sometimes that leaves the audience scratching their heads and wondering why they even bothered. Well, turns out we might just be funny little creatures that like to talk. And to be understood. Even if it kills us.