Being the ramblings of a drunk young man with an unnatural appetite for zombie-related tat.
Seriously - are you ok?
Oh, I'm fine. When I say feral, I mean that I strapped some red tags to the back of my hand as a crude fascimile of claws, and made some threats towards the wellbeing of the usual suspects.
You worry me at times, you do know that right?
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