Late night Left 4 Dead and Killing Floor gone terribly wrong.

You know who you are. It has happened time and time again. One o'clock in the morning rolls around and suddenly you have a craving to kill yourself some zombies.

It may start with an innocent invite or two, "just to see who's around" or "just for a survival match or two." The next thing you know, the sun is coming up and you are still trying to get away from the tank on the second floor of Powerstation.

Every two games you fail causes you to go on a killing streak. You proceed to pistol shot your allies to death. There will be countless "WHHHHYYYYYY's", but it is all in good fun... until someone ragequits.

However, this wasn't all for nothing. In the process, you made some great friends. You know that there will always be a wingman at your side come the zombie apocalypse. And who knows? Maybe one day, you'll find even more survivors out there willing to heal you or toss you some "PEELS!"

A daily reminder of how far you've gone, your friends list reminds you that you've had some awesome allies watching your six. Eventually, after the zombie nightmare ends, you'll know that you'll always have someone to fall back on. Whether he be six-foot-five, high as a kite, or slightly overtired, you know that there will be someone there ready when the oppurunity arises.

And who knows, maybe some crazed scientist will create specimens and AN ENTIRE FLOOR OF KILLING! All we know is that we have to be ready.

After all, we are all bros.

The Good Job! General Rules of Thumb:
1) You don't pick Rochelle.
2) Ever.
3) "No takies backies".
4) Don't Lose, Don't Die
5) There ain't no overkill.

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