Zombiegasms!

I am that awkward girl with glasses behind the counter at work who plays zombie arcade games to pass the time until her shift is over. I am the girl who reads funny blogs and laughs hysterically at the screen of my laptop while my customers stare at me like I am sporting a T-shirt that says "Pap smears for everyone" on it. I am also that girl who would dare to adorn herself in such attire. Basically, I am not normal. I have this obsession with preparing for a potential uprising of the undead and have even caught myself turning down floor plans not suited for such an occasion when apartment shopping. It would only make sense that my Mother likes zombie games. The weirdness had to originate somewhere.

Today I decided to show my Mom an online game called "Rebuild," a strategy game that revolves around the directive to rebuild society in the midst of hundreds of walking, blood-thirsty corpses. The moment I mentioned it to her, she sat in some sticky substance on the counter (victimized also by shit cloud, and often) so I took advantage of the time when she had to excuse herself to change clothes in order to pull up the game. The only website I knew of that had the game available was Armor Games, my source of much needed entertainment during this less than eventful Spring Break. She entered the room, griping about her sticky bottom as I began to type out the URL, only my pinky decided that it wanted to insert two s's instead of the usual one in "games". No good can come from a typo in the address bar.

"armorgasmes"

I advise you now to avoid going there when accompanied by a parental unit or figure. There will be questions. There will be awkward pauses. There will be humiliation.

Then again, if you are alone, by all means! Enjoy yourself oh adventurous one! Just don't recommend it to Mother by describing it first as "a good time" and "you will play it for hours" like I did.