Mr. Deadman can’t do a show tonight because he has “on-call”. That’s right, your so-professional publisher is out working the night shift “escorting” ladies and gentlemen back to their homes and backseats to support the Tome.
He’s asked me, Undead Greg, to fill in. But the dead dude sprung this up last moment. I present to you one of my more popular Zombie Times episodes.
As a red flag of society, I love comments and praises. Please let me know what you think of the episode and you’ll be given 30 min of zombie immunity when the inevitable zombie apocalypse happens.
Authors featured on Deadman’s Tome earn based on the number of views, likes, and comments. This method of earning encourages authors to share each other’s work.
If you ask yourself why should I share someone else’s work? Then counter that with a why should someone share yours.
If you say you’re too busy to read someone else’s work, then expect the same response when it comes to your story.
Shouldn’t the Tome share and promote my work? I do. The best form of promotion is word of mouth, and taking time to share other stories will only help encourage word of mouth.
I hosted the impromptu Horror Olympics in an effort to bank off some trends, and not only did it work, it was a bit different and fun.
We are a community in that whenever someone shares your story, it helps drive traffic to it. I’m not a huge believer in karma, but it seems that a share often leads someone to in turn share your story.
What the holy fuck? A woman in Moscow claims that she woke up in bed to find a Pokemon on top of her, raping her. A that’s right, a woman woke up and felt a virtual PokeCock violating her pink taco. Did the Pokemon say its own name in a cute an adorable way as it ravished her? It couldn’t have been on of the cute pokemon types. It would’ve been a beast like a Charizard with its massive Charizard cock.
The woman says the Pokemon disappeared when she jumped out of bed – but says the Pokemon GO app on her phone could still detect the same virtual character’s presence on her bed.
She woke up her husband to tell her what had happened who told police officers that he did not believe her and told her to see a psychiatrist.
Russian news website Bloknot reports that the police did not believe her either and that the woman then went to see a psychic who was unable to help her.
Ivan Makarov, the woman’s friend, said: “She says there are too many Pokemon at her place and even the dog can sense them. She says the dog barks whenever she plays Pokemon GO.”
Is this an onion piece? Is this shit for real? A woman believes that her dog can “feel” their presence? Its fucking code on a stupid app, it’s not a real Pokemon detector or anything. If this is for real, and some woman reported that a Pokemon had raped her, then that’s all the evidence anyone needs to have her sentenced to an institution. The bitch is coo-coo for cocoa puffs.
Instead of going to a psychiatrist, she went to a psychic! A fucking psychic! You have to be kidding me, right? I wish someone had paid the psychic to mess with her, to push her even further into the crazy.