The worst thing is having to scroll farther and father down when selection your date of birth in online forms. I’m like “why does this start after 2000? kids don’t use this thing” and then I realize people born in 2008 are 18 now.
Did I just say something vaguely threatening, or offer a foreshadowing clue to your survival and vital plot progression?
Who knows?
Better lock your oven then
No. Let the unknowable cosmic horror take me.
Can’t be worse than going to work every day for the rest of my life.
You’re probably in the ripe age to be the center of the mystery in Files of X
It’s not the best part but it is a nice perk
Or the guy fixing up his fishing cabin with his buddy.
“Some kid just hucked himself right into the wood chipper!”
I sincerely hope Tyler Labine and Alan Tudyk know how much tons of people love that movie.
What movie?
Tucker and Dale Versus Evil
“Well howdy officer, we’ve had a doozy of a day”
I quote that, at minimum, weekly.
You might age into store clerk who may or may not be murdered by Anton Chigurh before long.
I was given my first senior citizen discount today without asking 😩
Yeah, we should definitely have horror movie sequels where the ones who managed to get away from the stabber/slicer/decapitator is now a person living nearby and interacting with the new kids coming for their scandalous swimming/camping/drinking party time and warning them off being killed. It would be a cool callback.
Why warn them?
Purely for the enjoyment of being cryptic and menacing while delivering the warning.
Do not go beyond the sacred line, David, for it is forbidden! And that will be $178.55 for the gas, and $8 for the room temp bottled water. Would you like to buy some insurance?
The Harbinger is part of the ritual
“The Harbinger” and “Camp Murderblood” which one is the band name and which one is the debut album title? This is commitment time, people.
Camp Murderblood is definitely the band name.
Most triumphant.
air guitar gesture!
love of the game
Fuck that!
I’m the old guy laughing maniacally in the rocker on the porch; urging them on!
Yeah, probably at the point where I could be one of the town folk in the gas station overheard asking “do ya think Pete the butcher’s gonna make up a batch of those special meat pies again?”
I approve. I take it you have a shotgun, pipe and windchimes?
I used to be the voluptuous final girl and now I’m the old hag. At least I still have a role, and now I’m winning!
Hi fellow hag! Please feel free to hang out with us at !WomensStuff@piefed.blahaj.zone we have many crones there
Ooh, thanks!
It felt nice to age out of the standard military draft (in the US)
You can still be the guy selling chilli to the teenagers on a road trip before they head down the road and later find out where the meat for that chilli comes from.
I’m not warning anyone. That would require talking to them, screw that.
I’m the somewhat creepy next door neighbor vaguely spotted on the way in as a little spook to set the tone, who watches the shenanigans from the kitchen window but doesn’t answer the door when they inevitably follow the light onto my property at midnight. I just keep watching. I’m not getting involved with my insane neighbor, but I own this place so I’m also not leaving. This shit happens every few years, and I’m over it.
There are plenty of other people passing along those warnings, if they didn’t listen, that’s what they get.
