Dr. Rodney McKay [Stargate: Atlantis] (
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Network | Video | PSA about recent Dogtown results
Who: Rodney McKay
Username: imwithgenius
Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, skeleton horses, amnesia, blood, zombies, guns, bullet wounds, supernatural compulsion, violence, death
Yes, hello. Maybe you remember the mysterious Dogtown building past our oh-so-very-scenic river of blood that some people around here considered the holy grail of answers. Well, we went to check it out. And why would we deny you all the enlightenment it held.
[It's sharp, snide. Someone's in a mood. Even for Rodney, it's a mood.]
You ready for this? It's a zombie. There's zombies now because apparently that's what this place was lacking. You know, just the other night I thought in between all the skeleton horses and amnesia and breaking down of critical infrastructure there's such a lack of dead bodies pursuing me, it's a real letdown.
Dead guy's dressed like a hunter or trapper and shambles with a jolly tune on his lips. Oh, and did I mention the gun? Because there's a gun. Because not only do we get the Terminator's fleshy brother snapping at our heels, obviously he should be able to rain down a hailstorm of bullets at us while he's at it. Because that's fair.
So if you hear whistling, I highly recommend removing yourself from wherever you are unless you feel like playing target practice with things that go Natty Bumppo in the night.
Username: imwithgenius
Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, skeleton horses, amnesia, blood, zombies, guns, bullet wounds, supernatural compulsion, violence, death
Yes, hello. Maybe you remember the mysterious Dogtown building past our oh-so-very-scenic river of blood that some people around here considered the holy grail of answers. Well, we went to check it out. And why would we deny you all the enlightenment it held.
[It's sharp, snide. Someone's in a mood. Even for Rodney, it's a mood.]
You ready for this? It's a zombie. There's zombies now because apparently that's what this place was lacking. You know, just the other night I thought in between all the skeleton horses and amnesia and breaking down of critical infrastructure there's such a lack of dead bodies pursuing me, it's a real letdown.
Dead guy's dressed like a hunter or trapper and shambles with a jolly tune on his lips. Oh, and did I mention the gun? Because there's a gun. Because not only do we get the Terminator's fleshy brother snapping at our heels, obviously he should be able to rain down a hailstorm of bullets at us while he's at it. Because that's fair.
So if you hear whistling, I highly recommend removing yourself from wherever you are unless you feel like playing target practice with things that go Natty Bumppo in the night.
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[As he thinks intensely about Simon Fairchild and then tries to forget Simon Fairchild. Immensely.]
At least, based on the theory we've been uhm-- I mean, that we've figured out so far.
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[He's not that new but he's intrigued.]
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[Oh crud, how can he related this to here so he doesn't sound insane. Wait, he can do this--]
I mean, uhm, we fought two Desolation avatars last year that were just wax people? And they can't have r-regularly, you know, functioning organs and such and also melt into a puddle. Not to mention there's clear evidence that Ava, the uhm, the dreamwalker girl from last October, likely died in a house fire and became an Avatar that way. So if your life is tied to these things, it stands to reason your physical form could be... uhm, anything, really.