Made my receptionist squee this morning.

No, not in that way.

Aubs, is a cool girl. She answers phones, she's funny, and she loves zombies.

Last Christmas, I got her the Zombie Survival Guide. She loved it.

Well, to try an top myself, I decided to get a PnP Zombie game and make it for her. My choice: Zombie Plague.

I printed out the rules on bond paper. Printed the cards and barricades on cardstock.

I asked her vague questions like, "Male or children?" (I was going to raid my Zombies!! games for the zombies for her set.) She responded, "Puppies."

Shit. I didn't have that expansion. No worries! I'll just buy a bag o zombie dogs.

Search search search.


Holy fuck! $28? Fuck that.... I'll just buy the expansion! Thought Hammer away!

Got the dogs. Mounted the board on foamcore and cut it into pieces.

The final piece. Needed survivors. Shotgun guys weren't going to work.... So.... OFF TO THE 40K tackle box. Found a Void female sergeant (one of my co-workers called it a 'Shim') and one Catachan Imperial Guardsman. Both fully painted. It's amazing how well the Catachan guy turns into Redneck with a pistol and a machete when you change the game.

Packed it in maroon gift paper and wrapped it. She opened it this morning and channeled her inner five year old. It was great. Her first question "Are we going to play this????!"

Of course we are!

Nicely done.

That's really nice of you

I'd like to make somebody squee...

I was expecting a succinct "thumb up the ass" but yours may actually be more fun.