GAME OVER.


You aim directly for the exposed stomach area... But instead of punching the stomach and hitting his torso...  You find your fist stuck in something squishy? You wonder what could that be? Intestines!  Oh No!! The blood splatters all over your body...and your eyes.  You can't see a thing...  Then you feel something....  Little creatures climbing up your body...  The itsy bitsy undead zombie parasites... 

A million of me over your arms, legs and your head... 

Then you feel a crack in your skull..  Like it's being drilled into...  The parasites suck your brain and you fall to the ground brainless... Yet alive...but barely untill your old friend Jack Jones appears and snaps your neck off.

It's a dead end. Aim for Jack Jones' legs this time.

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