The General will order the barbeque zombie served with crawfish, beaten to death with a blunt object (preferably the baseball bat, although the chainsaw has a nice effect, too...) rather than filled with bullet holes (for she finds this ruins the taste), served with the highest form of southern hospitality. She prefers this dish served by an untrustworthy gambler who’s not from around these parts, but says cool lines like, “Looks like there’s been a chance of plans,” while staring somewhere off camera (probably at the helicopter that just flew off without him). It would be rather awesome if an old friend of mine who is a war veteran would suddenly appear and show the young folk down south how they do it old school, but I suppose that would take the challenge out of Left 4 Dead 2. Bring it on zombie apocalypse...later today, when I might have the time to deal with you.

...I am not infected just yet; I just have an attention span that flits around too much for me to keep promises that aren’t tied to a grade, which is very rude of me. You might as well leave me fallen, for I cannot get up on my own—not entirely true, but I felt like tying in one last reference to L4D2 which finally came out at 1:30 a.m. or so this morning.