Sons and daughters of the Apocalypse… I am Dave Farrar!

Dave Farrar is seven feet tall!

Yes, I have heard! He kills zombies by
the hundreds! And if he were here,
he would consume the zombies with
fireballs from his eyes, and bolts
of lightning from his fine, shapely ass!


I AM DAVE FARRAR. And my enemies
do not go away. I saw our good nobles eaten. My wife also eaten. I am Dave Farrar. And I see a whole army of
my countrymen, here in defiance of zombies. You have come to fight as
free men. And free men you are! And everybody looks super cool! What
will you do with freedom? Will you
fight? Will you? Puh-leeeease?

Two thousand, against ten? We will
run — and live! And not be eaten!

Yes. Fight and you may die. Run and
you will live, at least awhile. And
dying in your bed many years from
now, would you be willing to trade
all the days from this day to that,
for one chance to come back here as
young men, and tell our enemies that
they make take our lives, but they will never EAT OUR BRAINS!