And what, pray, is it you wish to know?

【OOC】Presently stationed in Asia! So do excuse the time difference—though rest assured, I’ll be about most days, barring any technical mutiny from my devices…

Given I wasn’t born to the English tongue, my prose may occasionally stumble. But fret not—I’ve enlisted a few clever friends to help polish my rough edges.

Two small note: in a month’s time, I shall likely only surface once a week.

…And I do plan on wandering over to the pvz2 Reflourished version to poke about—do expect me there. My apologies it took so long to properly commit to this account… Up until now, I’ve spent every waking hour lurking in General Camo’s comment section!

Honestly? I’m feelin’ more like playing the retired version of Brainstorm from reflourished...

sol hereo(^o^)oo(^o^)oo(^o^)o

soooo

whats up with bs btw

and do you like karaokeeee(*￣∇￣)ノ

Him? He’s been all pent-up lately—got so frustrated he ran outside to go smash stuff.

W–Wha—

M–Mister Luck?! I–I was just thinkin’ about askin’ for your help! Y–You actually… Oh my god, I’m so honored… Oh, n–no, of course I don’t know who you are—

“Ali” ain’t my real name, sir. I’d rather keep my identity under wraps for now.

The fact you’re willin’ to help me… I–I can’t thank you enough! I’ll try not to let you down… but I gotta be honest—I don’t know his exact whereabouts. He won’t walk more’n an eighth of a mile if he can help it. Needs to move? He just hits that button he carries, and snap—gone.

He don’t got a regular haunt either—coffee shops, motels, even the crown of some tree out in the boonies… but I doubt he’d stray far from town. One place he will be, though? Zombie University. Outside of work, he’s camped out in his lab there most of the time. But that’s his final stronghold—back in the day, it took three Plant Heroes just to bust in. If you can get through the traps and trials he’s set up… you might just find him!

Yeah, yeah… I’m a zombie. That old bastard doesn’t trust humans, plants—hell, any other species. He’s just… real paranoid about anyone who ain’t his type.

- Lesbian All Star Zombie Anon

Alright, alright—guess I forgot to intro myself... sigh Honestly? Don’t think I even need to. I’m just some nobody who puts up with a lunatic’s temper ‘cause the bills won’t pay themselves. Just call me… Ali. Yeah. Ali.

My job? Keep him alive—regular check-ups, write the prescriptions, all that. Standard procedure.

But he treats me like his personal punching bag. I can tell—he doesn’t just dislike me. He looks down on me. Like I’m dirt under his boot.

WAIT—!! u gon ghost again?? for how long?? n u ain't even intro-in' me?? DAMN so I'm just nameless now huh

...HEY I AIN'T SAID YES TO THIS SHIT

sigh...

Do you believe in fate? Or coincidence?

I myself believe in coincidence, honesty. Especially regarding silly things like the topic of...romance.

- @camo-flage-real

Mm. That is a most pertinent question.

First, let me make my position clear: I place no credence in ‘fate.’ As for ‘coincidence’… if forced to choose between only those two, I should rather incline towards the latter.

Nevertheless, I am drawn to a third alternative: the Self. I submit that our decisions are born of deliberate resolution and summoned fortitude—the product of personal exertion, rather than celestial mandate or stochastic variance.

…This pertains to us as well, Camo. I am persuaded our convergence here arises from a concordance of choice, not an ordained path, nor a serendipitous mischance. Simply the outcome of our respective determinations. Nothing further, nothing beside.

So, my final answer to you is this: I trust my own heart.

… Death. Solitude. Flame. Rain. Zomboss rang for a "courtesy call."

Yo bro check this out

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HOW DARE YOU.

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