# undead proofing the near impossibility of such a foolish and unlikely enterprise especially in the diffused twilight of modem existence a veritable rotting sea of crusty blue ash-grey faces now staring in with utterly dead yet somehow aggressive eyes right through a smeared dusty single pane farmhouse window at indecisive andor faintly terrified researchers of 'big science' contemplating such an unlikely notion in which only nowhere seems truly safe from lo-fi flesh eating near future retro 80's vhs undead anyway dear researcher it's time for bed - best get nailing the doors and windows shut // republic of bob