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-I’m telling you Quinn, nerd like us will run the world!
-Nerds?
-Just accept it already, nobody plays zelda like you!
-Whatever, so why are you wearing those silly glasses?
-Keep it classy… nerd.
Mike: Stop pushing- There has got to be some rule against this! Aren’t we brothers, Q? WE SHOULD BE WORKING TOGETHER!
Quinn: Shut up, Chang! WE CAN’T TIE FOR FIRST! And everyone knows that Mario is so much better than- HEY! WHAT THE FUCK? FUCKING BLUE SHELL!
Mike: Karma can be cruel, right? Ugh! Luigi, come on!!!!! I DO NOT NEED THIS BANANA!!!
Rachel: Isn’t this fun guys? I am so glad that you let me play this time around! Princess Peach is such a delight!
Quinn: Rach, baby, you’re going in reverse.
Mike: Incredible!
Quinn: …
Mike: Incredible. Quinn, it’s-
Quinn: It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Mike: Right?
Quinn: Do you think they have competitions? Oh, man, please tell me they have competitions. Team Quike would so own the video game Nationals.
Mike: I thought we decided on Fabang…
Quinn: That sounds too nerdy.
Mike: Dude, you’re practically salivating over a piece of paper with two words and a bunch of Space Invaders printed on it.
Quinn: Noted. Team Fabang it is.
Mike: So, we’re joining?
Quinn: Like we have a choice, Changster. It’s like, our destiny or something. And just in time for the release of Modern Warfare 3, and Battlefield 3! They should be the subject of the club’s first debate! Mike, who’s the president of this club?! Do we know who started this miraculous place?
Rachel: Greetings, fellow gamers.
Mike: Berry?!
Rachel: That’s right, Michael. After my brief stint as a member of McKinley’s Zombie Survival Club ended - it was completely unfair that I was kicked out, by the way, and I still stand by my opinion that guns should be the last line of defence when faced with a zombie attack. Ammo isn’t infinite, you know, and where on your person would you even carry the extra buckshot? I digress; after I left the club, I realized that I needed a new way to get closer to Qu- my friends! Auditions are at three. Please be on time, and bring your A game - literally, bring your favourite games because I don’t own anything that we can play.
Quinn: Do you even know how to hold a controller, Berry?
Rachel: I’ll have you know that my hands are very dexterous, Quinn Fabray. I’d be happy to prove it to you. Now if you’ll kindly step aside, you’re blocking the musical casting announcement sheet.
Title: (The Amazingly Observant Faberry Shippers Present) The McKinley’s Zombie Survival Club
A/N: Might continue this. Inspired on this post.
“Alright, guys, let’s start this meeting,” Mike called, using his President of the Club gavel to silence them. The six people congregated in the room all turned to him with matching expectant expressions.
“Unless someone has a question or something they want to share about last meeting’s discussions, we should continue with the next point.”
A quiet freshman with glasses raised his hand.
“Yes, Adam,” Mike called.
“I- I just have a doubt.” Adam pushed his glasses up, “As corpses that are rotting, we know for a fact that zombies are slower or at least sloppier in their walk. Last time you said that when faced with a walker, avoiding it it’s a good idea when we are in a city, and highly recommended if we are alone.”
Mike nodded, remembering what they had talk about a couple meetings ago.
“M-my question is, why can’t we just shoot it from a safe distance? Taking any of us as an example, I can’t see how we couldn’t outrun it if something went wrong.”
“Well, that’s-“
“Are you a moron?” Came a cold voice from the other side of the room. Mike quickly shut up, he knew better than interrumpting Quinn, who was his second in comand, in these situations. “Shooting a gun in the middle of the streets when you’re alone is basically putting a neon sign on top of your head that says ‘Free Meal’. Not the smartest thing to do Einstein.”
“But if you kill it-“
“You would’ve killed one zombie while alerting the nearby hundred that the buffet restaurant just opened.” The blonde crossed her arms exasperated. Didn’t these people know anything? “Might as well put an apple in your mouth and cover yourself in barbacue sauce.”
Adam looked intimidated but still to stubborn to drop it.
“B-but even if other walkers came, they’d still be rotten corpses, you could still outrun them!”
“Actually, we believe you couldn’t.” Mike said calmly, “It’s a fact that when in mases they run faster, are stronger and more aggressive. It’s indirect competitivity; they feel there’re other predators chasing its prey and they need to get to it first. Basic instinct really.”
“So you’d be in the middle of a city dominated by the undead, alerting them of your location and completely alone,” Quinn summarized with a sigh.
“Basically screwed,” Mike added.
“Okay,” Adam gulped.
“Right, so if that was all, we’re going to take it from where we left it last time,” Mike opened his copy of The Zombie Survival Guide, “page 38, Slings and Arrows. Now, why would we-“
A knock interrupted him. The door opened and a short brunette peaked her head in. “Hi, excuse me for my tardiness, I wasn’t sure in which classroom was this meeting,” she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She held a brand new copy of the same book as all of them clutched to her chest and a blinding smile. “I want to join this club.”
“Oh!” Mike exclaimed, quickly picking the list of members from his folder, “yeah, sure.”
“Wait.” Quinn spat. “Rachel this is Zombie Survival Club; we talk about zombies. How to kill them, how to avoid them… basically how to survive in an undead world full of rotting corpses hungry for human flesh. It’s not nice stuff; it’s actually gross stuff. And we don’t even have a picture in the yearbook.” The blonde of course, had supposed this was the only reason Rachel wanted to join.
“Quinn, I know what club this is,” Rachel said midly offended, “I just thought I should be prepared would the Zombie Outbreak ever happen.”
The blonde cocked an eyebrow at her, not convinced at all; Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Also, it would give me great material to work with in case I ever landed a role in a post-Apocalyptic Zombie movie.”
Quinn wanted to chuckle, if only a little. “Whatever. Fine.”
Rachel beamed at her brightly before sitting next to Mike and signing on the members sheet exitedly.
Well this should be interesting, Quinn thought.
Mercedes: What is she doing?!
Tina: What do you mean?
Mercedes: What do you mean, what do I mean?! Girl, look at her.
Mike: Quinn spent the last few weeks of summer vacation locked away in The Chang Cave in a Deus Ex: Human Revolution induced coma. She probably wouldn’t have survived if not for the blended concoction of Twinkies and Vitamin Water I was siphoning into her system using a homemade IV line - hydration is important during CoD marathons. Anyway-
Mercedes: I have no idea what you just said. How does any of that gibberish explain… that?
Mike: I was getting to it! She found an easter egg-
Mercedes: So ya’ll were out at an Easter Egg Hunt in the middle of summer?
Mike: …
Tina: He’s talking about a video game, Mercedes. Easter eggs are like, little in-jokes or tributes to other entertainment facets that are hidden within the virtual environments for players to find.
Mercedes: I still don’t get it, and I really don’t care. Just explain the Lazy Town hooker do.
Mike: Fine. Long story short; she entered an office - in the game - and found an easter egg; a poster for Final Fantasy XXVII. Let’s just say it brought back a lot of Quinn’s feelings.
Mercedes: Does your boy always speak in tongues?
Tina: This isn’t my boyfriend talking. This is Changbot. When he gets like this, I have to ask Quinn to translate.
Mercedes: You’re telling me that Quinn Fabray can understand him when he’s like this?
Tina: Oh, she’s even worse than-
Mike: Tina!
Tina: Right. Sorry. I meant that Quinn and I just ignore him and talk about… boys! Yeah, really, uh, tall… blonde boys. Who can’t sing.
Mercedes: I still don’t get why she has pink hair. Or why she’s dressed like she fell out of your closet, T.
Mike: It’s actually really simple, and totally default-Quinn; she really, really likes Lightning and wanted to express that without revealing… other things about herself. So she decided to take it to a new level of badassery. It’s a distraction tactic.
Mercedes: Lightning? What? I don’t-
Tina: I thought you said it was the result of a Comic-Con trip gone wrong?
Mike: Tina!
Tina: Sorry.
Fabang | Heartbeat
a very short Fabang video, a little nerdmance
You’re awesome.
No, you’re awesome.
not nerdy, really.
but quinn is wearing a tuxedo t-shirt.
mike is wearing suspenders.all is right in my world.
