It starts with the flu - new ARG?

Ok, so there's this website I found linked from Zombiepedia, http://www.itstartswiththeflu.com/
So we're shown some gritty font and questionable color choices and a running clock counting down to September 8, 2010. Upon selecting everything on the page, an "invisible" message of "Daniel 12; 1-13" becomes visible.



Huh, that's weird.

So a quick Google search for a quote of the verses led me to a site called Oremus Bible Browser, from which I copied this:

Daniel 12:1-13

At that time Michael, the great prince, the protector of your people, shall arise. There shall be a time of anguish, such as has never occurred since nations first came into existence. But at that time your people shall be delivered, everyone who is found written in the book. 2Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth* shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt. 3Those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky,* and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever. 4But you, Daniel, keep the words secret and the book sealed until the time of the end. Many shall be running back and forth, and evil* shall increase.’

5 Then I, Daniel, looked, and two others appeared, one standing on this bank of the stream and one on the other. 6One of them said to the man clothed in linen, who was upstream, ‘How long shall it be until the end of these wonders?’ 7The man clothed in linen, who was upstream, raised his right hand and his left hand towards heaven. And I heard him swear by the one who lives for ever that it would be for a time, two times, and half a time,* and that when the shattering of the power of the holy people comes to an end, all these things would be accomplished. 8I heard but could not understand; so I said, ‘My lord, what shall be the outcome of these things?’ 9He said, ‘Go your way, Daniel, for the words are to remain secret and sealed until the time of the end. 10Many shall be purified, cleansed, and refined, but the wicked shall continue to act wickedly. None of the wicked shall understand, but those who are wise shall understand. 11From the time that the regular burnt-offering is taken away and the abomination that desolates is set up, there shall be one thousand two hundred and ninety days. 12Happy are those who persevere and attain the thousand three hundred and thirty-five days. 13But you, go your way,* and rest; you shall rise for your reward at the end of the days.’

Alright, the verbose musings of long-dead confidence artists, what else is new in the Bibleverse? Oh, wait, read that first part again, please?

Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

Uh-huh. so tl;dr

The Beatles

Don't Let Me Down

And I Love Her

All You Need is Love

Today I am less a man than a God

81 chubbies over at Achewood, GOD I FEEL LIKE I AM THE BEATLES

movie scenes you should worship

Watch this clip here, Al Pacino's little rant at the end of "Scent of a Woman". I figure I should put one of the best first, right?

Nice. I especially love: "And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there-FUCK YOU TOO!"

Next, we've got the reason that over one summer (1999 I think), I paid to see "Fight Club" 4 times. I didn't see this coming, and to be honest, I can still watch it and get a little excited. Sort of like when you get excited watching someone open a present that you know they're going to love, and then realizing that you're both the same person.

Classic. {EDIT: GODDAMN YOUTUBE)

This is one of the better "Shaun of the Dead" clips I could find, but these guys both play "stumbling out of a bar completely wasted" so well, I had to include this scene anyway.

"What a tit."

That's all for today kids, WOKKAWOKKAWOKKA!
{EDIT: YOUTUBE, WHEREVER YOU ARE OUT THERE, FUCK YOU TOO!}

Worst wallpaper ever.

I'm sorry, this is just a fucking mess. I'll try harder next time, I swear.

I SERVE NONE BUT KORROK

An excerpt from the Journal of Mitch Thorne

Post 1
September 17th, 2011

It's not the fact that they're dead that bothers me. It's not that they never blink their cloudy, red ,worn eyes. It's not the creepy staggering way that they walk or the fact that I know we're all completely screwed, no matter what we do to try and survive. All those things are enough to make a man cringe, but the worst part about these things? It's the moaning. The wailing. The neverending chorus of desperation outside. Yesterday I tried to deaden the sound with some old t-shirts stuffed in the cracks of the windows and under the door, but it was pretty useless. They're as close as they can get, I can SEE them just fine, but they sound like they're just a foot further away than before. At first I figured the less noise I make, the less likely they were to show up, but last Tuesday at about 4 PM I screwed up big time. It was such a harmless thing, sneezing. I was too close to the window when I sneezed, and that ONE that had been wandering around down the block for two whole days hears me, and that was it. He's only got one ear, how could he have possibly heard me sneeze? How could I have known the shitstorm that would come raining down after being careless for one second? It's unfair is what it is.

But that was all it took. Then the moan eddying up the street on the wind. He hadn't even seen me yet, but he knew where I was. Which house the sound came from, even which window I was standing near. All the way down the street, slouching along, not moving his glare from that window the whole time. Moaning. By the time he made it to the front of the house, I had already moved into the center of the living room, trying to stay as low as possible. I hoped against hope that he wasn't tall enough to see into the window, to find me, to claw and scratch at the panes with those gray hands. I got my wish, by the way. He couldn't see me, and for that, I was grateful. For about half an hour. Apparently, these things don't make any noise at all until they've found a meal, but when they find it, they call ALL of their friends over for dinner, and now there's about enough heads out there to constitute a graduating class. They've completely encircled the house, four deep at the slimmest points. The wall of bodies is growing thicker at a rate of about 7 to 10 more per day. It took one moan to alert another. Then they tell two friends, and they tell two friends, and we all know how that goes. Oh yeah, and the original one saw a squirrel yesterday and hasn't been back since. He got me in this shit and then took off. I swear to God, I've got his number, and he is going to get it.

The moaning is nonstop. I'm tempted to just let them in. Just give up and end the noise. But that shit ain't right. I've got to figure out what to do. As soon as I get out of here I'm gonna beat that first one's head in with a rock, I swear to God.