… almost the width of Gatting
You know that movie, the one where everyone is stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and the zombies are coming at them? The small band of characters – the big breasted bimbo, the plucky smart chick, the drunken yob and the gentleman – have to think on their feet while the likes of ZombieHads, ZombiePunter, the new recruit ZombiePony and their undead pals hammer at the door and break through the windows of the strangely deserted place that seems to have no electricity or phone and that is so run down no one is really sure why the hell these people would go there in the first place.
You’ve seen that movie, right? The big breasted bimbo inevitably dies first and there’s always a natural hero: the one that becomes a leader and tries to keep everyone safe. The one who is still standing at the end when the others have perished. He swings his bat, taking their heads off while screaming obscenities. He refuses to just lay down and become a zombie. They will not take him down with them!
He is the gentleman, he is the legend: he is Our Mussey.
Now let’s have one more century before you go, eh?