TwiLyghtSansSparkles

It was difficult to decide on the best part of the Catmobile. Was it the plush interior, ensuring comfort as they fought a psychopath? Was it the console, filled with buttons in every color of the rainbow, bright pictures, and levers in fun shapes? Or was it the ragtop, strong enough to ward off the claws of the hound-person that somehow managed to land on it? None of those, Nathan decided. The best part of the Catmobile was the driver. Newcago Epics drove as quickly or as slowly as they pleased, but the only rule was that they always had the lead. Or else. Nathan had thought them skilled, having seen the various methods they devised for cutting off other drivers at top speed. They were beginners next to Funtimes. Just after closing the ragtop, she turned on the stereo. Fast, fun saxophone music blared from the speakers, but it still didn't drown out her laughter. She swerved around one zombie, then another, circled a third and pulled alongside Lightwards' tank. Turning down the music, she rolled down the window and shouted at their ally. "You were all bleedy back there. I'll give you a blood transfusion if we can borrow one of your zombies!" The offer was so ridiculous, yet made so much sense, that Nathan couldn't help a laugh. "Pretty please? We need a controller for the backseat consoles." Whoever the zombie was had probably been killed by the feral Epic. It seemed appropriate to conscript them into the fight against their murderer. "President of the Backseat!" Nathan laughed again. "Can we have a backseat president?"

Kobold, I think.

Funtimes had equipped the undercarriage with some sort of gravitonics that emitted a bright green glow as they propelled the Catmobile upward. The car couldn't quite fly, but it did rise above the rubble as Funtimes put it into reverse, then zoomed out into the street. Moments later, the house burst into pink flames. Funtimes laughed and set the car on the asphalt. Nathan glanced around frantically for the feral Epic. Instead, he saw a hideously canine woman bounding toward then on all fours. "Doctor!" She laughed again. "You've got the guns, smoochie pie!" Smoochie pie? Nathan didn't waste time wondering whether he liked that term of endearment. As another projectile trailed confetti, he pressed a button on the console labeled with a banana. He glanced back and saw the woman slip and fall. "I didn't know that worked!" He shouted over the wind. She laughed. The woman got to her feet and resumed her pursuit. "Calamity!" Nathan scanned the console, found a button bearing a frowning face behind bars, and pressed it. A cage was launched from the trunk, landing with an open door toward the woman. Unable to slow her momentum, she ran headlong into it, the door closing as her head banged against the bars. But where was Stupidface? Nathan looked up at some of the second floor windows. The tip of a rifle barrel was visible from one, but just barely. "Found him," Nathan said, taking her arm. Thank goodness, she recognized the signal for what it was and teleported, car and all, to the end if the street. Laughing hysterically, she pressed another button, putting up the ragtop, and zoomed back toward the feral Epic's window.

I think it's most reliable in Thoughttown, while other areas are spotty at best. Then again, Oregon has a lot of people who are currently preparing for the coming apocalypse, so there would probably be at least a few who would band together, share generators and whatnot.

A dismembered, caramelized, rubble-covered zombie apocalypse? HOLD ME.

"Well, George, this is it." "Yup." "The apocalypse is upon us." "Sure is." "Uh….George?" "Yeah?" "Where'd you get those pancakes?" "Corner over there. Had a note on 'em—see?" "'Welcome to my party. Enjoy the pancakes. LOL smiley face.' Are you sure you should be eating those?" "Why not? Free pancakes." "George?" "Yeah?" "What's with the party hat?" "Dunno. Seemed appropriate."

ONE of them. The other is a surprise.

I can't decide which ship I like more: Alterwards because of the potential for moving hurt/comfort stories, or Lightmaker for the ANGST.

Nathan had never thought of maple syrup as a weapon. Then again, he had never thought to heat it past boiling and pour gallons of it on an opponent. But it worked remarkably well, slowing the cuckoobrain's progress as he made his way toward the tank. Nathan searched desperately for something, anything to hold off the feral Epic's inevitable attack, but Lightwards' pistol was buried in the rubble, and Funtimes' "flamethrowers" had suffered a similar fate. While the feral Epic was distracted, Funtimes pressed her lips together—holding in a giggle, Nathan presumed—and waved a hand over what remained of the sofa and loveseat. Her other arm was wrapped around his waist. Cloth hardened into steel. Stuffing became polished leather. Bits of exposed springs uncoiled, wrapped themselves into circles, and drew rubber like magnets. Soon, her creation unveiled itself: A sleek white convertible with blue and green pastel seats, a pink ragtop, and headlights that looked remarkably like eyes. Long bits of black metal wire formed whiskers above a feline smile. Two sharply pointed ears jutted from the windshield. Doctor Funtimes giggled and looked into his eyes. "To the Catmobile." Just like that, they had protection from the cuckoobrain. A convertible might not be quite as safe as a tank, but it was far, far better than standing in the middle of a destroyed living room and waiting for a chance to duck his attacks. Nathan thought it safe to assume there were a few weapons hidden within the Catmobile, or at the very least, that she could create some. "To the Catmobile," he repeated. Once in the driver's seat, she giggled. Nathan was close to giddy himself.

We got bored, so we decided on a fight followed by a fragile alliance. I'd imagine he'll join CM when it shatters.

Shhhhhhhh…..don't tell Nighthound.

The Happyful Epic Fun Team of Super Epic Joyness, if Funtimes has a say in it.

Lightwards: Artist's representation. Well, Nighthound called Lightwards + The Ludicrous Duo the Loose Marbles Trio, but we'll need a new name if Nighthound is joining. Maybe The Loose Marbles Trio and their Pet Psychopath?

More dangerous than Candy Crush and just as addictive, if you happen to be driving one!

Funtimes created, pony approved. What would those be called, anyway? Urban Fun Vehicles? Fun Assault Vehicles? Or do most people who see them just scream and duck out of the way?

The Herd is coming. The Herd cannot be stopped. JOIN THE HERD BE THE HERD

You should. He's one of the few characters we didn't write slashfics about awesome.

I see you've found your pony alter ego. XD

Nathan could have looked away from the carnage. He wanted to. But he didn't. Epics didn't avert their eyes from gruesome horror. They caused it, they reveled in it, and they awaited the day they could cause more. He was grateful to the Epics at the casino. Thanks to them, he knew how to avoid vomiting at the sight of a human head being smashed to goo. It was all in looking somewhere else—at a point just beyond the gore—a spot on the wall close enough to make it appear as though he was paying attention. To her credit, Funtimes did not giggle. She stiffened, her hands clenching into fists around handfuls of his suit jacket, then pulled back and stamped her foot. "Lightwards!" His name was the end of a shrill cry of rage. "Run that dummy dummerton over!" "With ​wha…." Nathan's question died on his lips as the branches near Lightwards drew together, solidifying into what could only be described as a powder pink urban assault vehicle, mounted with arms enough to make a tank driver nervous. Real gummy bears formed designs on the door and bumpers: cartoonish kittens, smiley faces, rainbows. "Shoot him!" she shrieked. "Shoot him with a teddy bear! Make him eat Pop-Tarts!" I hope that's irritating enough, Kobold. XD

Hmmmm…..what is the most irritating thing you can fight with? What to do, what to do…. Aha! Methinks I've got it!

Well, it looks like Lightwards is going to need some assistance, so maybe I should go and have Funtimes give him an incredibly irritating weapon to use on Nighthound?