most alarming part - look behind her. someone else is clearly using the other computer while all of this is going on. that person is either a fellow psychotic fallout-born radiation monster, or has ballsballsballsballsballsballsballs of steel.
Right. I'll get the Bibles, the oil and the tinder, you guys get the torches and pitchforks. Meet me in the village square in one hour.
I physically recoiled from the screen. No, I physically recoiled from the screen. I wound up about a yard back, quaking and cowering, with one eye squeezed shut and the other peeping at this creature. The rapid in-out zooming is the worst.