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Welcome to Planet Motherfucker by Nokomis305 (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Lyn-Z/Gerard, Chantal Claret/Jimmy Urine
Length: 34,500
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nokomis305
Author Website: Bandom Masterlist
Why this must be read:
Zombie Apocalypse AUs are one of the solid genre vertebrae in the backbone of bandom fanfiction. This one is focused on Lyn-Z and her band Mindless Self Indulgence battling their way through all those post-apocalypse problems -finding food and ammo, reminding the kids to stay mad and stay alive, and oh yeah, checking in on the mysterious rival band The Black Parade to see what kind of trouble they're stirring up.
It's a rollicking good ride with lots of action, a mystery, and some sweet romantic spots -romance with added gore and snarky humor, that is. If all of that is not perfectly suited to the attitudes of My Chemical Romance and Mindless Self Indulgence, then I don't know what is.
Warning: Violence, gore, and minor character death.
Excerpt:
There was a dead man standing there, brain dripping out a hole in his head, gnawing on a severed arm.
Lyn-Z aimed carefully – it was distracted, no need to waste a bullet being overly hasty – and shot it through the eye. It crumpled to the ground, still clutching the arm in its actually-dead rotted hands, and she surveyed the rest of the scene.
“Motherfucking cock ball sucking shitball!” a petite redhead was yelling, smashing in a zombie’s face with a shovel. “Die fucking fucker!”
“You should hack more at its neck,” Jimmy suggested, stepping closer to her to peer at the damage she was inflicting on the zombie that was twitching on the ground. “Beheading’s always a good way to go.”
“I know how to fucking kill a zombie,” the redhead said testily. “But if you don’t mind, this fucker just helped kill one of my buddies and I want to take out some goddamn rage.”
“Okay, fine!” Jimmy said, stepping back. “Have at it, femme fatale!”
“Fuck you,” she replied, and then continued to bash at the zombie’s head with the blunt side of the shovel. “Die! Die! Die!”
Welcome to Planet Motherfucker
Pairing: Lyn-Z/Gerard, Chantal Claret/Jimmy Urine
Length: 34,500
Author on LJ:
nokomis305Author Website: Bandom Masterlist
Why this must be read:
Zombie Apocalypse AUs are one of the solid genre vertebrae in the backbone of bandom fanfiction. This one is focused on Lyn-Z and her band Mindless Self Indulgence battling their way through all those post-apocalypse problems -finding food and ammo, reminding the kids to stay mad and stay alive, and oh yeah, checking in on the mysterious rival band The Black Parade to see what kind of trouble they're stirring up.
It's a rollicking good ride with lots of action, a mystery, and some sweet romantic spots -romance with added gore and snarky humor, that is. If all of that is not perfectly suited to the attitudes of My Chemical Romance and Mindless Self Indulgence, then I don't know what is.
Warning: Violence, gore, and minor character death.
Excerpt:
There was a dead man standing there, brain dripping out a hole in his head, gnawing on a severed arm.
Lyn-Z aimed carefully – it was distracted, no need to waste a bullet being overly hasty – and shot it through the eye. It crumpled to the ground, still clutching the arm in its actually-dead rotted hands, and she surveyed the rest of the scene.
“Motherfucking cock ball sucking shitball!” a petite redhead was yelling, smashing in a zombie’s face with a shovel. “Die fucking fucker!”
“You should hack more at its neck,” Jimmy suggested, stepping closer to her to peer at the damage she was inflicting on the zombie that was twitching on the ground. “Beheading’s always a good way to go.”
“I know how to fucking kill a zombie,” the redhead said testily. “But if you don’t mind, this fucker just helped kill one of my buddies and I want to take out some goddamn rage.”
“Okay, fine!” Jimmy said, stepping back. “Have at it, femme fatale!”
“Fuck you,” she replied, and then continued to bash at the zombie’s head with the blunt side of the shovel. “Die! Die! Die!”
Welcome to Planet Motherfucker