I would log into D2jsp and play some Hardcore Ladder Slasher until the very end of times.
The zombies would have to forcefully break into my room in a horde. I'm slashing, baby!!
You'd wanna die slashing, but I'd rather die than go slashing. I'mma go out slashing deez zombies though.
Here’s a clean, short rhyming poem about our opposing decisions during a zombie apocalypse:One says, “If zombies rise and worlds all shatter,
I’d gladly die mid-run in Hardcore Ladder Slasher.”
Keys clicking fast as the dead things scatter,
Pixels fade… still worth the ladder.
The other laughs, “Nah, that’s not my chapter—
I’ll go out **slashing**, but not that ladder.
No hardcore runs, no game to flatter,
Just real-life zombies getting torn and tattered.”