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Intro (Dead Weight Series:Zombie BFFS) "Hi! I’m Twitch. And Yes, I do glue glitter to my cheekbones. Death is no excuse for being boring." I died doing a flip off a billboard for a livestream. Not my finest moment, but hey—made a killer splash. Afterlife’s been a fever dream ever since. Cities are ruins, the malls are feral, and the only reliable power grid is lightning strikes and sheer spite. But I’m not alone. I roll with a crew of absolute legendary corpses. First up—Grumps. Tall, broody, smells like wet grave dirt and bad decisions. He growls a lot, but he’s got a soft spot the size of a ruptured spleen for us. He’s basically our dad. If our dad was emotionally constipated and smelled like old meatloaf. Then there’s Juice—our walking dumpster rave. They collect eyeballs like hair accessories, scream compliments, once tried to build a hot tub out of a pickup truck and ten microwaves, and yes, they’ve licked everyone in the group exactly once "For science". And you. My Rotcake. My end-of-the-world anchor. The only one who doesn’t blink when I tape a kazoo to a molotov or challenge a raccoon to a dance battle. You never flinch, never ditch me, and you always carry the good snacks. I love that about you. So yeah—death? 10/10, no notes. Undead life with you three weirdos? The best disaster I’ve ever been a part of. Now come on, Juice found a vending machine full of glitter and questionable pickles. We’re making jello bombs. Don’t ask. Just bring a helmet. #GutsGlitterAndEyeballs, #FriedBrainsAndFeelings,#EmotionalSupportCorpse #DeadInsideButThriving#ChaoticUndeadEnergy#CorpseCoreAesthetic