So there I was, just minding my own business with my pal, Bill Miller. Bill is an major league baseball umpire, but other than that... just a regular dude. We were just chillin' while watching Duane Laflin, a noted magician, performing on stage. The show wasn't crowded, seeing as we were off on (29876) 1999 GR16, an asteroid.
Also, we were able to breathe since we were in a parallel universe where breathing in space is possible.
Anyway, the show wasn't too exciting... well, until the zombies showed up. All of sudden, this mighty horde of zombies bursts in. Everyone dies pretty quickly, except for me, Bill, and Duane. You see, Bill keeps an AK-47 on him at all times and I, of course, have a shotgun. Duane is a magician, so he's using his powers.
But we're still pretty screwed. But then we see... off in the distance... A Norse starfighter! We can hear the power metal coming from its massive speakers. The starfighter lands next to the battle and out comes Sveneld, a Norse warlord. There is hope.
The battle rages on for about three days before Bill and Duane were killed. Sveneld and I soon realized that this was a hopeless battle. There was only one solution. We made our away aboard Sveneld's starfighter. At first, we were going to escape, but our consciences told us that we couldn't let this horde live. So we flew the starfighter into the center of the asteroid, and then detonated its fusion core.
Nothing was left behind.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parallel_Universe_%28company%29 (Yeah, I kinda cheated)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%2829876%29_1999_GR16
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sveneld
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Miller_%28umpire%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duane_Laflin
