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(frozen)

[strangeandunusual]

Oh my God, no way.

[the words are a stereotypical teen's, but her tone is still a little flat, fascination creeping in at the edges, with a tinge of quiet glee, the certain flavor only certain macabre personalities can pull off.]

I think some people would call that karma. Let me guess, certain zombies in close proximity consider it the equivalent of glorious death in combat...

(frozen)

[standingonmyneck]

If by "zombies", you mean, "most of the football team, the principal, and most of the cheerleaders". Then yeah. They thought he died as he lived; gloriously, and in perpetual narcissism and misogyny.

[Whoa, she was in this. Daria couldn't lie and say she wasn't. She didn't care if such a football person was in the library right now. Brittany was safe, Daria knew she hated him.]

(frozen) I didn't forget about this I swear

[strangeandunusual]

Numbskulls.

[Lydia cracks the tiniest of smiles]

Please tell me they leave little offerings to the spirit of his ego on the anniversary of his death so I can take pictures and give them ironically witty titles.