Jack of Harts

I enacted my grand plan to save several characters from a game at once. I followed the script. I killed a LOT of zombies. Chain guns. Rocket launchers. Pistols. Knives. You name it. I was a whirling dervish of destruction. If the zombies could have felt fear, I would have sent them screaming in panic. I saved one character after another from mortal peril, we killed the bosses from about ten different games and movies, and we all got back to the chopper. We flew out of trash panda city in time to see the bomb go off from a safe distance. And through the magic of holofields and hardlight I flew off to land the chopper on my front lawn in front of my lake where everybody was totally safe. Mission accomplished. I was a big damn hero.