Chud¹:

TOTAL ZOMBIE DEATH

Chud²:

ZOMBIES WON!

Chud³: Zombies do brainless, Garden command took the fight to the graveyard

Chud⁴⁽³⁾: Zombies eat brains

Chud⁵: Sunflower is built for BZC

Chud⁶: lawnmower means you're losing though

Chud⁷: total plant death

Chud⁸: ^Zombie hands typed this

Chud⁹⁽⁸⁾: You devoured one too many sunflowers. You picked your wrong lane. Or perhaps one of Crazy Dave's many rechargeable seeds was ready to go. Whatever it was, you were SPUDOW'd. Your leader sighs mortifyingly and enters your grave spot. He sits on your unmade casket to collect himself. In his hands is a messy handwritten notice of your lawn history. He knows everything. "Care to explain this, Flag Zombie?" he tentatively asks, as if hoping that this was all a big mistake. But you stupidly and impulsively respond: "Bee Ar Ey Ay..." he interrupts you. "Shut up. Is that all you can do in your pathetic undead life? Deny sunflowers' existence?" He looks away and continues, lower: "I've seen that... plant pornography, too." He can't take it anymore. He gets up and leaves your grave, to get some fresh hordes.

Not only does Dr. Zomboss know you're a goner, but he's found your LeafAffinity account, too. You know it's game over for you. You'd be lucky to lose an arm. And what can you do, as a rotten ZOMBIE who hasn't chewed a brain in his life? Groaning up, you pull out your emergency kernel pults, and a bucket. Squashed, mowed from every neighborhood's lawn, estranged by other zombies as a corn addict, and with no new waves to bear a flag to for the foreseeable future, you have nothing to rise for anymore. You step on your gravestone, clumsily planting kernel pults around your spot, and take a deep breath. Maybe, you think to yourself, maybe if I stay buttered like this, and my leader sees me suffering, he will forgive me and forget every rounds I've done. I can meet my new graveyard.

Chud¹⁰: The year is 2035. All yards and gardens are now living under ZOMBIE RULE. All plants are getting sisified, while BIG GARGANTUAR WARRIORS are looking for some fertile sunflowers to be SEEDED on. Game over, plant boy. All plants belong to BZC

Chud¹¹⁽¹⁰⁾: @Chud: what copypasta is this based on

Chud¹²⁽⁸⁾: @Chud:
You insulted one too many transwomen. You neglected your opsec. Or perhaps one of Keffals' many contacts at the FBI had your data ready to go. Whatever it was, you were found out. Your mother sighs wearily and enters your room. She sits on your unmade bed to collect herself. In her hands is a thick dossier of your online history. She knows everything. "Care to explain this, Anon?" she tentatively asks, as if hoping that this was all a big mistake. But you stupidly and impulsively respond: "Why Double You En...” she interrupts you. "Shut up. Is that all you can do in your pathetic little life? Deny women's identity?” She looks away and continues, lower. "I've seen that... animal pornography, too.” She can't take it anymore. She gets up and leaves your room, to get some fresh air.

Not only does she know you're a chud, but she's found your FurAffinity account, too. You know its over for you. You'd be lucky to get disowned. And what can you do, as an uneducated NEET who hasn't worked a day in his life? Tearing up, you pull out your emergency noose, and a chair. Cancelled, banned from every social media platform, estranged from the last person who cared for you, and with no Jojo's Bizarre Adventure episodes to look forward to for the foreseeable future, you have nothing to live for anymore. You step on the chair, clumsily tie the noose around your neck, and take a deep breath. Maybe, you think to yourself, maybe if I stay here like this, and mom sees me suffering, she will forgive me and forget everything I've done. I can turn a new leaf.