Chapter.1
Forget Ross, forget everyone... Now... Become my zombie-army... Let yourself go... Surrender to my will...
[Redbow has just been appointed President... Her mind slowly evolves towards this new responsibility, but her brain just couldnt take the power. She now ownz! and its not enough, by far, its not enough. She wants MORE! And the plot has allready been made. Zombies... She wants a braindead zombie-army to adore and worship her, and eat the brainz of the nonbelievers.]
First step:
Locate and unite all the fr00bs. For they are more or less allready the most mindnumb species out there and will not require any programming other than the indoctrinated belief that Redbow is THE supreme being. The fr00bs lack of experience is only surpassed by heckl0rn3wbs. But since its near impossible to teach hecklern00bs how to get back to RK, they are of no use to her. And they are probably allready fried from all the mindbogling hecklerkilling anyways.
Second step:
Create a theatre in the middle of Omni-Trade and Trade-Grid where the newly created Zombie-Mime-fr00bs will flash the minds of bypassers with their buffbegging dances, moves and numbing zombie-voices crying "m000000chiiiiezzzzzzplzzzzoooomg..!11" aso., making everyone suseptible to reprogramming.
Third step:
Forcing all the effected bystanders to watch the program for no less than 1.one hour straight, but in most cases 30 minutes will be more than enough. It contains the subliminal messages needed to completely crash the minds of any living creature. The messages is hidden in the little pink thingys dance, and if you play it backwards, you can allso clearly hear it in the zombie-voice.
[It is allso obvious who is the froob-buffbegger, and who is the effected bystander in that movie]
Now sign here, and join my zombie-army!
Now... Relax... Relax... and /prostrate whenever you see me...!
World domination will be MINE!!!!
Sincerely
Your soon-to-be dark overlord.
Redbow