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/mlp/ is deemed a lower lifeform of no value to the horde and is left to its own devices. They form up with the furries and in a bid for survival create a new society based on compassion and love in the shadow of the golden gate. The survivors of /asp/ raid the colony and enslave the survivors, using them as work animals until the last of their race is extinguished from this earth, their last ashes pulverized into the barren earth.
/mu/ discovers a new genre of music called 'zombiecore' which is able to placate the zombies and for a time are able to control them. Eventually though their ipods run out of batteries and they are torn limb from limb. However several speed metal guitarists are able to escape and continue to shred in hiding.
/sci/ attempts to discover a cure to the plague but one by one succumb until only one remains. Locked in a subterranean compound searching for the cure she is bitten by the reanimated corpse of the last /sci/entist, her lover. Amazingly she finds she is immune but she is quickly overpowered and devoured.
/trv/ was on vacation and avoided the outbreak
lastly there is the tale of the one they called moot. Know, oh anon, that between the years when the oceans drank Hawaii and the gleaming surfshops, and the years of the rise of the rapegangs of /asp/, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue stacks of dildos beneath the stars. Hither came moot the administrator, woolen-haired, sullen-eyed, keyboard in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the earth under his birkenstocked feet. Many wars and feuds did moot fight. Honor and fear were heaped upon his name and, in time, he became a king by his own hand. But that is another tale....
