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Get Zombified With Easy Costuming

-Rache’ll Brown

Halloween is around the corner, which means costume parties and spooky delights. This year, I have no idea what I want to be. Cute? Funny? Scary? I don’t know. The only thing I can say for sure is that I need something fast and cost-efficient that looks like I put effort into it, when in reality I will probably throw something together thirty minutes before I go out. Fortunately, I was a drama nerd in high school, which means I have a ton of experience with costume makeup. I know how to bruise, burn and decay skin easily, and if I can do it, you can too. Adding some zombified skin to a plain outfit gives you a little Halloween flare without a ton of thought. Dress as a princess, football player, doctor, or whatever Pinterest tells you to. Heck, you could even dress as yourself if you want, but adding some decayed flesh to your face, arms or other exposed skin creates an instant costume.

First, you’ll need to gather your supplies. Get some two-ply toilet paper, washable white school glue and costume paint or eye shadow (you’ll need dark colors like green, brown, black, and red).

Optional: fake blood and cover-up or concealer.

To get started, add a squirt of glue onto the desired area (I used my wrist). Next, place a jagged piece of two-ply toilet paper over the glue. If you are doing a large area or your entire face, then break it up into sections made from one square of toilet paper, that way you can blend and tear easily.

You will then want to take some glue and smooth down the edges. I also like to use some cheap cover-up around the toilet paper to blend it into my skin, but if you don’t have any, don’t worry about it – you’ll be putting shadow or paint over it anyways.

Finally, take your shadows or paint and dab it all over the toilet paper; there really isn’t a specific way to do this, I literally just take my fingers and dab it on random spots. I like to use dark, earthy tones like brown, green, and black to make it look rotten. You could also add red for a more bloody appearance. Since the toilet paper is two-ply, the first layer might come up and create the illusion of peeling skin. You could also add some fake blood into those crevices to create an oozing effect.

So, this Halloween don’t stress about coming up with a costume or the price of a fancy outfit. Just add some sick patches of skin to your face and you are set!

Strange Highs

-Sam Bouchat

An odd and disturbing story has been floating around the news and internet, prompting grimaces, PG-13 gossip, and zombie-outbreak fears.

It happened in Florida—a man later called the “Causeway Cannibal” was seen, naked, lying on a Miami causeway with another naked man. Police arrived to the scene to witness 31-year-old Rudy Eugene gnawing on the face of his companion. When told multiple times by police to stop, and refusing to do so while providing only a short growl in the officers’ direction, police were forced to fatally shoot Eugene to get him to cease his ministrations.

The victim, 65-year-old homeless man Ronald Poppo survived. According to Wink News, a Florida news network, he was hospitalized “with severe injuries, with his nose, mouth, and eyes torn off his face.”

Doctors later suggested that both men were under the influence of a new drug: bath salts. Bath salts, termed that way because they can actually be purchased in many gift shops as bathroom accessories, are designer street drugs, mainly methylenedioxypyrovalerone (MDPV). They can be picked up in small shops all around the U.S. as bath salts, labeled “not for human consumption.” For this reason, they are not outright illegal.

How was it discovered that they make you paranoid, hot, and prone to severe and violent hallucinations if consumed or snorted? No idea. But we’ve seen in the past that humans are nothing if not disturbingly creative when it comes to getting high.

Remember the hand sanitizer epidemic? Kids were supposedly ingesting alcohol-based hand sanitizing gels in an attempt to get buzzed. It gained media attention after six Southern California teenagers were hospitalized with alcohol poisoning last April. And that’s not even the weirdest of it.

It’s one thing to show stuff into your mouth to try to get high. Hell, people even crush stuff up and snort it into their noses. But I for one thought the eyeball was off-limits. How wrong I was.

Three words: Vodka Eyeball Shots. They exists, and they’re happening. Young people are taking shots of vodka and slamming them into their eyes in an attempt to absorb the alcohol faster, falsely believing that the membrane of the eye has the ability to absorb alcohol and get one drunk. According to USA Today, not only does doing this NOT get you drunk, it can also cause severe and permanent damage to the eye.

But all this is nothing new. Glue, aerosol cans, magic markers, toads—it seems nothing is off limits when it comes to the human attempt to get wasted, if the many, many videos of people trying these things out on Youtube is anything to go by. What I wonder is how these trends even start.

It's All Fun and Games Until Somebody Turns You into a Zombie

-Eder Campuzano

So there I was: I had just hopped off my bicycle outside of Knight Library with naught but one bullet in my pistol and the eerie sense that danger was just around the corner. If I let my guard down for one brief moment, terrible things could happen. One second of inattention and I’d soon be counted among the living dead.

If I was ambushed, I only had one shot. I had to make it count. So as soon as I hopped off the ol’ Comet Two-Sixty—so I’d named my bike—I was ready to pump some lead into the nearest zombie.

Okay, so maybe the only looming threat was the possibility of getting tagged by a kid with a bandana wrapped around his head. And I didn’t exactly have a handgun on me—it was a Nerf shooter. But I was still plenty scared.

We’ve all said it at one time or another: “Gee whiz, I sure wish life were more like a video game.” You may not have sounded like a 9-year-old from the ‘50s, but the sentiment is the same. Well, for one week a few of us got to live out the fantasy.

Did you encounter students with bandanas wrapped around their arms or heads? Then you bore witness to a game of Humans Vs. Zombies, my friend. The goal of the game was simple: survive at any and all costs. The game started with a handful of zombies. These were the kids who wore bandanas on their heads.

We humans wore the same bandanas around our arms. If you were tagged by a zombie, you became infected and, in time, joined the army of the dead. A strike with a Nerf bullet or a sock ball—it’s exactly what it sounds like—stunned zombies long enough for you to escape.

And so a select few of us were granted that ever-elusive wish every kid seeks. We were practically thrust into a zombie apocalypse for one week.

In true video game fashion, the Humans Vs. Zombies moderators mentioned that they’d hidden body armor cards—think of it as an extra life—throughout campus. And if previous encounters with zombies, werewolves and Koopas had taught me anything, it was that these things would be found in the most obscure locations on campus.

And so I ventured into familiar territory thinking I might rustle up some real-world powerups. I checked the shrubs around the Earl dorms. Nothing. Maybe there was a scrap of body armor in the hedges around Knight Library? Nope.

Video games have given me the (clearly wrong) impression that valuable resources could be found in the most obscure places in any given location. If you’ve ever played a Resident Evil game, you’re well-acquainted with the tedium that goes into the quest for every spare ammo clip and health upgrade.

Sure, it’s all fun and games when you control an avatar that can literally run for hours without breaking a sweat. But when you’re hoofing it from building to building on a mildly warm afternoon, it gets a bit tiring.

Compound that with the terror that comes with the possibility of danger lurking around every corner and suddenly you’re more stressed than the time you waited until the night before your ten-page research paper was due to start typing (admit it, you’ve done this). At least the most I had to lose during my week in the zombie apocalypse was a neon-pink bandana. Oh, and my dignity.

So you wish life were more like a video game? No, you don’t.