So a sad day begins when you wake up to find out you've been kidnapped, stashed with a bunch of strangers in a strange place, and you're riding on a steam train headed God knows where.

An awesome day begins when you kill the crap out of a zombie, survive a train crash, outrun a hungry horde and wake up the next day with super powers.

A freaky day begins when you die without dying and a tank of talking fluid tells you you're being recruited as a representative of humanity to decide if they'll fight in a galactic war or get left in the dust.

I love my life.