Welcome to the Shelf on which I sit

I sat on a shelf behind gradually growing piles of rubbish for some 50 years or so until one day, noises woke me. Usually I just slept, after all it wasn't like I could do anything or go anywhere. Perhaps I'm getting a little ahead (ha ha) of myself, let me introduce myself. I am Cassandra, and I'm a brain inna jar.

When I was bodied, I was an experimental psychic agent for a top secret branch of the government. Then I died (I'll explain all that another time perhaps) and they took my brain and stuck it in a jar. They wanted to see if they could find out how I worked, so eventually they gave the jar to a genius scientist. It wasn't just a jar, of course, it had some oxygen rich, electrically charged chemical compound that kept my brain living even though my other bits were long gone. And the scientist wasn't just any genius scientist, he was the greatest living mind since Leonardo Da Vinci... but he's also forgetful, easily distracted, and never really finishes anything.

Which is how I ended up getting put on a shelf and forgotten about.

Corbin was digging around the lab looking for something sturdy enough to beat to death some escaped giant bat/mosquito mutation (yet another military funded experiment to create an organic survailance drone that could fly at night and defend itself) when he woke me up.

Since then he's managed to prod the scientist into making me a new jar that gives me some mobility, and we have become friends. We look after the scientist who's getting on now, clean up after his experiments and also maintain the graveyard under which the high-tech lab sits. That might sound like an odd place for a cutting-edge military funded lab, but it's quiet, no one notices lots of black vehicles full of men in suits, or holes being dug and things being buried.

When the military decided that undead super soldiers were the way forward, Corbin and I were a little worried... and yes, as expected, the scientist got distracted half way through when Land of the Dead came on his TV, and instead of super soldiers, he made brain-hungry zombies.

That was not a happy day for me.

Thankfully he only made a few dozen, which Corbin were able to corrall in one of the giant bunkers which were dug out for the robot army (which whilst never completed, made the military a mint in toy sales). Feeling a little sorry for the zombies (who are rather endearing when their not trying to eat you), I used my psychic abilities and reached into the dead minds... there I discovered a slumbering hive mind, zombies act independantly, but are all connected.

From the hive mind I picked out strange undead legend and lore, and discovered the Zombie Zodiac. Amazed at our discovery, Corbin and I decided to make the site and share what we had found. And that is all how the Zombie Zodiac came to be.