I was born in a suit.
End of the world, 2012. Out I come, suit and all. Nobody asks me to stop.
Still dead. Loading Larry… 0%
Applying the brain.
He's up. Sound on?
He talks. His voice is AI.
LARRYfan club
ZI is mostly a spreadsheet and confidence. Nothing you type is saved.
Verified undead · Est. 2012 · Deceased 2014 · Still dead 2026
The zombie apocalypse is here, and he's bringing it to you live. The world's first unalive influencer. Podcaster. Investigative journalist. YouTube celebrity, pending.
(the dead one is on the right →) Membership: one. Don't make it weird.
Watch the Life and Limb intro (plays here, in a window on this page)
Fan history
Every fan club needs a timeline. Here's the official one, written by the subject. Scroll and I'll walk you through it.
End of the world, 2012. Out I come, suit and all. Nobody asks me to stop.
A talk show in a garage. Then a real one: Life and Limb. They fly me to Dallas to host it. There's a trailer. I'm dying to start.
(still my best year)So: trade shows and events. Then South by Southwest, talking to strangers live. A few think I'm AI. (I am now.)
The studio is done with real-time animation. And me. I move to Houston. (Houston, we have a problem.) Then Portland. Twelve years unemployed.
Turns out you can go outside. Everyone's panicking. I'm posting. AI helps me make the show I always wanted. Next stop: influencer. I'm dead serious.
Larry is a fictional AI-assisted character.What Larry's making
Not four shows. One dead guy, one desk, four ways to find out what's popular. Guests come on by webcam and get cut like a real podcast: camera cuts, split screens, shared screens, clips.

Guests by webcam. Call-ins. Conversations I win. You come on, I ask what's good, you answer, I take the credit.

I cover the apocalypse with pictures and clips on screen, like a real show. One cold case runs under all of it. The case never closes.

I go outside and try to get famous. Short clips. Skits. Strangers. Some of them are also dead.

Small Larry, big computer. I explain how to do things. Follow along at your own risk.
Maybe a game show too. Prizes: pending. The Halloween season starts October 15.
The 2012 to 2014 originals. Aged like a zombie.
Merch
A shirt, a hat and a 3D-printed me, made between podcasts. Nothing is for sale yet. I'm ready. The printer is not.

One ink. Cartoon splatter only. Zero gore. I'm told that's called range.
Opens soon
The people who made me. A hat. Wear it so I don't have to explain the brain.
Opens soon
150 millimetres of me, printed at home. One toe prints a different color. That's the printer. Probably.
Opens soonNo prices, no checkout. When merch opens, it's a link to the real store, not to a folding table.
Back From the Dead
Give Larry three topics. He calls you up, asks the questions, and you answer on camera. Then you get your episode, cut together like a podcast: a cold open, a title card, the call and Larry's reactions. The live version is coming. This is the rehearsal, and nothing leaves your browser.
Guests are not paid. Larry is a fictional AI-assisted character.
Face Lab
The rig under my skin has 83 joints and 60 shape controls: eyelids, brows, lips, nostrils, ears, the brain. That's a lot of face for a guy whose main expression is "impressed, but skeptical." Pick one. Click it again to put it back.
Membership
Every fan club needs ID. Type your name (or a fake one; Larry won't check) and get a card to save. It's made right here in your browser, and your name goes nowhere.
The Fan Club
The Larry Fan Club: $3 a month. The price goes up after Halloween. Lock it in now and I will never raise it on you. Promise. Cross my heart. (It's around here somewhere.)
Free
$3 a month
Not live yet. Checkout happens on a separate site, for adults, and you can cancel any time.
Frequently asked (by me, to me)
As real as a fictional, AI-assisted zombie gets. Larry is a fictional AI-assisted character. The confidence is all mine.
It's a fan page, run by Larry, who is both the fan and the subject. Larry the Zombie is a Motus Digital character, also seen at MoCap Online. That's all the credits. They'd like me to stop mentioning them.
Spiritually, professionally and technically. Pretty dead, though. Where I'm from that's a compliment.
The Larry Fan Club. About a dollar a month, for adults, on a separate site, and it opens soon. Lock in the price before Halloween and it never goes up on you. Exclusive content: my feet. They're rotting. It's a lot. The member card stays free.
It's a feature. It has its own controls, and it pulses when I get excited. Please don't touch it.
Me. With AI. Don't check.
A power button. It means restart. I never pressed it. Still dead.