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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I really like the idea that there were mages out there that went. You know what we should do with our magic? Send rubbish to some other dimension of reality.
The question is... why do politicians still exist? And excess elbow skin? Appendices which only purpose is to get inflamed and cause problems? Parasites which exist nowhere else but in the eyes of suffering creatures?
Man, I've been busy, but keeping up with IC. Awesome stuff so far guys! Sometime this week I'll be trying to push out the next part in Squirrel Girl's introductory storyline with that very ornery hippo person. I may also have an idea for another potential character, since I found out about a gem of a guy from DC. Hehe...
Has there ever been a more disparate pair of character applications made by a player than Squirrel Girl and Garth Ennis' Hitman?
That's just a given with Logan, and as for Ghost Rider... that concept is so good it transcends any game perimeters. That shit is quite literally fire.
I think you'll find that where Ghost Rider is concerned, it's the pee that is quite literally fire...
Punisher helps Flash put down Condiment King for good.
"He pullsh a ketchup bottle. You pull a gun. He sendsh one of yoursh to the dry cleanersh, you send him to the morgue. That's how you get Condiment King."
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>