“Aincha ‘eard, zogferbrainz?  Grundy been kersploded by dat Weirdboy!  ’E’s as ded as ‘e’s gonna get!”

“Shorry!”

“Nobody blames ya, Sourman.  ’E was a pnoy-lubbin’ git any’ow.”

Good.

Now if you can only be identified amongst the millions of people using the name “Anonymous”, then we may be able to get you squared away.

I’m writing another thing right now.  I’ll get back to you once that’s done.

I leave that for the fimfiction blog tool.  This tumblr is for miscellaneous shish.  If I ever learn to draw, I might upload pictures.

Team player by necessity rather than preference.  Valve designed the game in a way that if you just Rambo’d it, you’d more than likely get your face ripped clean off by a Hunter.  I would love to keep my face attached to my skull, therefore I stick with the group.

I hardly play Left 4 Dead 2 these days.  I hardly play anything anymore except Team Fortress 2.  That’s all I play.  TF2.  I’m serious.  I buy a shitload of games on sales and I never play them.  It’s sad.  I feel bad for it.  I’m gonna go play TF2 now.

You needn’t worry about me running out of ideas.  I have… a lot.

“Ellis isn’t present at the moment.  This is Dominic.  I’ll take that, though, wouldn’t want it to fall into Pinkie Pie’s hooves.  That would be bad.  Very bad.”

“Thanks fer that, man.  Ah always have a use fer these.”

*Throws it on the gigantic mound of pill bottles behind him.*

I work with mercury all the time and I live on an entirely different planet.

I’M FINE.

Oh, come now.  Wait for the next chapter.