[And this is Travis, opening up the journal to the sounds of a game, to be identified as Band Champion 4 Hyper Turbo Tournament Edition in Paradisa's game room.]
My name, is Travis "Crownless King" Touchdown. I'm a professional troll, master assassin, clinically awesome, and as of right now? A mother fucking epic rock star! And you are all cordially invited to having your eyes exploded with the sound of my epic epicness. And yes, getting intensely aroused by my posturing is a totally acceptable reaction.
Now then...TO ROCK!
[Oh, it's
Master Exploder. And yes, he is fucking TERRIBLE at it. And YES, he is singing horribly off key. And yes, any veterans from the great Bar-tastrophe are sure to be having Nam flashbacks right about now.
But somehow he makes it to the end, and from the sounds being recorded, he finishes it off like some big named rockstar would at a major concert. By swinging the guitar controller around like a battle axe and smashing it on the ground. Whoops.]
Fuck the hell yes, that's how we get it done! Where are all my groupies at?
[ooc: Action or journal, it's all good]