Nothing to see here, now move along.

Yeah. I know. It's so very cliche when I want to destroy some beautiful.

Fuck it.

Time ta keel dem stumpies ladz. Teach'em dat da Orkz are best. 'ey you gobbe betta be  fixin' up for da Waaagh!

It's time. Can't you hear them? The drums?

And I'm back from Anthrocon. Here are some pictures. More on it later.

Well, LJ is being a bitch so I can't insert the damn link unless I do this:
http://picasaweb.google.com/drunken.pandaren/AnthroCon08

It is late eve. And I am not as tired as I should be. If you are reading this it might be best to lock yourself in a room and pull darken sheets over your windows to get the needed feeling that I am trying to convey here. As again, my mind tonight isn't in the best of shards. Hell, I might just cross post this over this clusterfuck of information ( Read more... )

To inquire over recent events and other happenings one must fetch me a golden toe from a man named Milo McDevilpunch before you or anyone in your party is able to continue on with your life. If you manage to get the fabled golden toe and kill ten animated toasters you will get to choose one item out of a lovely collection of ten. "Why only one?" ( Read more... )

There is something in the air. Can you feel it? Smell it? Taste it? The blood of sweet innocent desire for feudal combat. The nectar of death and decay brighten up my days as I bow to my new found serpentine god. Her scales are more powerful then any others, as they all have tried to imitate her glorious manifestation. In the fields of war I call ( Read more... )

as I rock rock rock rock the microphone.

Sometimes I wonder what people fear in life. Is it clowns? Is it spiders or snakes? Is it death? And this small question wonders off like a hero on a journey as I ponder about the question for myself. What do I fear the most. It just seems fitting that today was the day that I felt like answering that question. Though I put full blame on what I had ( Read more... )