Name: The Grog
Born: 04/18/78
Location: *in creepy high voice* In your shoe...under the bed...
or you could say across the pond in USA.
Fav game: Battlefield 2142/City of Villians
Occupation: Medically Disabled, former Television Commercial Producer
About Me:
Me Grog.
Nearing 30 this year. Got a wife that takes good care of me, a sweet newborn daughter that I shall raise to take over the world and rule it with an iron fist, and bone marrow that refuses to make new blood cells.
The idea behind the nickname came from an old online game called Multiplayer Battletech: Solaris. The persona of my mechpilot was a prisoner of war who had a device implanted at the base of his skull. It was supposed to pump my brain with constant adrenaline and endorphines to make me the perfect solider and pilot. Side effect was a sort of de-evolution that changed my body into a neanderthal-like state, refering to myself in the third person. The only thing that broke me from control was the accidental exposure to moonshine, and then the constant ingestion of it. What can i say, us southern boys know our way around a still. Nothing like a mason jar of white lightening to burn all the hair off your tongue.
Of course these days I cant enjoy that kind of stuff anymore. Somewhere along the way my immune system got pissed at me and started destroying my bone marrow. Now I spend my days at home, in an enclosed environment. At least i get to see my daughter every day until i go back into the hospital, which will be right after my birthday.
Until then i shall continue to quote bad movies, old movies, and anything random that comes to mind and look at bad porn on the internet.
How do I know this bunch of SLAGS?
Meh, came across a post somewhere else looking for others to join. sounded like fun, even if it was with a bunch of yokels from over the water. at least they dont have to worry about me setting their couch on fire...dont ask, long story. i didnt know it was a nunnery, i didnt know it was inhabited, i didnt know bigby's crushing tactical nuke did that.
The Future:
YOU WILL ALL BOW DOWN TO MY DAUGHTER, THE OVERLORD! GLORY TO THE OVERLORD!
Things that stick in my brain:
The other day upon the stairs
I met a man who wasnt there
He wasnt there again today
I wish that man would go away......
*whispers* Chaaaappppstickkkkk
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...
Bah Weep Granah Weep Ninni Bong
In this world gone mad, we will not spank the monkey....
the monkey will spank us!
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