There was a kid in my year in high school called Darkon Cone. His brother was called Brody, and his sisters' Tethan and Teclis. Neil Gaiman mention in the special thanks section of one of his books that he knew a guy called Owl Goingback.
Apparently I look like a greased whippet on crystal meth. Or Georgios Samaras. Ever since high school some one has said I look like the rubbish Celtic striker du jour. If I had the millions and the women to go with it I wouldn't mind so much.
Yes and no. Diablo 3 has me frothing at the mouth, but it's still ages away. I'm not bothered about gettin a console. My next aquisition will probably be the X-com games. The last one to come out that I really liked was Soul Reaver.
Company Chaplain's Personal Log
May 31st Anno Domini
It has been a busy few days. I have now taken part in a victory without having to bury one of my flock, but there have been wounded. The one funeral that was held was a dignified one.
I try to hold a vigil with the wounded as often as...
What's a Carnifex? I'm thinking shitty deathcore band.
http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:3Zr5XWls7hKiuM:http://oz.games-workshop.com/games/40k/tyranids/painting/carnifex_conversions/images/carnifex.jpg
This is a carnifex. About 15 feet of bio-engineered living tank.
This one really happened. My mate was on some really powerful painkillers a while back and mid conversation he suddenly piped up with "Is it just me or are there really frogs on the coffee table?"
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