I did promise some sort of blorgage when I was over in Canada. Oops. It wasn't that I forgot, and it wasn't because we swerved to avoid a Moose and crashed into a lake and got deaded, no. It's because we didn't have a taplop with us, and the internet access that was supposed to be in each hotel was either just an ethernet cable pokin' out the wall of the hotel room; a non-existent internet lounge or a very broken internet lounge (as in click on a link, wait 5 minutes for the screen to load, type something, click again, wait another 5 mins then run out of time).
I've got a couple of thangs that I want to write doon, but right now I can't be buggered because I'm a bit knackered and I'm still feeling the effects of pouring half a bottle of Tabasco sauce onto a Pepperoni pizza and washing it down with beer. It's kind of that warm whiskey feeling in my stomach but just lingering there forever. I regret it not. And following it up with strawberrys & ice cream to cool my insides down was lully, though it didn't work.
I shall return sooneth with random words aboot Canada, maybe.
Bloody grey wombat !?
Bloody Grey Wombat, comprised of Mike (AcousticToad) and Matt (ntwrock), met in 2751 in the sewers of Neocron. Matt was happily running around killing rats and eating their guts, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back, he turned around in a bloody haze and stumbled forward towards the silhouetted figure, collapsed in the murky sewage, and was shot dead with a nail through the head.
After resurrecting at the local 'GeneRep', Matt went on a rampage of revenge into the sewers to find the culprit raiding his backpack. He armed himself with a baseball bat recently seized from a dead mutant, and with one deadly swipe, struck the offender square in the face which sent him plummeting into a rat infested pit. He was devoured within seconds, only to return minutes later in search of his own backpack.
The transgressor turned out to be none other than Mike, the two agreed to put their differences aside and join forces. Today, they go under the name of Bloody Grey Wombat and can usually be found wreaking havoc on their Garry's Mod server of the same name. They are known to enjoy games with a co-operative mode enabled, or, failing that, just a simple game of Worms. Their aim, predominantly, is to find as many irregularities within each game, and then exploit them solely for comedic value.
Omigosh a wombat
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Thee used the word "work" instead of "Worm", for shame, for shame.
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