‘Yo’.
That’s how I usually greet people. Unless I don’t like you.
‘Hola’.
I use that one, too. Very rarely, I’ll throw in a ‘Konnichiwa’ or some derived spelling thereof, just for good measure.
Anyways, I’m Marduk. In some circles, I go by ‘Adam’, but you can’t call me that. Seriously. I bite.
I’m a student in the Theatrical arts, tech side. Eventually hoping to be a Technical Director or a Head Carpenter, or frankly, anything with ‘Technical’ or ‘Head’ in the title. Well, as long as they make more than 10 USD an hour.
Okay, maybe there are some exceptions.
I staff here on Dark Isles, doing things like puppeting dogs to harass players, building disfunctional doors, and writing germanic prose to insert randomly into the game via graffiti. Regardless of what Carmine may say, that’s all I really get paid or expected to do.
What? “Marduk,” you might ask, “you get paid to harass us?” Yes, lads and lasses. I do. There’s a going rate of at least 5 bottle caps per complaint, you know. I’m up to 567. Almost have a day of sick leave! YES!
So, I pretty much do whatever. Carmine doesn’t like to admit it, but I even helped code! … Yeah. You know how you will be starving if you eat a little too much? All me. Did it by myself. Carmine tried to stop me, but I insisted it’d be funny to watch people pig out and suddenly be starving. Also, it’d increase the average weight by about 100 pounds. So you can thank me for that, yessirree!
Seahaven is my precious baby of a city, ask anyone, and I treat it very gently. Tigerlily might’ve built all the rooms, it’s true, but it’s my brainchild! Or so I like to think. I lurvs it, and go out of my way to make it, and I quote, ‘pimpin’. So if you see something cool, send a tell to Tigerlily and be like ‘Thank Marduk for me!’ — She’ll appreciate it, I swear. >.>
I’ll probably write stuff, given as this is a blog, and, uh, I write. Occasionally. Not very often. I didn’t even write my brainstorming, arguably my only real contribution to DI, down until recently. Seriously, we’d voice-chat, and I’d get away with discussing it all with my eyes closed. But still, I -may- write. Once in a while.
Sometimes it’ll be awesome little stories you can take IC and share. Maybe even publish them, so I can sue your character for copyright infringement in 500 years, when Seahaven goes industrial. Just a thought.
Sometimes it’ll just be crap like this, that makes you want to tear out your eyes. Such is life! Welcome to my Lesson in Solipsism. None of you really exist, I feel compelled to mention.