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Born in a foul, cobwebbed pothole at the bottom of the Chasm of Oblivion, I was raised by the half-snake demon prince Denes. At the age of five, my training as a ninja shaman began when I was left naked and alone next to a stream of burning lava with only two left shoes, a package of dental floss, and a plastic bag full of crayons. My mission: to find my way to my spiritual home.
Thus I submit.
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Tuesday, 10 April 2012
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