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A sloppy, viscous mass of unidentifiable amalgamation of various household chemicals and ethereal ingredients. Assembled and baked at 450 deg. for your hedonistic pleasure.

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Recent Game Medals

Laid Back 50 Points Discover 40 passive reactions. Medal Stats.
Bub Would Be Proud 100 Points Discover 30 advanced reactions. Medal Stats.
Temper Tantrum 50 Points Discover 40 aggressive reactions. Medal Stats.
Wigglin' Time! 25 Points Cut 4 limbs from your specimen. Medal Stats.
Expiration Date Reached 5 Points Terminate 5 specimens. Medal Stats.
We Must Amputate! 25 Points Cut 1 limb from your specimen. Medal Stats.
Star Pupil 50 Points Discover 5 advanced reactions. Medal Stats.
Know How To Use It 25 Points Fully research 10 items. Medal Stats.
Bad Behavior 25 Points Discover 5 aggressive reactions. Medal Stats.
A True Scientist 50 Points Research all the techniques at least once. Medal Stats.

Total Medals Earned: 113 (From 16 different games.)

Latest News

I shall keep this little entry short.

I have recently acquired a Nerf N-Strike Maverick in order to twist this heap of pitiful, noxious yellow plastic to my own sick will. I have the power modifications done as well as the barrel modification. However, as I sit here in my chair, typing this out whilst procrastinating on taking that blasted gun apart again, I ponder on what sort of design to slap on this bad boy for my own personal gain. I have seen a dime-a-dozen of Steampunk Mavericks with overly gaudy additions of no rhyme, reason or need, I am swaying more towards more of a realistic gun look of a silver with a rosewood red handle, or going in the complete polar opposite and making it some sort of space ray.

I doubt it matters, it's still going to shoot foam darts at my cat at 55 mph no matter what I paint it. I just don't want it yellow anymore. it stares at me like the eyes of a coward from it's corner of the room, pleading for the torment to stop, screaming for mercy as I take the philipshead to it's taut screws once more to tickle my sickening fancy o toying with it's delicate innerworkings.

Well, that would be the tea. I will come back to this later no doubt.