In 1996, I used a spam program from Russia, to e-mail bomb Andy “Agent Penguin” Wachowski, and so my adventure online began.
After summating myself at Quakeworld, his agents recruited me to MUSHing, in the 8th grade, after he got out of prison (Bill Gates found gay porn on his computer, and he was children’s staffing MSN Chat rooms).
MUSH, is for men that can’t get erections, they never practiced meditation, they are so milksop stupid that they didn’t play with their posture to be able to ejaculate or have children as men; in other words, they were potty trained in a perfect rigid posture, since their parents were abused by police or prisoners or, in the case of leadership, by Rabbinicals in interest of commanding the MUSHes for Time Warner, a program present since the early 1990s, at Pern MUSH.
Since my first character, I’ve been loading down real military technical dossiers, all actual developmental theoreticals that haven’t been tried yet, onto the games, stolen by Ted Turner’s goons with AOL and sold to comic companies, in East India, and into China, Pakistan, Taiwan, and Beirut.
LULZ.
Poetry Munitions 