I am the Community Blog Manager for Destructoid. I am also the resident Resplendent Black Grandmother. My mind is broken glass and my heart is swollen and corpulent, like a cheeto left in a puddle of Diet Coke.
Well that certainly sounded dramatic.
I, with the full support of the Shadow Council, have taken it up myself to hand out decoder rings to all new members here on the C-blogs. I also like handing out little bonus gifts as well depending on what's in the trunk of my car on any given day. I do this because I have things growing inside me. Dark, twisted things that need love. So let me love you.
This is a past banner of mine that was made by fellow Dtoider and sexting partner Char Aznable. I have tattooed this on my heart. My apologies for it being cut off but I don't know how to make it smaller and screaming at the screen hasn't worked yet.
This is a picture Science Jesus and kind-voiced personal savior Beyamor drew while thinking about me. It's my old avatar but it still rings true in the hearts of men and beasts alike. I bet he wasn't wearing pants when he made it. A man can dream, right?
I was recently gifted with a Dtoid card. Its hard to put into words how much this means to me that I am finally a playing card.
I am the God King of my Heart.
Here are some pictures of things I like. I hope you like them too.
April 1st, that special day in which Destructoid falls under the spell of the blood moon and transforms into the Foolish April Beast. It's a day I look forward to every year, not only for what the kulture meisters behind the scenes will think of next but also because its a special day in my waking world. This April 1st also happens to mark my fourth anniversary here. Four years...seems like so much longer, like I've always been here. I can't imagine my world, waking or otherwise, with Destructoid in it. So as we pierce the Earthly veil to stare into the face of God, we find Him gazing back with frog eyes filled with benevolence. The world is a strange place that can be confusing and scary and wonderful but I always can find comfort and solace here. Thank you all for being amazing and letting me love you the best way I know how, with trimmed fingernails and the resplendancy of black grandmotherhood.