A young man stands in his study, piles of old comics litter his desk. Posters of old movie stars and bookcases line and decorate the just happens to be this young man's preferred date, April 13. It wasn't his birthday or anything, it just happened to be a day he enjoyed.
What will his name be?
SHITHEAD MCORANGEFACE
Goddammit, they're back again fuckers
Andrew hussie
Good.
Andrew hussie looked around the cluttered room. His computer blaring toby foxes newest music track that had forwarded to him to set the tone of his otherwise dull apathetic eyes rested on the copy of a new game he bought on a mere whim of toby had a copy as wanted to take off time from their not so busy schedule to play it together, given it had zero reviews from reliable reviewers. Ah, reviewers, the front line against an army of shitty games. Warriors of the keyboard who pledge themselves to protect the world from shitty games... yeah… he was definitely bored. He sits down on his computer and begins to work on his various webcomic projects, each branching off to dead ends and new adventures on the readers instincts and general fuckery. It seemed like it was high time to end a long-standing one...jailbreak most likely, he had already finished its map and it has been going on for quite awhile…. Andrew, get pestered by toby fox.
Irradiatedvulpes is pestering you!
IR:hey,hussie am starting to get tired of seeing this thing littering my desk, want to play this game? Kinda want to see what it's about.
CD:don't know,kinda don't want to waste my time on a weird..what the hell,yeah sure, right after I finish off this comic
IR:your finally ending jailbreak?
CD: how do you know its jailbreak?
IR:I may be looking into your room right now…
CD:WHAT THE FUCK
He closed out of ms paint to look wildly around him
CRASH
He would from his chair to the other room, where he found a large collection of metal structures littering his home.
Hussie, freak the fuck out