This page is dedicated to the wonderous thing called CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT.

If you are not here to waste your time reading a glorified version of a compleatly adverage life story, your departure time is up, now you must read until the end.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT sold its name on ebay to fund its rather ridiculous "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to buy double of everything I need" obsession, and asks to be called one or more of the following:

Cornelious Archibald Chester II

Schnitzel Shingler Brackenspiel XXXIII

Octavius III

Ethel Twig Orange Pith XXVIII

or simply Twig.

It also traded it's soul to a compleatly safe looking man in a black fedora and a trench coat, standing outside a definitly-not-suspicious looking black van. At least it got a lollipop out of it.

So, to rap things up in an eggshell, CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT has absolutely no identity.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT was cloned from an aardvark in Sealand, but moved to the land of GNIHT at the young age of 3 billion. Bored with its life of Prime Merangue, it migrated South to form the Empire of Brackenspiel, named after its all-powerful ruler, The Meter Ruler. CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT is proud to be one of the Empire of Brackenspiel's four members, the others being Sootie, a cat, Steve, an iguana, and Boris, also an iguana. To join the Empire of Brackenspiel all you need to do is pledge illegance to The Meter Ruler, then contact CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT so someone actually knows. A link to its site will be unvieled sometime in the next 5 billion years.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT is currently at college studying Art, Music, Computer Graphics, and English Studies. It's favorite subjects are art, because it hates its art teacher, and English, because it got one of the highest marks in exams on a book that it has never read. It thinks that music and Computer Graphics are no fun because it's actually good at them. It aspires to make its nation an official nation, or to become a cult leader.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT likes iguanas, cats, and its communication device. It likes very little else.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT tolerates the tolerated.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT dislikes everything it doesn't like or tolerate.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT enjoys eating swordfish, staring at cats, staring at iguanas, meeting fellow members of the aardvark family, dressing up as 2D humans and frolicking around in medows filled with daisys, annoying its art teacher and defenestrating toast.

CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT does not enjoy hearing about Twilight, New Moon, Slightly Tarnished Moon, Day Break, Noon, Sun Rise, Chipped Dawn or any other nonsense that the human Stephanie Meyer has written, moving or being told to study.

All in all, CACIISSBXXXIIIOIIIETOPXXVIIIT is really just your adverage run-of-the-mill weed who doesn't get enough sun and uses floccinaucinhilipilification a little too much.

That is all.

THE END