The Rogue's Gallery

[Doktor Howl]

I think you should occasionally target the innocent.  Like Jenne.

Dok Howl
Classification: Mad Science Troll, with occasional shift to Rage Troll
Suspected in the Deaths of: TGRR, Number Six, Mahatma Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, God/Santa Claus.
Known Alts: Satan, The Incredible Hulk, Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
Behavior: Corruption of the innocent, torture and murder of Noobs, Aggravated Mad Science, Berserk Fury, Recurring Nemesis.
Stage of Troll Development: See Revelations 6:7-8.

Okay, that was awesome.

He forgot the weird fucking weapon thing.

Also, I don't corrupt anyone.  I just and then they and then it all turns into a weird spiral of dumb.

It doesn't always end in a spiral of dumb! Sometimes is EPIC WIN.

These are not mutually exclusive terms.

[Freeky]

Of course they like it.  Otherwise, they'd move to Oregon.  Oregon LOVES Cali transplants, the same way we love Minnesota transplants.

YA HEY DERE!

Do we notice Minnesota transplants? I figured that when someone comes from somewhere that sounds so boring, Tucson sort of ingests them like a gelatinous cube ingests a charging fighter; all there is is a "bloooop" and then you're REALLY fucked.

[The Wizard]

Yes, John saw Dok Howl coming. Why do you think he went mad?

That wasn't prophecy, man. Didn't you know Dok has a time machine? And a cheese grater? Anyone would go mad after what Dok did to him.

Okay, that was awesome.

Dr. James Semaj: Acts all nice and laid back so that they never suspect what he's really doing.

He forgot the weird fucking weapon thing.

Also, I don't corrupt anyone.  I just and then they and then it all turns into a weird spiral of dumb.

Its like watching a Greek Myth unfold. But, like Freeky said, it sometimes leads to epic win.

[Freeky]

These are not mutually exclusive terms.

No, really! What about that time with Clyde? It spiralled into stupid, yes, but at the end, everything was hunky-dory, and I heard tell he's not even out for your blood anymore.

[Doktor Howl]

These are not mutually exclusive terms.

No, really! What about that time with Clyde? It spiralled into stupid, yes, but at the end, everything was hunky-dory, and I heard tell he's not even out for your blood anymore.

Bullshit.  That little rat fucker never forgets anything. 

So I can continue to not be afraid until either he croaks, or I do.   

[Freeky]

These are not mutually exclusive terms.

No, really! What about that time with Clyde? It spiralled into stupid, yes, but at the end, everything was hunky-dory, and I heard tell he's not even out for your blood anymore.

Bullshit.  That little rat fucker never forgets anything. 

So I can continue to not be afraid until either he croaks, or I do.   

My bet is on you out-living him, despite Tucson's best efforts.

[The Wizard]

I love how conversations wander in threads. This thread started with documenting known trolls to exorcising Jenne to this Clyde fellow. Wonderful.

Dr. James Semaj
In a surprisingly good mood.

[Epimetheus]

  Props on this idea, Semaj.

[Doktor Howl]

I love how conversations wander in threads. This thread started with documenting known trolls to exorcising Jenne to this Clyde fellow. Wonderful.

Dr. James Semaj
In a surprisingly good mood.

We'll get back on track.

[The Wizard]

Props on this idea, Semaj.

Thanks. Glad to be of service.

We'll get back on track.

Naw, its fine. As long as the conversations interesting, then things are on track.

[Adios]

Props on this idea, Semaj.

Thanks. Glad to be of service.

We'll get back on track.

Naw, its fine. As long as the conversations interesting, then things are on track.

Good man.

[BadBeast]

I think you should occasionally target the innocent.  Like Jenne.

Dok Howl
Classification: Mad Science Troll, with occasional shift to Rage Troll
Suspected in the Deaths of: TGRR, Number Six, Mahatma Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, God/Santa Claus.
Known Alts: Satan, The Incredible Hulk, Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
Behavior: Corruption of the innocent, torture and murder of Noobs, Aggravated Mad Science, Berserk Fury, Recurring Nemesis.
Stage of Troll Development: See Revelations 6:7-8.

Yes, John saw Dok Howl coming. Why do you think he went mad?

Saw him coming, observed him doing something,   *Hides*  something, *furtive* cactus, vomit, *ascension*.
Then thinks, ponders. *Digs* Aaah!  *Chews, waits*  The Fear™   John runs, until he finds something to write with. Then descends into a muttering, scribbling, 3 day psychotic break, during which he utterly his brain, predicts Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden, 911, and funnily enough, Simon Cowell.

The hastily scrawled account of what Dok's  Cactus drop did to John's troubled mind, resonated through the Centuries, coalesced in the art of Pieter Breughal, instilled the Embryonic version of  The Fear™ in the fertile tilth of the  European collective unconscience, one consequence of which, was Europe purging itself of heretical Religious Cunts in the 16th Century. All this John saw, but the thing his mind finally cracked under the strain of, were the Vuvuzelas. No mind should have to endure Dok, Cactus, and Vuvuzelas simultaeneously. The knowledge that all three exist contiguously is hard enough to cope with.

There were attempts to get this book published, as a prophetic work in it's own right, but it ended up in a Compendium of Desert Fairy Tales, by Authors unknown. And on still nights, in the Arizona Desert, sometimes you can hear Dok Howl, howl in the night, as the Dreadful knowledge of the Horrible Truth™ becomes to much to bear. Especially since he accidently the Bowel of Temporal Displacement, by showing off with Vindaloo.

St John, the Divine, spent the rest of his life trying to solve the one burning questiion that eluded him.
"Why does my middle finger smell of Puppehs"?
(He never did find out, and I'm sure Dok's not telling)

[BabylonHoruv]

I think you should occasionally target the innocent.  Like Jenne.

Dok Howl
Classification: Mad Science Troll, with occasional shift to Rage Troll
Suspected in the Deaths of: TGRR, Number Six, Mahatma Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, God/Santa Claus.
Known Alts: Satan, The Incredible Hulk, Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
Behavior: Corruption of the innocent, torture and murder of Noobs, Aggravated Mad Science, Berserk Fury, Recurring Nemesis.
Stage of Troll Development: See Revelations 6:7-8.

Yes, John saw Dok Howl coming. Why do you think he went mad?

Saw him coming, observed him doing something,   *Hides*  something, *furtive* cactus, vomit, *ascension*.
Then thinks, ponders. *Digs* Aaah!  *Chews, waits*  The Fear™   John runs, until he finds something to write with. Then descends into a muttering, scribbling, 3 day psychotic break, during which he utterly his brain, predicts Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden, 911, and funnily enough, Simon Cowell.

The hastily scrawled account of what Dok's  Cactus drop did to John's troubled mind, resonated through the Centuries, coalesced in the art of Pieter Breughal, instilled the Embryonic version of  The Fear™ in the fertile tilth of the  European collective unconscience, one consequence of which, was Europe purging itself of heretical Religious Cunts in the 16th Century. All this John saw, but the thing his mind finally cracked under the strain of, were the Vuvuzelas. No mind should have to endure Dok, Cactus, and Vuvuzelas simultaeneously. The knowledge that all three exist contiguously is hard enough to cope with.

There were attempts to get this book published, as a prophetic work in it's own right, but it ended up in a Compendium of Desert Fairy Tales, by Authors unknown. And on still nights, in the Arizona Desert, sometimes you can hear Dok Howl, howl in the night, as the Dreadful knowledge of the Horrible Truth™ becomes to much to bear. Especially since he accidently the Bowel of Temporal Displacement, by showing off with Vindaloo.

St John, the Divine, spent the rest of his life trying to solve the one burning questiion that eluded him.
"Why does my middle finger smell of Puppehs"?
(He never did find out, and I'm sure Dok's not telling)

I'm pretty sure John was doing mushrooms.  Amanitas in particular.  Which should really never ever under any circumstances be confused with psylocybes, psylocybes are friendly, amanitas are not.  The Fear completely notwithstanding, psylocybes don't make you puke in ways that make you wish you had died before eating them.

[BadBeast]

I think you should occasionally target the innocent.  Like Jenne.

Dok Howl
Classification: Mad Science Troll, with occasional shift to Rage Troll
Suspected in the Deaths of: TGRR, Number Six, Mahatma Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, God/Santa Claus.
Known Alts: Satan, The Incredible Hulk, Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
Behavior: Corruption of the innocent, torture and murder of Noobs, Aggravated Mad Science, Berserk Fury, Recurring Nemesis.
Stage of Troll Development: See Revelations 6:7-8.

Yes, John saw Dok Howl coming. Why do you think he went mad?

Saw him coming, observed him doing something,   *Hides*  something, *furtive* cactus, vomit, *ascension*.
Then thinks, ponders. *Digs* Aaah!  *Chews, waits*  The Fear™   John runs, until he finds something to write with. Then descends into a muttering, scribbling, 3 day psychotic break, during which he utterly his brain, predicts Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden, 911, and funnily enough, Simon Cowell.

The hastily scrawled account of what Dok's  Cactus drop did to John's troubled mind, resonated through the Centuries, coalesced in the art of Pieter Breughal, instilled the Embryonic version of  The Fear™ in the fertile tilth of the  European collective unconscience, one consequence of which, was Europe purging itself of heretical Religious Cunts in the 16th Century. All this John saw, but the thing his mind finally cracked under the strain of, were the Vuvuzelas. No mind should have to endure Dok, Cactus, and Vuvuzelas simultaeneously. The knowledge that all three exist contiguously is hard enough to cope with.

There were attempts to get this book published, as a prophetic work in it's own right, but it ended up in a Compendium of Desert Fairy Tales, by Authors unknown. And on still nights, in the Arizona Desert, sometimes you can hear Dok Howl, howl in the night, as the Dreadful knowledge of the Horrible Truth™ becomes to much to bear. Especially since he accidently the Bowel of Temporal Displacement, by showing off with Vindaloo.

St John, the Divine, spent the rest of his life trying to solve the one burning questiion that eluded him.
"Why does my middle finger smell of Puppehs"?
(He never did find out, and I'm sure Dok's not telling)

I'm pretty sure John was doing mushrooms.  Amanitas in particular.  Which should really never ever under any circumstances be confused with psylocybes, psylocybes are friendly, amanitas are not.  The Fear completely notwithstanding, psylocybes don't make you puke in ways that make you wish you had died before eating them.

I mix both of them, every year at Halloween, and have never puked. Never got The Fear™, and found that they compliment each other very well. But no-one ever told me that Flycaps weren't friendly, and I've never found them to be anything but awesome. As far as I can tell, the drier the caps are, the less chance of vomiting. I've seen people puke on flycaps though. Their own bodyweight sometimes. But they always seem really happy once they stop retching.

BadBeast: Having fun with fungus since 1982.

[BabylonHoruv]

I think you should occasionally target the innocent.  Like Jenne.

Dok Howl
Classification: Mad Science Troll, with occasional shift to Rage Troll
Suspected in the Deaths of: TGRR, Number Six, Mahatma Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, God/Santa Claus.
Known Alts: Satan, The Incredible Hulk, Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
Behavior: Corruption of the innocent, torture and murder of Noobs, Aggravated Mad Science, Berserk Fury, Recurring Nemesis.
Stage of Troll Development: See Revelations 6:7-8.

Yes, John saw Dok Howl coming. Why do you think he went mad?

Saw him coming, observed him doing something,   *Hides*  something, *furtive* cactus, vomit, *ascension*.
Then thinks, ponders. *Digs* Aaah!  *Chews, waits*  The Fear™   John runs, until he finds something to write with. Then descends into a muttering, scribbling, 3 day psychotic break, during which he utterly his brain, predicts Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden, 911, and funnily enough, Simon Cowell.

The hastily scrawled account of what Dok's  Cactus drop did to John's troubled mind, resonated through the Centuries, coalesced in the art of Pieter Breughal, instilled the Embryonic version of  The Fear™ in the fertile tilth of the  European collective unconscience, one consequence of which, was Europe purging itself of heretical Religious Cunts in the 16th Century. All this John saw, but the thing his mind finally cracked under the strain of, were the Vuvuzelas. No mind should have to endure Dok, Cactus, and Vuvuzelas simultaeneously. The knowledge that all three exist contiguously is hard enough to cope with.

There were attempts to get this book published, as a prophetic work in it's own right, but it ended up in a Compendium of Desert Fairy Tales, by Authors unknown. And on still nights, in the Arizona Desert, sometimes you can hear Dok Howl, howl in the night, as the Dreadful knowledge of the Horrible Truth™ becomes to much to bear. Especially since he accidently the Bowel of Temporal Displacement, by showing off with Vindaloo.

St John, the Divine, spent the rest of his life trying to solve the one burning questiion that eluded him.
"Why does my middle finger smell of Puppehs"?
(He never did find out, and I'm sure Dok's not telling)

I'm pretty sure John was doing mushrooms.  Amanitas in particular.  Which should really never ever under any circumstances be confused with psylocybes, psylocybes are friendly, amanitas are not.  The Fear completely notwithstanding, psylocybes don't make you puke in ways that make you wish you had died before eating them.

I mix both of them, every year at Halloween, and have never puked. Never got The Fear™, and found that they compliment each other very well. But no-one ever told me that Flycaps weren't friendly, and I've never found them to be anything but awesome. As far as I can tell, the drier the caps are, the less chance of vomiting. I've seen people puke on flycaps though. Their own bodyweight sometimes. But they always seem really happy once they stop retching.

BadBeast: Having fun with fungus since 1982.

huh, that wasn't my experience at all.  I had to fight to keep from puking, then had a revelations style doom and prophecy night (all the prophecies ended up coming true) then went to sleep and woke up in the morning to a sensually enhanced puke that was really the worst puking experience of my life. 

Drastically different from my experiences with psylocybes of any sort.