Existensial Crises
In various stages of my life, I have regretted being a squishy, having nothing more than my pallor and intimitable wit and intellect to utterly crush any foes. My limbs are weak and doughy, my enormous brain protected by the thinnest of skulls. Suffice it to say that when colleagues or acquaintances get to explore dark […]
Diary of a Squishy
Thank goodness for long-range weapons and deranged business partners. I must admit, the prospect of getting out of Finally was incredibly appealing, and I was more than willing to orchestrate something complicated and possibly bloody, but other heads (I hesitate to say cooler) prevailed. (This is of course not a reference to the ‘friend’ I […]