Dear Fellow Cereal Killers.
Your introductions suck! Get more personal! Lets all get to know each other! Thats the awesomeness of the Inner Net. You have the comforts to confide in one another over the web. You can have that "This person knows me!" yet still be Anonymous. Its amazing, so embrace it!
Okay. Who am I? The original creator of Cereal Killers. It started as something me, Mocky, and Frothy made. We thought "lets just have a shared bank just so we can help each other level. Then some asshole Retardin was like "lets get big and do raids!!!" Worst idea ever. We expanded, he stole GM position, and now he sits on his high horse. Actually, his high ultra-rare mount in front of the GBank. SUCKA.
I'm a SoCal local. I catch Elfroth/Rothmoth, MochiPORN, Kalz and Noy on a weekly basis. We're all related and awesome. Well, I'm just speaking on my behalf. They suck, especially Noy. Sorry folks, you can't pick your relatives.
I'm a 23 year old man boy dude. I'm not quite mature yet, although I know I should be. I love comics (huge nerd), sciences (favorite channels are Discovery and SciFi [SyFy sounds and looks stupid]), cars (I used to tinker and track events etc etc) and do random things? I like to party, but not too much. I do love my alcohol but always in moderation. I opt to allow my friends to get drunk and I love being the DD, Designated Driver. It just allows you to fuck with more people and get away with it.
And now, for a random photo bomb of stuff.
Picked up this sweeeet jacket (Volcom) for 70 bucks at a local boutique. The hair? Yea, I grew it out to see if I could grow it out. I could.
This was me and a coworker I was dating. We went to an 80's club to dance. She sucks at dancing, and dancing correlates to sex, ergo, she sucks at sex.
This was awesomely fun. I worked at Starbucks, and for our store's party (covered by the company), I chose SpeedZone. 4 Pitchers later, I was yelling at children (very racist remarks BTW) and crashing into people purposely. Everyone that went was drunk, even my store manager. Actually, especially my store manager.
This is, by far, my favorite. My friends (Loud&Obnoxious/GladRags) threw together a very VERY legit beerpong tournament. 10 dollar buy-in, unlimited beer, everyone got team shirts. Our team name was Balls Deep. There were a few other clever ones, but also some retarded ones. iPong?
Thats how many teams. We started at 2pm and ended it at 2AM. Tons of cuties, tons of drunks, and about 3 girls that got emotional drunk ("my BF doesn't love me anymoreeeee!!!!!") Me and my partner, seen above, date-raped the entire tournament and took first place. All we got was a wooden trophy and 100 bucks each. Not too shabby.
New Years party. See my buddy's face in the background? Quite awesome. PS. Thats my current GF. Amazing. She lets me play WoW and not get mad! JACKPOT!
And finally, the picture to end all. This was Halloween Night. Me and my buddy Ryan, subsequently the manager, opted to close to allow the other workers the night off. Those assholes came in anyways. We were supposed to be Catholic school girls. It was oddly successful. We got tipped like crazy. I walked away that night with 50 extra bucks on top of my double-time pay. Quite worth the fun/humiliation/being hit on by older men.