Lightrider14

M’name’s Matt. I’d actually prefer being called by name, so even if we aren’t friends, you can call me Matt. If you notice any grammatical errors on my profile, or during conversation, feel free to correct them. Unlike most people, I enjoy being corrected. My Steam User is Stinky, the Guerrilla Gorilla. My email’s [email protected]. If you have a problem with me being Buddhist, Republican, or with the fact that I’m from another planet, I don’t really care, so don’t bother being a douche. I have friends in high places… the mute button for example. =P If I’m on, I can usually be found on “Adventure Club” or “Hello World!”. If I don’t respond, I’m either in the zone, or not there. I don’t log off while I sleep. Game on, fellow nerds… or y’know… other peeps. XD<><><><><><><><><><><>June fifth…1964… It was then that the mother-ship dropped me on this pathetic little speck. Truth be told, t’was a mere recon mission, but my egg-brothers feared my recent rise in power among the ranks of the armies of Ulgarth, so they abandoned me here… Here…on this hideous, fetid, goo-forsaken rock that you scum call Earth. I’ve had to feed on surfers for their high salt content ever since. My biggest problem since I was illegally exiled on this rotten, stinking, simian excuse for a planet has been hippies… they reek… They protest everything… They’re so…hairy… I had finally salvaged the only materials fit for a ship from my weapons and suit. I spent weeks building this small return vessel. I used everything I had on me, aside from a bit of light weaponry. While I was experimenting on local wildlife, a renegade band of filthy pot-headed hippies stole my new ship and began to worship it. My observations revealed that they decided to send it to some hippie missionary camp in Mexico so I pursued and accidentally downed the aircraft carrying my ship(I overestimated your ships’ resilience, so I shot at it with the one weapon I saved… curse you, Boeing for making flimsily armored aircraft!). My ship hurtled earthward into the gaping maw of a volcano over Hawaii. Earthlings beware… for when I find suitable materials for a ship I will venture to my planet and return to Earth with a massive armada to engulf this stain of a world in flames and extinguish all hippies from the universe. Oh and surfers… no more shark-tooth necklaces… please… rubs gums, wincing