Name: (The/Captain) Blamo, also sometimes "Chris"

DOB:  05/05/84

Musical Influences: 	Whatever Forhekset happens to destroy me with. Opeth and that sort of shit mostly sticks, the rest just
		    	goes flying around the room without impact on my senses.

Interests:  	Running down and killing people on the blue team, with a depleted uranium slug to the brain. Other than that,
		doing anything creative. Like creating digital images and wallpapers, writing songs and literature, and every now
		and again pulling a new, random facial expression. I'm proud of that.

Equipment:  	My brothers old Ibanez (Guitar, obviously), Laney Amp and a nondescript Acoustic Guitar that seems to be alot
	    	better quality than my electric, a fact I am constantly aware of (and somewhat annoyed by).

Quotes:  "There are ducks at our place, they sit in the floor and blow up warm air." -The Blamo Chronicles.
	 "Fuck I'm Stoned :(" -The Blamo Chronicles.
	 "You fucking fat cunt" -Anytime anyone sees Forhekset
	 "Fuck off you bastard" -Any instance I see fit, usually said about 5 times a day.


Fav movies:  Whatever has been good recently. I'm fucking serious. Dont start me cunt.


Fav Songs:  Weebl - The Immortal Badger (Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger
	            Mushroom Mushroom...)
	    Rectal Spawn - The Vengeance Of A Thousand Enraged Camels
	    Weebl - Scampi
	    Weebl - Patrick
	    Opeth - Serenity Painted Death

Recently I Have Been Listening To:  Weebl, Opeth, Children Of Bodom, Dimmu Borgir, Death, Soilwork, Arch enemy.

Listening To Right Now:  Whatever Forhekset is polluting the soundwaves with. Some nondescript sludgy crap. (haahah)
			 Noidenous also seems to be screaming something, which isn't suprising. Now he's burping.
			 I think I just heard someone fart. Now I can hear Transformers. Now the song "Belching Of Oblivion".
			 More screaming from somewhere...

Status right now - Extremely Tired, Extremely Hungry, Aching for a cigarette, my toe is a little itchy, a little dizzy from
	 	   spinning blackhawks around at physics defying speeds, got a headache, and I have an extreme need to fart.
	 	   Oh yeah, there we go.... Fuck me, thats an assault on the senses. 





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