Johnson, that reminds me of a roll-your-character's-history table from a rather bizarre game called H.O.L. (Human Occupied Landfill)...
"Zeus appeared to your mother as a shower of gold. Unfortunately, the scion of the union wasn't you, but your younger sister Ruthie. Your sibling, now the head priestess of a world-wide religion, has decreed you to be a walking blasphemy and her followers hunt you everywhere. Reduce your starting funds to zero; you've already spent it all on fake noses and bad wigs."
I'll huggle Johnson and Trijhaos because I'm under the impression they're both male and I'm terrified that, if I offer to huggle a female, I'll be branded a cyberstalker. Especially if I succumb to my overwhelming urge to use the word "fuggle." |
More on that later... 