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Revision as of 04:52, 29 July 2011
About Me, The Ginger You Likely Don't Know
I'm Triscuitable, the half Irish, half Scottish, half German ginger. (Yes, I'm 1 1/2 parts human.) I reside in a home in Lynwood, which is near Seattle, with my parents, as I am currently attending highschool. (Don't judge me!) I have a little sister, two cats, a dog, and I live within biking distance of Valve's main building. I plan on someday honing my skills to a point where I can bake an angel food cake for those guys, and possibly get it featured in one of their games. That's not exactly a great dream, but if I can't get a cake featured in one of their properties, then I'll somehow get hired by them. Also openly asexual. I'm above the closet's doorframe, as I like to call it. I'm not one of those guys.
I usually play on the SLAG servers, so if you want to join a game with me, hit me up. I play at night though, when my parents are sleeping, so don't be surprised if my mic doesn't happen to be projecting a voice. Besides that, I just finished my Medic and Heavy polycount packs! So now I can support my favorite classes in that way! I'm also a darn good pyro, but that's nothing to be proud of. Oh yeah, and the reason I use that Demo icon? I'm quite the Demoman, plus he's a Scot, plus I'm a Scot, plus I'm Ginger, minus he's not.
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No, no, no, say it with me. Like the cracker. Triss-kit-uh-bowl. It's simple, it's not "Try-sceeoot-uh-bowl" or "Trusk-int-ibol".
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Things For Me To Boast About
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This user likes to edit articles in teeny baby bits.
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This breuker is Scottish, an naebody shoud think ithergates!
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This user is American, pardner!
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This user loves to trade items.
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This user has logged 100 hours total in Team Fortress 2.
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This user is a Ginger, and knows you wish you were one too.
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This user loves Nyan Cat and Nyan Cat loves them too.
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This user has succumbed to death by a fetus in a jar, with a monocle and a hat.
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This user does not edit this wiki for the sole purpose of getting a Wiki Cap.
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This user uses Google Chrome as his web browser.
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This user demonstrates some form of intelligence. They are truly a mental savant to be treasured.
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Personality
I'm not here for the Wiki Cap, I'm here to improve a wiki I've been using for nearly a whole year now. (I think it's been that long, has it?) I don't troll, or flame, or pester or tease, I'm just here to have fun, and possibly brag about how awesome my titles are. Plus, it took me a single day to learn simple Wiki programming code. How about that? (Eh, you likely learned it in an hour. It's nothing for me to be proud of. Alright, maybe I want a Wiki cap badly, but I know begging never got it for anyone. It's like Bungie's Recon armor in Halo 3. And it's true I don't edit for the SOLE purpose of getting the cap. The purpose I edit the Wiki for is for having a great Wiki with great info and great strategies. The cap is in second place, like a bonus. Doesn't mean I won't stop editing if I get it. This Wiki is my go-to place for patch notes!
Custom Items, Because Valve Won't Listen To My Reccomendations
"Gingerly Ginger Mullet"
Level 14 Hairstyle
+45% human attraction.
+30% increase in attempted bee pollination.
"Because being part of a three-hundredth of a percent of the human population makes everyone jealous."
"Johnny's Gun"
Level 34
You can communicate in morse code, and slam your head against a beadpost.
You can't move. You're basically like that guy from that story where he has no mouth and wants to scream.
"It takes your sight, your speech, your hearing, your arms, your legs, and your soul."
- I appreciate the comments from Firestorm and WindPower. Firestorm, I hope that you don't mind if I use that userbox you put there. I like it a bunch. (The Einstein one.)
