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.
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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 is a Medic.
“Zat, vas doctah assisted homicide!”
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This user is a Heavy.
“Which one of you is crying?!”
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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 uses Google Chrome as his web browser.
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This user loves to use the Team Fortress in-game voice menu (a lot) for talking.
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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 has logged 100 hours total in Team Fortress 2.
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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's head is in the clouds.
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Custom Items, Because Valve Won't Listen To My Reccomendations
"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."
