In the course of the intergalactic struggle between Me and Rita Repulsa, the witch managed to trap Me in an interdimensional time warp before she and her minions were sealed away in a Space Dumpster by five warriors i assembled.



Yeah, I'm a guy. Yeah, I probably pwned you. No, I don't want to "chat after the game" or "go on a date", answer your PMs, join a friend's list or some girl I don't know, or otherwise know about your personal life. And I'm not going to tell you about mine. I don't game to pick up girls, I game to kill them.

Now stop checking out my ass or guesstimating the size of my package and get on with the gaming. Don't ask me if you can have my babies, don't ask me to send photos of myself you can shlick to (that's nasty, yo) and don't pester me about "Ooh, you have such a manly, seductive voice". Pick up your gun, ♥♥♥♥ it (Not THAT kind. Get your mind out of the gutter for once) and get ready for a beatdown. No flirting, no fawning and no sexual harassment just because I'm a guy gamer.

Sheesh, clingy girls. I swear... You'd think they had never seen a real guy before in their life.



Why reach for the stars when you can reach for my ♥♥♥♥

Call me Kirby...because i'm taking you to Dreamland.