Tiridates Mikadze

Intus loves telling people about how he got these scars.

ALL GLORY AND HONOR BE TO THE IMPERATOR, REJOICE FOR THE LIGHT OF THE IMPERIUM WAS LIT UPON THIS DAY, AND SHALL HEREAFTER, ALWAYS BURN IN THE HEARTS OF HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS, TILL THE END OF TIME. THIS DAY, I REAFFIRM MY VOW OF LOYALTY, AND OFFER MY LIFE AS A BRIDGE TO ETERNAL GLORY AND VICTORY. I HAVE ALSO PRODUCED THIS CAKE AFTER A SERIES OF MADCAP AND ABSURD ADVENTURES THAT FAR OUTWEIGHED THE REQUISITE LABOR TO PRODUCE SUCH A MODEST 3 LAYER CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH FLUFFY WHITE FROSTING. IN, WHAT I ASSURE YOU IS AN UNRELATED NOTE, THE COURSE OF THE DAY, WE WILL REQUIRE THE ACQUISITION OF A NEW OVEN, KITCHEN, KITCHEN STAFF, AND EAST WING, AS WELL AS RAISE A NEW BATTALION FROM THE WORLD OF ARTHALOS III, WHO DIED VALIANTLY IN THE SEARCH FOR TWO CUPS OF SUGAR. I have a card that I made for Zannador. I added macaroni and glitter to make it extra nice :3

Cyphre beat Muhammad Ali in a boxing match with both arms tied behind her back.

Scientific, in a brilliant display of tactical distraction, danced wearing only a pad of butter to attract the fearsome attention of an assaulting force of Breakfasteers.

God so admired Cyphre's cleavage, he made the Grand Canyon as a miniature homage. EDIT: True Story: Corsi punched a hole through the head of Mayra Roffo the first time they met on the battlefield by staring hard.

I see you found a fun little snapshot of me about to serve a wonderful, mind-sizzling exotic dish to a recalcitrant acquaintance.

People have attempted mugging me three times. Attempted. I have, at last count (and best enumerated as my memory can) played over 288 video games, and beaten 193 of them. I have also watched (at last count, and memory allowing) seen over 487 films, only 23 of which were in theaters. I have written down the lists in a notebook, for the sake of curiosity. I taught myself the basics of contact juggling in 4 hours one rainy (actually rainy) afternoon. I did it standing in the rain. I should practice more.

The Inquisition wishes to formally acknowledge your birthday, and would like to present you with some cake, properly prepared to be Heresy Free.

You owe me money, man.

Technically, true. Except it wouldn't be igniting a stable puddle of Gasoline. It'd be igniting the wonderfully flammable fumes it'd be giving off while in motion on hot asphalt. Goes to show how much you know about your accelerants

[10:27] Tiridates Mikadze: [10:23] Caine Constantine: your kind isn't welcome here, spy. [10:24] Tiridates Mikadze flicks a cigarette away and checks his watch. "You know what I'm best at?" [10:24] Caine Constantine: What's that? [10:25] Tiridates Mikadze pulls out a remote detonator and flips the covered toggle. "Getting noticed only when it's too late." [10:25] Caine Constantine: DONT KILL ME OKAY [10:25] Caine Constantine: YOU CAN STAY [10:25] Caine Constantine: freakin spooky ~ a little later ~ [10:32] Caine Constantine: how's it going? [10:33] Tiridates Mikadze checks his watch again, and looks over at the stil burning cigarette he discarded as the trail of gasoline approaches it. "Up in flames, I'd say in about ten seconds."

Yeah, I remember fighting Agares, and he was using his little SMG, so I jetted into a corner of the Arena and said, very distinctly "I'M WAY OUT OF RANGE NOW!" just as he switched to his back mounted grenade launcher and took me down. God, I love that game. Also, <3 Orbit weapons and vertical launch missiles.

If you do not, I shall strike you until you do.

Hey, do you have any real Illinois Nazis there?

I can see it now, a sitcom with Agares and Dark. Like Married with Children, or the Odd Couple, only every episode, instead of Agares sitting on the couch and scratching his balls, or putting his hands on hips and shaking his head every time Dark says or does something heretical, he just impales him on the end of his Halberd and then tears him into pieces before incinerating him in a blast of righteous fury. I might come strolling in to crowd applause, and with my catchphrase "YOU'RE A FILTHY HERETICAL WRETCH" pull out an Inferno pistol and do the same, without any obvious provocation. I think we've got a winner.

Gosh, what a surprise, Dark's managed to alienate his allies all over again. It doesn't even matter how many times it's been now. Maybe someday, in some distant parallel universe, Dark may learn to grow up.

You come back 'round now, y'hear? We'll fix you up a fine southern peach pie, with a tall glass of lemonade, and wile away the afternoon talkin' over the old days.

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Rygads, you and I, we need to discuss mine.

So long as we serve the will of the Imperator, it doesn't really matter what we are, even if some of us would make for better throw-rugs than others.

More of my crap: Practicing methods of drawing, and styles. the seemingly black blob will become, magically, a spacecraft. Update on the Antesig heavy armor concept.

Reminded of Google Sketchup.

Happy Birthday, oh loyal servant of the Imperium, from the Agentes in Rebus. We have made a cupcake for you, with black frosting. They are delicious.

You fight for Yarn.

I LIEK UR GU- I fight because I choose to.