Pheeb is making a golem of herself. It will go out and do things that are hard for her, while she sits back and reaps the benefit.

Hey Lusternia, I got you just what you always wanted for Christmas: pictures of meeeee.



YOU'RE



WELCOME.

Kante:

You look like a dwarf.

An adorable dwarf!

I'm like a hipster Gimli.

AND MY OBSCURE MUSICAL COLLECTION!

Sometimes people say to me, "Jack, you devilishly beguiling paramecium! You seem singularly unusual to me. Y'know, the particular breed of singularly unusual that denotes falsity. Are you truly as peculiar in real life as you appear to be on the internet?" And to these people I say "My name's not Jack in real life, you know. It's Joel. Also: yes."

Dig the scruff. GROW IT FURTHER.

Beards are the handiwork of Beelzebub. Real men have chin-scruff at all times.

That sounds like one of the comforting platitudes of the beardless.

Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, Jack and or Joel.

I'll be over here slowly growing and training my beard into the shape and comfort of the world's greatest pillow.

I grew a beard once, but instantly I hated it, and myself. So I shaved It off, nailed It to a frisbee and flung It over a rainbow - and suddenly life was grand again.*




*actual events may vary

Jack:

I grew a beard once, but instantly I hated it, and myself. So I shaved It off, nailed It to a frisbee and flung It over a rainbow - and suddenly life was grand again.*




*actual events may vary

Yeah, I had a beard once, but it was stolen from me by a horde of garden gnomes. I chased them for hours, but years of being inanimate had stored up untold amounts of energy in their tiny, synthetic limbs. They ran me ragged and finally I collapsed, overcome. Yet then a voice spoke to me from the clouds. Was it God, as I then believed? Was it my profound exhaustion, bringing on a hallucination? Or was it the peyote I'd dropped earlier? Whatever the explanation, the mysterious Voice told me this:

"Beards are for tosspots."

And I followed that advice. Yes, I did indeed.

Jack:

And I followed that advice. Yes, I did indeed.

I did too. It's why you should never ask Casilu about her background.

Figured I might as well bite the bullet and put up a mugshot of myself (I take no responsibility for temporary or permanent blindness as a result of looking at my ugly mug)


Note: This photo IS a little out of date, I'll put up a more recent photo in a little while.

You look absolutely nothing like I imagined, heh.

Ok, a more up-to-date photo, but please excuse the poor quality image, I'll try to get something better when I'm in a better setting and it's not 11.30pm at night (and after I've had a chance to shave)

Okay, finally picked one to show off.

Prepare thyself.

How very orange.