Been running alt ideas through my head recently. Need opinions.

Would it be acceptable to have a Faeling whose Fae ancestors were the Fae of Crumkane? I ask because none of those Fae actually still exist in their 'true' form - would it be feasible for the Elfen to have 'reproduced' (or whatever the hell it is they do) with one ages ago? But then they wouldn't have been able to reach the aether bubble. How about with one of the modern creatures of the bubble? Maybe there's been a family of them dwelling off in some corner for eons?

I must make this work...!

Its not unreasonable that some of Crumkane's creations lingered after the splintering. The Fae can probably travel through the aetherways, (given that there is a Faethorn related quest in a buble), and they didn't merge with His recipes immediately, but over time. You could justify it pretty easily if you wanted to.

It could work.

Now we'll all know who your alt is, though.

And we don't always find out anyway?

Don't worry, I also have a super sekret alt. The two people who know about it also know that by giving out his name they will be forfeiting their skin to me.

NOT MY SKIN!

I mean...

... who could these mysterious people be? I am truly stumped at this wholly mysterious mystery.

Mysteriously.

Now I have no clue. Jack has thrown me off the scent.

He tends to dull one's sensory organs, yes.

I'll dull your eyes with my penis in a minute, Sugary McPonceington.

Yes, it would dull the eyes trying to find something that small without aid.

Oh, how witty.

I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, here. It's on.

EDIT: Oh, yeah, my counter-retort. Ahem: "How would someone as grotesque as yourself have any idea how large my penis is? It's only unveiled to a select few, yanno. Unless you're some kind of voyeur?"

Invert Kahazul. The time is right for a propaganda-spewing priest of Raziela.

Jack, it can be assumed through logical reasoning that any glimpse of your genitals would render the onlooker instantly blinded and mad as a result of their sheerly disgusting nature. The loophole inherent in this is that if they are so tiny you cannot make out their disturbing details, their affect will be seriously lessened. It is also common knowledge that you are wanted throughout britain for flashing homeless women. Despite the frail nature of these women, however, not one has actually died as a result, only been stricken by several terminal diseases. We can then conclude that your penis is, indeed, too small to be clearly discerned with the human eye.

Guido, it can be assumed through logical reasoning that you are a severely - nay, apocalyptically - retarded individual. As a result of this profoundly debilitating condition, you've evidently confused the present status of your genitalia (if they can indeed be described as such) with my own glorious wang. (Which, coincidentally, can be used to chop down tree's: if you disbelieve me I can present you an 18-page proposal for an item which I have dubbed the axecock. It is epic.) My proof of your monstrous condition can be determined in that despite my knowing the name of your present alternative character, you still choose to badmouth me, therefore placing your own anonymity at risk. I beseech, nay, implore you to rethink such.

Your axecock, if it truly does exist within this reality, is but another example of your rampant plagarism and lack of creative merit. I remember only last year submitting to the executives of Exxon Mobil a proposal for my ingenious Oil Drill Schlong, a device not only capable of extracting oil utilizing only back issues of Playboy as a fuel source but also of impregnating the very earth upon which we dwell. Exxon and I are currently in the final phases of preparation before releasing my manhood onto the international market, and so I implore you to quit this harassment lest I command my legion of magma children to lay siege to your abode.

My dearest Guido, I fail to see how you can accuse me of plagiarism when my proposal for the axecock (a device which has existed in no other form since I was born, and my epic genitalia was thus birthed) was submitted over three years ago, to a company who shall remain nameless at this time. Suffice to say they are a far more worthy and influential company than Exxon, and your reputed "magma children" are as nothing to the veritable armada of lawyers (some of them also ninja's) that would lay siege to your home at the merest mention of a lawsuit, bloodthirsty individuals that they are. And so I counter-implore you: seek psychiatric help and cease your relentless stupidity, less I offer my less-than-desirable aide in helping you in stopping it.

My most valued compatriot, excuse the lack of clarity exercised in my last piece of correspondence. The plans for the Oil Drill Schlong were only submitted to Exxon Mobil last year - the actual device, as it were, has been kept in a cooled storage shed in the Kingdom of Heaven since its forging at the hands of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, Odin. and Zeus, the Thunder god, in the year 4078 B.C. All of this is clearly documented and your lawyers will find themselves hard pressed to mount an effective offense.

My most worthy associate, you fail to take into account the fact that my own plans for the axecock, young though they might be, possess far more worthy and influential backers than such trifling deities as "Jesus" and "Zeus". Suffice to say that my (otherwise) anonymous benefactors include among their number Dread Cthulhu, Lord of sunken R'lyeh, and the thousands of cultists who do worship him. I'm certain that were it to come down to a dramatic showdown between your own investors and mine, a clear victory would be made in my favour.

That's great, now suck my cock.