Who JUICES the JUICEMEN?
You probably saw this coming from a mile away, so I might as well get started with zero preamble.
W’rk
W’rk was the original masked crusader (moonlighting as JUICEMAN). He beat the shit out of Ryoko that time he tried raping Bridget. He disappeared under mysterious circumstances when HP cracked down on its Intellectual Property rights. Could he be…
I am the friendliest person ever.
Treellama
Treellama controls the very engine we use to play (or not play) our game. He can therefore manipulate the universe we inhabit. I’ll admit he’s pretty distant sometimes, not to mention he went off to some other place of his own and decided to create life.
Set the bar high.
Ryoko
Controversial? Abrasive? Wannabe rapist? No doubt. Then we find out we miss him like hell after he’s gone, and things fall apart. Tower of Hanoi = possible allusion to Comedian’s tour in Vietnam?
The only answer I know for sure is that there is no benefit to using both fists.
Thermo
This Marathoner used every gadget at his disposal, creating a map editor out of some crazy shit, then realized the silliness of acting like a superhero, promptly retired, got really sad, tried being a hero again, and got laid in the process.
needs more differential shading
Ray
From his Nothorns retreat in Antarctica, Ray applies his massive brainpower to the prahblums Marathon faces today. His solution, the only logical one, operates on a basic principle: that everyone 4GET MARARTHON and move into a new era of the future. He’s not afraid to sacrifice a few for the benefit of the many.
one that definitively shows how he's not a cat
Patrick
He’s everyone’s favorite. His methods are mysterious. His notes are undeniably powerful and cryptic. No one knows his true identity. His devotion to our own JFO is second to none. He he operates outside the law and the jurisdiction of the shards of CLIQUE. Patrick might as well be Rorschach.
He hit me and it felt like a kiss.
Irons
Crazy. Drunk.
YOU HAVE YET TO PASS SHITCATHODES IN MY HARLOCY
Bridget
Syringe Guy by r — March 18, 2009 @ 8:40 pm
When I find a way to make the brains of every MARARTHONer explode, the ideals of 4GET will be achieved.
Also, a late Happy St. Patrick’s day (I am not Patrick).
patrick Reply:
March 19th, 2009 at 11:55 pm
Surely the tasteless typographical faux pas in the diary entry below will still the susurrant rumours that we share more than the odd blazer.
(Ray forced me to post this.)
r Reply:
March 20th, 2009 at 8:11 pm
While reprehensible, your action might put this talk to rest.
Syringe Guy by patrick — March 19, 2009 @ 11:17 pm
Rorschach’s Journal: 17 March 2009.
Naggy carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. The ESB is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. Posts are open sores punctuated by rising boils and when the furuncles finally burst, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their þornèd fanfiction will spume up about their waists and all the denigrators will look up and shout ‘Save us!’ And I’ll whisper ‘अ.’
Syringe Guy by [?bleating Lh'owon] — March 24, 2009 @ 3:22 pm
An interesting allegory, with a delicious sip of JUICE.
Syringe Guy by Diesel — March 28, 2009 @ 10:05 am
ah hah hah very nice, there is no text to describe Bridget, just that picture…