I figured I should write an actual bio so here we are.
The sun is shining
Birds are singing
Flowers are blooming
On days like these
Kids like you…
Should be meeting a terrible bone man!
“The name’s Mad Bone Man, or you can also call me Science Dude or Nathan. Only my closest allies know my secret street name, and no it’s not Nathaniel!”
You don’t know who this talking skeleton is. How did they get in here anyway?
“Technically I’m he/him/cis, and enby/they/them/xe/xem/it/its in the sense that I don’t care what you perceive me as. To those who care, I’m bisexual and probably aromantic.”
“I usually tag meaningless garbage. Don’t follow me if you want things tagged properly.”
Why is he telling you this? What is a tag? All you know is you still have your plasma blaster, bestowed unto you by the god emperor of mankind himself! If anyone can take this agent of chaos, it’s you-
“And now, a poem.”
“Roses are red
And sometimes orange
Nothing rhymes with orange
Why did I pick orange ?
Because I like orange
And also green
Violet’s cool too
By the way
Violet’s not blue”
Not blue? Such heresy is only comparable to Horace himself! You reach for your blaster, but the demon vanishes, leaving only a photo of some blue fish woman.
Then you hear it. Faint at first, then growing into a loud castrophony so immense it could be heard far away in space! An angry swedish man is singing…
Heeee Maaaan
I am Skeletoooor!
