Incoming Transmission...

...I have decided to take my work back underground, to stop it falling into the wrong hands.

This platform is still secure from the avian enemy so i shall distribute my findings, thoughts, strategies, observations a documentation of my activities, through this connection. My secure bunker in the badlands of the North, should be safe for now commrades, the ducks are yet to work out safe passage through the minefields. Welcome, make yourself at home and I shall begin.

First the formalities for the uninitiated, Dougaldutch is the name I wear today, its certainly not my "real name" but it is the label that settles best around my mantle. 26 years on this earth have I roamed, searching for that elusive happiness, that something else that MUST exist if we are to justify our lives outside of the 9-5.

In the latter half of my 2nd decade I decided to establish a base away from familial and social connections, through a series of events rather than an active desire to isolate myself. It is a water based abode, heavily armoured but short on space and has become and endless blackhole of for my energy, time and money. At this point i should mention the strange side effects of isolation on the human brain, to find ways of amusing itself and that this is in no way linked to my ongoing engagements against enemies most fowl.

Time here is slow, but in this stagnating backwater it is still possible to advance, more through determined self propulsion than accidental encounters with vicarious under currents. A sense of community pervades the area, so precious moments can still be gleaned if your reactions are honed and you are willing to grab for them. The bunkers doors are ever open to those wishing to experience this wonderful world I have painted, we can test your reactions!

It was once asked, "War...what is it good for?" Well on the battlefront of BM2005 it caused many a brave solidier to intersect my social network, where upon the a poor few became entangled. These I befriended to the best of my abilities and cherish dearly for the welcome flow of energy, creativity, inpsiration and adventures they bring into my life.

When pinned down in the trenches, my area of expertise can be counted on to shed light on even the most desperate situation. Tens of hours are spent developing accessories and costumes that can be used to blind, confuse and in extreme cases recruit the enemy. Recent testing of the new "Face Melter Goggles " upon an unsuspecting horde left survivors with a sense of awe, giddieness and wondering how to stop their brains dripping on the floor.

Signing Off

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